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MeetingEroticism is like a dance: one always leads the other. Tuesday, February 17, 1998 Oops! I got email from my ISP, telling me that I am over my disk space limit. I need to decide whether to buy more disk space (probable), move some things elsewhere (problematic), or delete some things (horror!). Maybe I'll counteract the extra expense by getting rid of some cable channels that I don't watch. On my way to the Cacophony meeting tonight, I stopped at that cool store, Toys in Babeland. (It's just two doors away from the cafe where we meet.) I got two books: a massage book, and Torn Shapes of Desire: Internet Erotica by fellow journaler Mary Anne Mohanraj. I've been reading her stories online, and wanted to support her efforts. The book has great photos, all self-portraits of chameleon-like former journaler Tracy Lee of "I am Becoming" fame. I've passed by this store often, but never gone in. It's totally nice and friendly there, with a large selection of sex toys, books, and equipment. I hear Mary Marton, who works there, almost every week on Savage Love Live, a sex advice call-in show that she co-hosts with Dan Savage. (Listen to it in Real Audio at http://savageonline.com/.) But she wasn't there tonight.
The meeting was fun! We had one new face, a guy named Dave [?]. I am committed to try again to sponsor "Trollsylvanians Night Out," which didn't happen the last time I tried. I'll make costume parts for anyone who wants to join us. Jayson really looked tired. Tom was taking notes. He said that he's found he doesn't think of things right off the bat, but writing down our wild ideas will let them percolate, and he'll come up with an event later. My plan of spreading Cacophonic world domination really worked with him!
I wanted to take note of some essays on relationships that my friend Jane Hawkins has posted on her site. Her engineer's mind makes these really clear and direct! I like her way of thinking about feelings. I feel fuzzy-minded in comparison! What kind of favor-doer are you? I think I'm a WAGH, but am I really?
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