Lavender Moments/8 more minutes

Keith Sprewer: i think a kiss on the neck feels... purple. a warm purple. You know that moment when you close your eyes and it feels... to me purple.

KLB: Ahhhhhh. I think green is my color. But I don't think sensuality with green—I think balance

Keith Sprewer: green? I can see that

Keith Sprewer: so you know what i'm taking about?

KLB: o yes

Keith Sprewer: good

KLB: purple. good color. esp in a rainbow of lavender

Keith Sprewer: yes, you do get it!

KLB: yeah. i like it

KLB: bravo!

Keith Sprewer: but lavender is cool, it's more like holding hands which is nice in it's own way

KLB: it is!

Idealistically I wanted to be making lavender love moves on Jerome all night. But he hasn’t replied to any of my messages since Sunday. I coulda gone out and had an orgy—with whom I’m clueless but I feel the need to be wild until sunrise, put back on my glasses and become my normal Clark Kent. I don’t know why I think love-making is essential for events such as New Years and Birthdays and Obama becoming President. Why am I so insistent to mark these occasions by boy-on-boy kissing?

I can hear my grandchildren now,

“Papa Kenny…”

“Yesss”

“Where were you when Barack Obama became President?”

“Well…you see…I was kissing Papa WomiE,” and I’m sure I’d be blushing to the brim. I’mma sucker for telling such stories.

But alas I kissed no one for President elect Barack Obama and I will be kissing no one for the invasion of the new year. whomp whomp.

What I did do (and AM doing) in my last few hours of the last day in 2008 is come home early from work, called Damon to remind him he was beautiful at work, checked email, gripped at how Vinny left the heat turned up, the exhaust fan blasting in the bathroom and on microwave above the stove, how he turned on a ceiling fan because the heat was so high (when he could’ve easily adjusted the heat to not have been so hot), ate a very cold and quite soggy Subway rendition of a tuna sandwich, listened to Peter the Pitter-Pattering squirrel scurry in the walls overhead and blogged. Hmmm…8 more minutes.

Happy New Year!