Reno, June '99

This one is brief, but its a testament to the power of something about me. I dunno what. The hair, the baby face, the pierced tongue, or just some air of mellow understanding that is the product of my experience in debauchery, but somehow people, even strangers, seem to feel comfortable telling me things that are a little offbeat, out of the ordinary. Freakish. I'm sitting at the poker table, playing in a tournament, and there is this old, old guy next to me. At least 60, I'd guess more like 70. An age a tad bit beyond when you might expect someone to have a healthy sex life, although I was delighted to hear differently.

Completely out of the blue, he starts talking to me about sex. And piercings. Asks me if I have any others. Mentions that he loves women with pierced clits. Says its a lot of fun to play with piercings during oral sex. Gushes, enthusiastically, about how much he likes going down on a woman. All while the endless dance of cards & chips goes on around us.

I nodded and smiled and wondered bemusedly - why do people tell me these things? And thought: "I'm not sure. But I hope they never stop."

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