What Little Hair I Got Left Got a Little Kinkier This Week

The week started off about as low as it could get. Sunday evening a dear friend had a stroke and by Tuesday she was gone. Now she never opened her eyes over those two days and she may not have been aware that I dropped in to the hospital on Monday but those few minutes with her meant everything to me. The chance to say "I love you." I had never said it before. This smart, wise, loving woman, ever so bent by childhood polio some 80+ years prior. I am going to miss not giving and receiving hugs.

I ended the week by visiting a local institution...the Gay 90's in downtown Minneapolis....once the place to go if you were gay and needing to find your community. It was my first time and a good friend and his wife took me to the monthly Kinky Friday. Now I have always been a rather vanilla guy when it comes to sex. But let me tell you being in a room filled with kinksters of every shape, color and sexual bent was a bit of a salve to my sadness and my soul. I was taken away to a different world by kinky folks in several acts. A world of high heels, harnesses, collars, clamps, chains, hot wax and lots of knotted ropes. I hardly knew the time had passed when midnight came around and we headed for home.

Now my friend who has passed would probably never have gone to a Kinky Friday but I bet she would have had kind words and a smile for the experience. She was always up to an adventure....the world in all it's wonders. Even if I was to share I rode on the Gay 90's 8ft long gold penis.