Woot!

It's gonna be a hundred degrees here, today, Karl. I...think not. Not enough sunscreen on earth. But I think there's going to be one last reprieve, temperature-wise, in a week or so. I think I could live that much of a lie(Well, in addition to the other one that anyone that's not here cares one whit for my preferences in...outdoor wooing,which history suggests is something of a polite fiction on someone's part.{cleans imaginary glasses}

Or, if you feel like singing about it

Someone is clearly getting into the Spirit of the Season: [link]

I used to get tickets to concerts in the Kennedy Center's Concert Hall, in the obstructed view section (way at the top at one end of the row) and there was a couple who'd be there every week making out.

I'd have what she's having. I'm torn about the sound effects, though...have sort of found it a strike against me that, well, privacy has always been at something of a premium and/or maybe I've never had anything good enough not to be thinking of...whoever who's down the hall.(Both could be true...surely nobody here is surprised I'm erotically remedial, right? Although I used to think I did a better job distracting from it.) Sometimes people have wanted, well, not quite commentary, but...and life has taught me to be quick and quiet. (Of course, if that happened at a concert, I could probably make everyone apologize to me because of, you know, involuntary movements and such.)

Although I feel like I have to say that, though I love the theater...I don't think I love it carnally.

I wish my relationships with other disabled people(mostly the women, but I've heard about Letting The Side Down from men, too, on occasion, in one case at a time when a lady doesn't want career advice) could be less competitive. I'm proud of myself for not giving in and trying to find things to rub their faces in, too, and not just because things are feeling slow right now.

Go Erika! That kind of restraint doesn’t come easy.

Well, thanks. (does it still count if you think it might be a reach to have tried anyway? But I could've come up with something, given that there are *two* fake contests that I have entered without my knowledge) It's okay, though. S. can be The Cute One and R. can be The Smart One...I don't really care.(Except for one thing...not sure how I always end up the sidekick so often in my relationships with others. I mean, it's one thing with these women because they've known me forever---I probably was more of a zeppo.) And I don't need to be Martha all the time...just not that thrilled by a lifelong future as a Vandella, every time I might make a friend or something. Honestly, it wouldn't kill me if S. or R. could see me differently, either, but I'm not sure that ever really happens.