It's Not Porn. It's Erotica!
Nov. 6th, 2006 12:59 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tenshikurai9With the exception of the back page, I've finished The Boston Women's Journal, October/November. The format of article with potential plug for the author's service in the article itself, way to get in contact with author for service at end of article, and ad on the same page is too much of a mega-advertisement for my tastes.
I think I did this yesterday.
Initially I woke at 5:25 and then re-set the clock for 6. At 6, I hit the snooze button that's been set for 15 minutes. By the time I got to the South Station bus terminals, it's around 7:30 and I'm 15 minutes late to re-attempt meeting the same women I've been trying to meet. Fortunately we already have a noon-ish time set to meet her friend when he comes off the trains.
After waiting around 15 minutes, I go to The Diesel Cafe ( http://www.diesel-cafe.com/ ) and get a small, hot Vietnamese coffee and a biscotto. What I like about their biscotti is that they actually have heft to them. Other places will just give you a slim little thing.
I go to the (Cambridge) Commons and read to fill the rest of the time before returning to South Station. Specifically I read the November Prick Magazine (tattoo rag), the November The Middlesex Beat (art rag), and the Harvest issue of Slingshot (activist rag.)
I'm at South Station on the wooden benches by the information desk from 11:30 to almost 12:30. She comes by and we hug, bemoan missing each other last time, introduces me to her friend, and shows her stitches from a dentist accident when her tooth was getting pulled earlier.
Most of the day is going to be set from his need to find The Art of the Tease by Dita Von Teese for a friend of his.
Since none of us are sure if Virgin Mega has finally closed or if it's still open and that was where he saw the book (but didn't have enough money that day), we go to the Hynes Convention stop. The last sale day was the day before.
We walk down the street to Newbury Comics, but never make it. The slight possibility of finding the erotica at Condom World distracts stops us.
No luck.
I remark maybe we could find it at Good Vibrations due to it having an entire book section. So we all go to the Coolidge Corner stop. Since most of the day is centering on the book, it's easy to let her go into F-L-O-A-T (use floating dots instead of hyphens for accurate spelling) to look at clothes. Can't be all adult stores for the day.
There's a black skirt labeled with a hand-written tag that she can read and I can't. It says Gothic. I ask wouldn't it be neat if we found a matching shirt while in the store? There's a black item she compares to a poncho. Not sure what to really call it, but it would go with the skirt. Before the end, there's a white shirt that I swear would go go with the other two items. She didn't seem to notice the shoe side of the store so I don't know if there's a matching set of footwear in the store.
I'm attempting to remember the correct alley to go down and he remarks about us going-down the seedy alley to go to the porn store. One of those funny because it's true statements. Except no one can say dark, seedy alley due to the sun blinding us.
In Good Vibrations, we're immediately carded by a VERY bouncy employee (as in, on the balls of her feet, going-up and down.) He says he's forgotten his ID and asks about the book and other places we might go look. Her response is to tell him to go check Barnes & Noble and Brookline Booksmith.
First we go to Barnes & Noble and the Brookline Booksmith. No success. At some point in time, I remark about how I'm always amused that the bulk of the merchandise in adult stores I've seen could be found in lower concentrations in places like Spencer's Gifts or even conventional bookstores.
Since our common friend has never been to a Trader Joe's before, we go to the one that's on the other side of the tracks. The only problem with the canned coffee beverages we get is that they really should have been chilled first.
Since he's told a friend to meet us at the Pit at 2:43, we're off to Harvard Square. Hubba Hubba will have to wait till later.
Since she remarked earlier that since we're going to all these porn stores, he and me have better exchange contact information, we exchange before arising from the station. He's remarked about the oddness of meeting someone for the first time and being brought to such places. I've remarked about the oddness of me only rarely being to these places and so far, have only bought a pair of black fairy wings.
We meet-up with two guys and go by the River to talk. I've made a mental note of a closed polio hospital near Halifax and a former insane asylum/former high school on the Lakeville/Middleborough commuter rail route mentioned.
We separate to our original three and walk to Central Square to go to Hubba Hubba.
After Hubba Hubba, I want to go to Cheapo Records and we've run-out of places to look for the book. (It's not until later that night that I remember that *maybe* a few places in Chinatown could have helped us.) We become the group of five again and I've gotten A Tribute to Bauhaus, The Passion of Covers; The Electric Hellfire Club, "Calling Dr. Luv;" Dead On Arrival, Alive and Kickin'; The Sisters of Mercy: Vision Thing; and Depeche Mode, Music for the Masses (final decisions as to which Depeche Mode to get based on "Behind the Wheel.")
Our group of three separates from the five of us in front of the Central Square subway entrance after bading good-bye.
At South Station, he's nice enough to give me and her a piece of chocolate as we talk and wait for the train. She remembers a neat store and just wants to show us the store front before we leave. Right outside, we do stop long enough for them to to light-up a Black brand clove each. I just ask for one puff to see what it tastes like, but I'm also given one. Much better than the two puffs of a regular cigarette I've had had so far.
I can't remember the name of the store, but there's model ships in the window everywhere. It also closed at four and it's past 6. There is an employee there, so she gets a business card.
Back at the station, we have to say good-bye.
I go home contented over human contact that hasn't given me any reason to feel anti-social.
While IMing a few people, I have Progresso Macaroni & Bean soup. One of the people in question tried to claim one night that reading sucks, especially free reading when I mentioned my new habit of picking-up free newspapers and magazines. I ask her does it still suck if there's pictures of scantily-clad women with the free reading? since that matches a magazine I picked-up at Hubba Hubba. The exception has been found. ::grin::
I think I did this yesterday.
Initially I woke at 5:25 and then re-set the clock for 6. At 6, I hit the snooze button that's been set for 15 minutes. By the time I got to the South Station bus terminals, it's around 7:30 and I'm 15 minutes late to re-attempt meeting the same women I've been trying to meet. Fortunately we already have a noon-ish time set to meet her friend when he comes off the trains.
After waiting around 15 minutes, I go to The Diesel Cafe ( http://www.diesel-cafe.com/ ) and get a small, hot Vietnamese coffee and a biscotto. What I like about their biscotti is that they actually have heft to them. Other places will just give you a slim little thing.
I go to the (Cambridge) Commons and read to fill the rest of the time before returning to South Station. Specifically I read the November Prick Magazine (tattoo rag), the November The Middlesex Beat (art rag), and the Harvest issue of Slingshot (activist rag.)
I'm at South Station on the wooden benches by the information desk from 11:30 to almost 12:30. She comes by and we hug, bemoan missing each other last time, introduces me to her friend, and shows her stitches from a dentist accident when her tooth was getting pulled earlier.
Most of the day is going to be set from his need to find The Art of the Tease by Dita Von Teese for a friend of his.
Since none of us are sure if Virgin Mega has finally closed or if it's still open and that was where he saw the book (but didn't have enough money that day), we go to the Hynes Convention stop. The last sale day was the day before.
We walk down the street to Newbury Comics, but never make it. The slight possibility of finding the erotica at Condom World distracts stops us.
No luck.
I remark maybe we could find it at Good Vibrations due to it having an entire book section. So we all go to the Coolidge Corner stop. Since most of the day is centering on the book, it's easy to let her go into F-L-O-A-T (use floating dots instead of hyphens for accurate spelling) to look at clothes. Can't be all adult stores for the day.
There's a black skirt labeled with a hand-written tag that she can read and I can't. It says Gothic. I ask wouldn't it be neat if we found a matching shirt while in the store? There's a black item she compares to a poncho. Not sure what to really call it, but it would go with the skirt. Before the end, there's a white shirt that I swear would go go with the other two items. She didn't seem to notice the shoe side of the store so I don't know if there's a matching set of footwear in the store.
I'm attempting to remember the correct alley to go down and he remarks about us going-down the seedy alley to go to the porn store. One of those funny because it's true statements. Except no one can say dark, seedy alley due to the sun blinding us.
In Good Vibrations, we're immediately carded by a VERY bouncy employee (as in, on the balls of her feet, going-up and down.) He says he's forgotten his ID and asks about the book and other places we might go look. Her response is to tell him to go check Barnes & Noble and Brookline Booksmith.
First we go to Barnes & Noble and the Brookline Booksmith. No success. At some point in time, I remark about how I'm always amused that the bulk of the merchandise in adult stores I've seen could be found in lower concentrations in places like Spencer's Gifts or even conventional bookstores.
Since our common friend has never been to a Trader Joe's before, we go to the one that's on the other side of the tracks. The only problem with the canned coffee beverages we get is that they really should have been chilled first.
Since he's told a friend to meet us at the Pit at 2:43, we're off to Harvard Square. Hubba Hubba will have to wait till later.
Since she remarked earlier that since we're going to all these porn stores, he and me have better exchange contact information, we exchange before arising from the station. He's remarked about the oddness of meeting someone for the first time and being brought to such places. I've remarked about the oddness of me only rarely being to these places and so far, have only bought a pair of black fairy wings.
We meet-up with two guys and go by the River to talk. I've made a mental note of a closed polio hospital near Halifax and a former insane asylum/former high school on the Lakeville/Middleborough commuter rail route mentioned.
We separate to our original three and walk to Central Square to go to Hubba Hubba.
After Hubba Hubba, I want to go to Cheapo Records and we've run-out of places to look for the book. (It's not until later that night that I remember that *maybe* a few places in Chinatown could have helped us.) We become the group of five again and I've gotten A Tribute to Bauhaus, The Passion of Covers; The Electric Hellfire Club, "Calling Dr. Luv;" Dead On Arrival, Alive and Kickin'; The Sisters of Mercy: Vision Thing; and Depeche Mode, Music for the Masses (final decisions as to which Depeche Mode to get based on "Behind the Wheel.")
Our group of three separates from the five of us in front of the Central Square subway entrance after bading good-bye.
At South Station, he's nice enough to give me and her a piece of chocolate as we talk and wait for the train. She remembers a neat store and just wants to show us the store front before we leave. Right outside, we do stop long enough for them to to light-up a Black brand clove each. I just ask for one puff to see what it tastes like, but I'm also given one. Much better than the two puffs of a regular cigarette I've had had so far.
I can't remember the name of the store, but there's model ships in the window everywhere. It also closed at four and it's past 6. There is an employee there, so she gets a business card.
Back at the station, we have to say good-bye.
I go home contented over human contact that hasn't given me any reason to feel anti-social.
While IMing a few people, I have Progresso Macaroni & Bean soup. One of the people in question tried to claim one night that reading sucks, especially free reading when I mentioned my new habit of picking-up free newspapers and magazines. I ask her does it still suck if there's pictures of scantily-clad women with the free reading? since that matches a magazine I picked-up at Hubba Hubba. The exception has been found. ::grin::
