teiresias: (from <lj user="swankyfunk">)
El Loco Mexicano, another friend of ours, and I spent the best part of yesterday afternoon at Wade's in Bellevue, honing our post-apocalyptic survival skills. I didn't do too very badly for my first time out, imho-- even with the handguns, I got at least one bullseye per target, and I got four in a row with the rifle. A Walther, a Sig-Sauer, and a Glock were our pistols, though I don't remember the make of the rifle-- all 9MM, all very fancy-looking. I am now in a fairly good position to start holding up all my neighbors for their canned goods when civilization falls... or, at least, I would be if I were to actually buy a gun of my own, but that step is one I'm not nearly ready to take-- until things get really hairy, I don't think I much need one.

The Feared Foursome ([livejournal.com profile] queueball, [livejournal.com profile] driftwoodsun, [livejournal.com profile] priorysion, and I-- it's more apt than most of you can ever know) met up for an evening of... philosophy... and other hazards to one's mental health at B&O, a place that (unfortunately) is always expensive, but (fortunately) is always damn good at whatever one orders. We were joined by [livejournal.com profile] fivebyfive, up for a visit to the home country from LA. I am insanely jealous of him, if for no other reason than that he can dye his hair jet black and make it look good-- something I, alas, shall never be able to do.

The party stayed at B&O until around 1, whence we migrated to Charlie's after B&O's closing. I haven't stayed out so very late in such a very long time, and it is a testament to the stimulating nature of the company that I wasn't dead and buried by 2 AM.

I find myself considering the nature of sex in a new light-- something [livejournal.com profile] queueball said got me thinking. If I may paraphrase, "sex, much like good conversation, is just another way of relating to others; I've had all-night conversations that were fully as satisfying as any sex marathon."

The man himself said it better, of course, but I have trouble remembering oral quotes as opposed to written ones, so my poor attempt will have to do until he corrects me. However garbled, his point about the society of worthy individuals is well-taken; there are few higher joys in this life, it seems to me. I do still think that, in some cases, there is a crucial opportunity to enhance/deepen that society by the expression of physical affection, yet this is a step for which so few of us are ready, this "conversation" of both intellect and body. Is it worth the risk, then, to attempt to break down the strictures society has imposed on our thinking in such matters? Such action in this case would seem to lend itself too much to selfish motives. I have difficulty, when considering something so deeply personal, believing that I really know better than another person what is best for that person. My perfect world is my perfect world, and I cannot people it with unwilling colonists.

Regardless, the sensation of being around gay men whose brains are routinely high-functioning is the intellectual equivalent of a sublime mushroom trip. That is all.
teiresias: (from <lj user="swankyfunk">)
El Loco Mexicano, another friend of ours, and I spent the best part of yesterday afternoon at Wade's in Bellevue, honing our post-apocalyptic survival skills. I didn't do too very badly for my first time out, imho-- even with the handguns, I got at least one bullseye per target, and I got four in a row with the rifle. A Walther, a Sig-Sauer, and a Glock were our pistols, though I don't remember the make of the rifle-- all 9MM, all very fancy-looking. I am now in a fairly good position to start holding up all my neighbors for their canned goods when civilization falls... or, at least, I would be if I were to actually buy a gun of my own, but that step is one I'm not nearly ready to take-- until things get really hairy, I don't think I much need one.

The Feared Foursome ([livejournal.com profile] queueball, [livejournal.com profile] driftwoodsun, [livejournal.com profile] priorysion, and I-- it's more apt than most of you can ever know) met up for an evening of... philosophy... and other hazards to one's mental health at B&O, a place that (unfortunately) is always expensive, but (fortunately) is always damn good at whatever one orders. We were joined by [livejournal.com profile] fivebyfive, up for a visit to the home country from LA. I am insanely jealous of him, if for no other reason than that he can dye his hair jet black and make it look good-- something I, alas, shall never be able to do.

The party stayed at B&O until around 1, whence we migrated to Charlie's after B&O's closing. I haven't stayed out so very late in such a very long time, and it is a testament to the stimulating nature of the company that I wasn't dead and buried by 2 AM.

I find myself considering the nature of sex in a new light-- something [livejournal.com profile] queueball said got me thinking. If I may paraphrase, "sex, much like good conversation, is just another way of relating to others; I've had all-night conversations that were fully as satisfying as any sex marathon."

The man himself said it better, of course, but I have trouble remembering oral quotes as opposed to written ones, so my poor attempt will have to do until he corrects me. However garbled, his point about the society of worthy individuals is well-taken; there are few higher joys in this life, it seems to me. I do still think that, in some cases, there is a crucial opportunity to enhance/deepen that society by the expression of physical affection, yet this is a step for which so few of us are ready, this "conversation" of both intellect and body. Is it worth the risk, then, to attempt to break down the strictures society has imposed on our thinking in such matters? Such action in this case would seem to lend itself too much to selfish motives. I have difficulty, when considering something so deeply personal, believing that I really know better than another person what is best for that person. My perfect world is my perfect world, and I cannot people it with unwilling colonists.

Regardless, the sensation of being around gay men whose brains are routinely high-functioning is the intellectual equivalent of a sublime mushroom trip. That is all.

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