Life after Clubbing
So this afternoon I hung out with an old friend from the days when I clubbed most vigorously.
We went to the Paley Center to see a screening of remastered Apollo 11 footage. My comrade was an absolute font of knowledge. I was floored by how much she knew about the manned lunar program. I mean, not that I ever thought she was dumb, but it'd just never come up in conversation before. Of course that was no doubt due to most of our previous interactions having been in clubs, with pounding music and scenes going on in front of us. Or involving us. I fondly recall one fun evening when I gave her some birthday paddywhacks, with both our guys watching.
Nowadays she's a working mom who doesn't go out nearly as much. She seems surprised and more than a little amused that I have also become quite domesticated. Working a steady job, living in the 'burbs, and now this Trek porn, of all things. But I felt no more shame at my domestication than she does at hers. We are amazing kinky chicks who have found awesomely kinky husbands. Since we're happy with our lives, we don't feel as much need to prove ourselves in public venues. It's okay to be subversive at home.
It was gratifying to share all this stuff with a friend from those hedonistic days. We could talk science and politics, but we could also exchange gossip about what was going on with various pervy acquaintances, or talk about how cool it to walk through Home Depot with your husband and squeeze hands when one or the other of you spotted something that could be pervified. Many of my other friends from that period have gone wrong or somehow faded away. Like J- the indie filmmaker. The last time I saw her, she was so weak and strung out, that brilliant mind and bubbly personality diminished by years of drug abuse.
It's nice to know that some of us made it out okay.
We went to the Paley Center to see a screening of remastered Apollo 11 footage. My comrade was an absolute font of knowledge. I was floored by how much she knew about the manned lunar program. I mean, not that I ever thought she was dumb, but it'd just never come up in conversation before. Of course that was no doubt due to most of our previous interactions having been in clubs, with pounding music and scenes going on in front of us. Or involving us. I fondly recall one fun evening when I gave her some birthday paddywhacks, with both our guys watching.
Nowadays she's a working mom who doesn't go out nearly as much. She seems surprised and more than a little amused that I have also become quite domesticated. Working a steady job, living in the 'burbs, and now this Trek porn, of all things. But I felt no more shame at my domestication than she does at hers. We are amazing kinky chicks who have found awesomely kinky husbands. Since we're happy with our lives, we don't feel as much need to prove ourselves in public venues. It's okay to be subversive at home.
It was gratifying to share all this stuff with a friend from those hedonistic days. We could talk science and politics, but we could also exchange gossip about what was going on with various pervy acquaintances, or talk about how cool it to walk through Home Depot with your husband and squeeze hands when one or the other of you spotted something that could be pervified. Many of my other friends from that period have gone wrong or somehow faded away. Like J- the indie filmmaker. The last time I saw her, she was so weak and strung out, that brilliant mind and bubbly personality diminished by years of drug abuse.
It's nice to know that some of us made it out okay.