14 Jan 01

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Dancing on the Bar

Several years ago, back in the Active Worlds Universe, there was a world (and probably still is) called Winter Wonderland, the experimental project of the Titans Guild. TG was a group of designers who crafted 3d objects and the various textures that go with them, and I think it was once a week or so, they gave their infamous parties. Being online, of course it was BYOB, but there was music and conversation and dancing, and usually, it being the Titans and all, some kind of spectacle, like fireworks or buildings that flicker into and out of existence, or snow or rain or something.

At one of these parties I was really into it, up on the bar dancing, trying not to step in the pizza and beer. Not that anything would have happened to them if I did, being ethereal and all, but it's best not to shatter the illusion. I swung my hips and shook my ass and shimmied and had immense fun. I may have been naked - that detail escapes me now.

I coaxed my new friend wlofie onto the bar with me. I'd just met him in the crush of people on the floor, and he seemed a fun loving and energetic guy. We shook and stepped and jumped and generally had a wild time.

That was a few years ago. Over time we wandered the worlds, talked about big problems and small ones, cried on each other's shoulders, and got devastatingly drunk together. I learned he can make wine. Now I find he can refinish furniture. He is also quite the geek, with an array of cast-aside electronica and an intimidating grip of primitive languages. wlofie is master of the lo-tech, and I love that.

It's one of those loves that occurs slowly over the steepening time, wlofie and me. It's a friendship that grows mossy and warm and enveloping, the slow kindling that eventually leaps into passion. The devotion was there first.

Last year, early in the year, I went to see him in chilly Sweden, and had such a week of quiet, calm leisure, of unbroken affection, of warm snuggly nights, of languid relaxation. It deepened and widened, the love we have, and we gently worked through our issues, of which we both have many.

Over time, I've written a lot about him here, most of it vaguely and without naming names. What's important to me always winds up in the journal, eventually. 

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