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Porn: not evil, just boring


September 25, 2005 - 11:11 p.m.

I should do another podcast tonight, but I'm holding off... I haven't found the inspiration for the new show yet, and I refuse to put one up just to say I did it. Well, that, and I'm tired from putting that water filter in this afternoon.

Which, by the way, works. REALLY works. I had a bit of sprayage and mess because a fitting Whirlpool provided didn't seal at first, but I know why that is, and know what I can do to fix it permanently. For right now, it's taped, but it's working. No more cider-colored water! It seems to taste a little different, but it's hard for me to tell, because generally I drink water from the spring, not from the deep well. The deep well is for watering plants, washing clothes, and washing my ass. The spring is for drinking.

I talked briefly to Lissa earlier. She spent the day at the Washington Opera hearing Verdi's I Vespri Siciliani. Because of Melody's affinity for opera, I briefly though it might be amusing if she and Lissa sat next to each other without knowing their karmic connection. However, Melody usually goes to the Baltimore Opera, so my thought was wasted. No matter.

Lissa seems to like a wide array of things, although camping is not among them. I write this off to bad experiences earlier in life... her ex-husband was one of these gung-ho, sleep-on-the-ground types, and that can be enough to turn off most suburban girls (among them my ex-wife). My camper would like to get on the road again someday, though it'll need some refitting. The LP gas system is outdated now and it probably needs a good polishing. It's been stored away in my barn for the last five years.

For the first time in years, I thought of a woman I knew before I met Nancy last night. She lived in Buffalo and was afflicted with multiple sclerosis, but until I met Melody was the last woman who had really gotten my heart racing at first sight. I do wonder about her and worry a little... I hope her MS hasn't taken control of her life, as it has done with another longtime friend of mine, Cathy. It's been hard to think of Cathy, who was once quite strong and able, now unable to do almost anything unassisted.

Lack of sex is making me sad. It's been a month and a half since I've had anything more than a hug and a short kiss, and I am really feeling the lack. And no, porn doesn't do it. It's not that I think porn is evil, just that porn is boring... it's all the same, almost all unimaginative and a little sad.

A woman friend online describes it as "oh, look! Another blowjob, except in this one she's in heels and a red teddy." I don't want to look at other people having sex, I want to be doing it!

Today is some kind of day worth commemorating, but I can't think what day it is. Some anniversary of something in my life or something, but I have no idea what anymore.


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