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second date; SEAF
Aug. 4th, 2013 11:05 amI had a second date with K for brunch at Cafe Flora yesterday morning. Either she's not as enthusiastic about me as I thought, or my insecurities are running amok again. Time will tell. She declines to make any dates before Burning Man, but that's completely understandable because she's doing logistics for a sixty-person theme camp - Moonrock, 9:15 & C. She didn't want to go for a walk in the arboretum after brunch, either, because she said she needed to catch up on studying because of the five days she lost to dehydration at Critical. (!) This is me, pouting.
I splurged a bit and bought tickets to two nights of the Seattle Erotic Art Festival instead of my usual one. (In the dark days before Full Time, some years I'd squeeze in a Sunday afternoon.) I love SEAF even in years like this one when it isn't a sardine scene and big damn party. The organizers this year are newish (and therefore less competent, says one of their sponsors). They've attempted to return SEAF to its roots and put on a production that's art show first, social event a close second. I think they succeeded. The quality of the work was at least as good as ever - I'm not the first one to observe that some years had too many penises - and I never had to push my way around to see the art. Some of the best parts of SEAF haven't changed, though: I wore my nun outfit on Friday night, and a woman who claimed to have gone to Catholic school asked me to spank her. Viva SEAF.
Favorite piece? "Two Thirds of a Three Way", a photo of two men, one on top of the other, and the one on top is looking into the camera. They're awful purty, and the one on top is looking right into the camera. It's funny how the pieces I like best tend not to have any visible naughty bits. There was also a series of paintings of ravers that I loved. That's right: erotica that appeals to my secret vice. One of those models looked awfully familiar, and I want a lot of what they're wearing.
I splurged a bit and bought tickets to two nights of the Seattle Erotic Art Festival instead of my usual one. (In the dark days before Full Time, some years I'd squeeze in a Sunday afternoon.) I love SEAF even in years like this one when it isn't a sardine scene and big damn party. The organizers this year are newish (and therefore less competent, says one of their sponsors). They've attempted to return SEAF to its roots and put on a production that's art show first, social event a close second. I think they succeeded. The quality of the work was at least as good as ever - I'm not the first one to observe that some years had too many penises - and I never had to push my way around to see the art. Some of the best parts of SEAF haven't changed, though: I wore my nun outfit on Friday night, and a woman who claimed to have gone to Catholic school asked me to spank her. Viva SEAF.
Favorite piece? "Two Thirds of a Three Way", a photo of two men, one on top of the other, and the one on top is looking into the camera. They're awful purty, and the one on top is looking right into the camera. It's funny how the pieces I like best tend not to have any visible naughty bits. There was also a series of paintings of ravers that I loved. That's right: erotica that appeals to my secret vice. One of those models looked awfully familiar, and I want a lot of what they're wearing.
