Thursday, February 1, 2007
Only after his really outrageous dancing and singing did I decide that this needed to be documented, but once I had got out my phone, he had already toned down his singing routine somewhat. There are so many things in this world, all so brief, quick flashes, and then there is the desire to extend their shelf life, to hold on to these things. Sometimes I cringe at the shutter happiness of people, which with the onset of digital photo devices was enabled to the nth degree, but then there are other times when the naturalness of the act is apparent to me.
In the bathroom at Eastern Bloc last night, some man, for what I believe are similar reasons, also wanted to capture images of a moment, to hold on tight, and to extend our erotic encounter indefinitely, to have it called into being again whenever the picture is glanced at. I had approached this man as I was leaving the bar, attractive and with sex in his eyes. Within two minutes of meeting him, we were in the bathroom, me sucking his surprisingly large dick, he taking photos with his camera. The thing I don't like about shutter happiness, that it encourages a hamminess, that people are performing for how they may look on a screen, is the thing that made that encounter in the bathroom perhaps hotter than it otherwise would have been.
Today is my last day of work. I am so excited. It feels like the last day of school. I can taste freedom, and the idea of change, scary as it is sometimes, has me totally giddy and thrilled. Tomorrow, I am going to California for a week, and about that I am also so excited.
at 5:06 PM