A Change Of Venue

When I was a kid, a trip to my grandmother’s house was always special. She had recipes for Stuffed Pork Loin and Apple Pie that would make you forget your name - I always ate till I couldn’t move.

She also had quite the eclectic mix of newspapers and magazines from Britain - tawdry gossip sheets they were, printed on the thinest newsprint imaginable. But fascinating reads nonetheless. She also subscribed to Readers Digest, and when you’re ten years old with the attention span of a house plant (some things never change!), the short articles and columns made for quick entertainment, even if content retention was never the goal.

One of those columns I always looked forward to reading was ‘The Most Unforgettable Person I Have Ever Met’. Not so much because of who the subject was, but because of why the writer found that person so unforgettable. After all, one person’s ‘unforgettable’ is another person’s “…and your name is…?”

Now that I’m all growed up (your mileage may vary), I certainly have my own roster of people whom I shall never forget: friends, lovers, asshole waiters, politicians (don’t get me started!), etc. But the man I write about here, Frank Davies, is special, for reasons that will become clear as you read on. He is, for me, completely unforgettable.

Talk about being led down a path! But the story is true, at least my telling of it, the way it unfolded before me. It’s not a short story, not in the traditional sense, which is why I’ve ’serialized’ it here into four parts. I call it, “Nights of Living Dangerously”.

Herewith, a Prologue, followed by Part One. Enjoy.

Today, a new category. Erotica.

If a person’s life is measured as much by what they think as what they do — a sum of all the parts — then that person’s sexuality inhabits, and sometimes inhibits that life.

At times overt, at others covert, sex, in both action and thought can be fun, infuriating, exciting, frustrating, exhilarating, emotional, painful or liberating… sometimes all at once.

The posts in this category are all based on experiences of mine. Stories, poetry, reminiscences, reflections… descriptions of what was (yea!), what wasn’t (boo!) and what might have been (damn!) Some of this erotica has been published elsewhere, and in those cases it will be so attributed. Some is more personal and is to be found in the depths of a file folder, itself buried deep in an old banker’s box, ‘repurposed’ here.

Whether I’m comfortable in posting my erotic thoughts alongside my political musings is something I haven’t quite come to terms with yet. The perils of mixing sex with politics continue to make for strange, not to mention strained bedfellows. Consider Mackay v. Stronach; Foley v. GOP; Clinton v. That Woman. So, maybe I should look at this online journal as a form of unauthorized autobiography so I can disown it at some personally convenient and advantageous time in the future!

Anyway… Back in May I met this girl on a plane. Alright, fine! I met this young woman on a plane…. (more…)