Journal Entry 073 / 0119 The music was too damned LOUD, but that's alright, that's the way I like it, especially on such a great occasion.Journal Entry 073 / 0119 The music was too damned LOUD, but that's alright, that's the way I like it, especially on such a great occasion. Dick looked like he was enjoying the hell out of himself; I never knew he could play guitar like that. The dance floor was a sheer riot of colors and fur patterns and there was absolutely no way to make sense out of the whole mess. I've always loved Dead Rabbit parties. They're a signal, a joyous attempt to express how important children are. And this one was very special. Not because I was related to the participants, or that they were household members, but because of the technological breakthrough Lorraine's pregnancy signified. She and Christine had made something of a noise back in '19, when they'd announced that they were in love. Nowadays that's no big deal, a hundred years later, but then, Wow, was there a row. A LOT of people walked around re-examining themselves. Amazing how learning a friend is gay makes the wheels in your head turn. Me? I thought about it while I drank my Amaretto milkshake, enjoying the sensation of alcohol winding it's way around my cerebral cortex. The music was pounding, and the alcohol soothing, and the air was cool. I look up at the shadowsquare overhead, providing us with the darkness of night. I'd been horribly carnalized by my own culture (20'th century American) but along the way I'd conquered my fears and I'd tried it. |