Friday, November 17, 2023

In Which We Revisit Ancient History


 

I was looking back at some of my old posts because I was trying to remember this particular post.  I thought it had happened around this time 16 years ago (16 YEARS AGO! My god.)  Turns out I was a week late for the actual anniversary, but considering how vague my memory is, I think this is pretty good. Anyway, here is my own little way back machine moment:

Nov. 9, 2007

I've had my share of odd days, but today may be one of the strangest. For one thing, today is the anniversary of mrpeenee and R Man. Twenty-six years ago tonight we hooked-up, as the youngsters say, in the backroom of a bar in New Orleans and started the complex navigation to the lovely happy life we have now. Coincidentally, I was 26 years old, so tomorrow morning, I will will have had him in my life longer than I lived without him. In all those years, I have never had any hesitation in saying he is the center of my universe, the joy of my life, the cream in my coffee.


After a late lunch this afternoon (at Chow, of course. I recommend the pear cobbler) we went to shop for tile for our bathroom renovation and then on to R Man's appointment with the cardiologist for an examination. I'd have to say that was the point where the day tipped over into the bizarre because that was the point where the good doctor announced R Man had to go immediately into the hospital for angiogram. An angiogram is where they stick a tube up through the artery in your groin into your heart in order to shoot radioactive dye into you to see if your arteries are blocked. I was well and truly flipped out when they wouldn't let us just walk across the street to the hospital, but made us wait for a wheelchair to transport R Man over there.


It turns out that a regular part of these angiograms includes an angioplasty where they do actual repair work. Once they have a look-see at how badly the pipes are plugged up they can sort of Roter Rooter out the cholesterol crud that's blocking the way and then you go home the next day and subscribe to AARP. Except for R Man who has such severe blockage of two arteries and a major branch that he has to have coronary bypass surgery tomorrow. Maybe Sunday, they're not sure.


My approach to bad news is to just ignore it, to stick my fingers in me ears and sing "Lalalalala, don't hear no lesbian subplot" until it's over. Having disaster strike like a brick falling on one's head is better suited to that system than a growing problem one should be planning for. Still, even for me, this is all pretty breathtaking while I think R Man is sort of numbed. Three hours after standing around admiring expensive Italian glass mosaic tiles, they're prepping R Man for surgery and and hour later the cardiologist starts off his little talk to me with the phrase "The good news is...." There is no sentence in the world that starts off with those four words that is ever going to go in a direction you want it to.


Everyone at the hospital seems somber, but not worried (except me and R Man) so maybe coronary bypass surgery is not such a big deal, but that seems sort of unlikely.


Anyway, so, once upon a time, R Man and I had our first night of wild weasel sex under his roommate's fur bedspread (I believe the fur was shaved rat, but it was very romantic, nevertheless) and 26 years later, tonight, I was cutting up shrimp with artichoke hearts from his hospital tray to feed him his dinner. That was sort of romantic, too, and R man said it was very tasty, but you know, it's just not the same.


And now, back to Nov 17, 2023.  It all turned out OK, fucking terrifying, but OK.  R Man lasted another  4 years, and I was plenty glad to have them.  And now I live around the corner form where Chow, the restaurant I mentioned in the first paragraph, used to be.  

Anyway, here's some naked guys:

Somebody is enjoying himself.



I know I promised naked men, but isn't this guy cute?  He reminds me of R Man when I first met him.



Dillon Roman and his great big pocket rocket.



Dwain LeLand, titstitstits



I ran across this and the next few shots over at Sicko Ricko's blog listed as "Random Dick."  OK. 



I started this evening off listening to Bette Midler's album from 2014 It's the Girls, which is mostly sort of MoTown hits genius, and then Pandora wandered off eventually landing on Sonique's Sky (which I love) through the ancient disco offerings of Jackie Moore and This Time Baby and now we have somehow landed in the inevitable 80s and Don't Go by Yaz.   I expect Cher to drop by any minute.  All that's OK with me.   So is this Random Dick.



I am not usually sentimental, but the combo of remembering scary days gone by with an all-too-appropriate soundtrack has won out.  Old disco does that.






14 comments:

  1. It's good to remember! I enjoyed hearing of the memory. And how full circle you ended up around the corner from Chow. You also conjured some thoughts for me of back-room bar sex.

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  2. Love. That's the story. Love. Glad you found it, and had it for a good long while.

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    1. Thank you so much sweetie, That's very kind of you.

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  3. The memories are pretty much what keeps me going.

    How’s Fred doing?

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    1. thanks for asking about Fred, the miscreant. He's doing much better with his health, and now is struggling with getting his disability set up.

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  4. I remember when your blog could have been titled "The Adventures of R Man." Enjoy those fond memories of the time you spent with him, even the scary days.

    The selection of nekkid menz is quite good, but that cute guy needs to lose his clothes.

    Anonymous, too

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  5. When you lose someone you love, those memories never, ever go - but at least we have the memories of all the good times to sustain us.

    And the good times that we have experienced since! Jx

    PS #3 please, and a mouthful of #1...

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    1. I'll mention it to #1, but I'm afraid you'll have to get in line.

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  6. I'm glad I found your blog, your story is very touching.

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    1. Oh thank you so much. I remember writing that post being very cathartic.

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  7. Sigh.

    Remember 'Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless MInd?'

    I wouldn't mind signing up for that.

    Except for the cock, of course.

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  8. Heavens. R Man has been much on my mind, given this is his birthday month. But I’d forgotten about that episode. I’m so glad he got to see the fab tiled bathrooms. And I miss him too, sweetie, though I know not as much as you.

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