birthday / atlanta / spring

[oiran]

I had some e-mail trouble related to our server such that I could neither send nor receive, nor could I use webmail. Things are all better now. I know that a few people wished me (well, velvetglove) a happy birthday, and I want to say 1) thank you! and 2) I'll be responding to those posts today and/or tomorrow.

my birthday: upbeat version: My birthday was great!!!

the truth: Not only did my birthday fall on a creepy religious holiday, the dark cloud that was me turning 39 (*thirty-fucking-NINE!!!*) brought on an actual thunder and lightning storm which, in turn, compelled the dog to bark incessantly. As a bonus, a large, painful pimple bloomed smack in the middle of my face--providing the proof that I am young at heart, I suppose. I spent the day feeling morose and sorry for myself and ignored reality in favor of searching out pictures of specific sexy strangers. Finding arty nudes of one subject was an unexpected pleasure, but it was somewhat mitigated by the discovery that the nude in question is young enough to be my son. Most days I find that pretty damn hot, but apparently my birthday isn't one of those days.

next year: Oddly, I'm still jazzed about the idea of turning 40 - it seems sexy. Thirty-nine doesn't seem sexy. I hadn't thought much about 39, and maybe I ought to have done so - as it was, it bothered me much more than I anticipated. I've never really worried about growing older because I have this notion I don't look particularly old, or at least that I look pretty good regardless. Rather, my age-related worries have to do with actions, and what I see as a distinct lack of accomplishments. For the last couple of years, writing decent gay porn was enough, but lately I'm not as generous with myself. I do need to do something I feel proud of before another year has passed, as I'm pretty low on the pride-bolstering achievements at the moment. I should be able to do that, right? Just one good thing? I'd love to actually finish writing something publishable, but at the moment I feel that I'd gladly settle for a good deed in pretty much any category.

Atlanta: My car is at the dealership being serviced so that Rhi and I can drive to Atlanta without any chance of mechanical delay. Speaking of which, I know that Rhi has asked around a bit, so I will, too: if you're in the Atlanta area and think you might want to try to meet up over the coming weekend, let one of us know. Also, which clubs are best for watching boys kiss? The online reviews of various places are not proving particularly helpful.

It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood. I should go outside and enjoy it.

Comments

[dougiefelchtone.livejournal.com]

The irony of turning 39 on easter is that you've definitely outlived Jesus. Which I've alwaysed viewed as being pretty cool.

[the-atlien.livejournal.com]

First of all, happy belated birthday. You still look pretty damn young to me.

Dude, I'm no help when it comes to clubbing in Atlanta.
However, I do want to meet. I told Rhi to pick out the restaurant.

[goss.livejournal.com]

*birthday smooches*!!!

[chasethecat.livejournal.com]

Happy Belated bitthday!!! Sorry you didn't have a great day. *sends good thoughts for next year*

[raveninthewind.livejournal.com]

I'll be 39 in May.

I have occasionally been surprised at finding boys my son's age hot.

Fortunately, my (convenient) thing for mature men usually kicks in, and I go back to looking up my age with equanimity.

[shaggirl.livejournal.com]

Ah, so does that mean you didn't get my just-under-the-wire birthday email? I am having avoidance issues with posting anything in my LJ so you wouldn't have known I was thinking of you otherwise. Which, I was. Even though I failed to get anything sparkly in the mail to you. :( <-- *is so lame at the moment*

[pun.livejournal.com]

I also sent a last minute email.

Accomplishments would be nice. I often think I ought to get a few of those myself.

[stone-princess.livejournal.com]

You are a pretty girl.

[annaalamode.livejournal.com]

Happy (belated) Birthday!

[terpsichoreslyr.livejournal.com]

Happy Belated Birthday! I've been very remiss in my birthday wishing.

As for Atlanta - Back in the day it was Backstreet - and I can't tell you how heartbroken I am that it's closed. I don't really think there's anything out there that can come close but there's a place called Hoedowns - a gay country bar (cute gay boys in tight jeans) that I've been told is fun. Their motto (I've been told) is: You can't keep a good Ho down.

I might even be able to stand the country music if there are enough cute boys.

I hear Blu is good - but they serve no alcohol (I think because of the problems that lead to Backstreet closing).

I'm in Americus - 140 miles away - but for you two I might have to drag my cookies Atlanta-ward.

[alee-gothphyle.livejournal.com]

39 is hot. Like all good numbers that end in "9", it conjures images of sordid, cloying sexual positions and long, lazy days spent in hedonistic excess. Or, that could just be me ;)

*mwah*

And HOW I would love to stalk you this weekend, but I shall be in Baltimore at ConneXions :/

[porntestpilot.livejournal.com]

I am not young enough to be your child and I think you're hot! Does that help?

Do you like Welcome to Greenwood? If so, would you explain the fucking thing to me? Thanks.

[anitac588.livejournal.com]

Dear Jed, this post made me LMAO so hard, I almost peed my pants this morning!!!
As a bonus, a large, painful pimple bloomed smack in the middle of my face--providing the proof that I am young at heart, I suppose. Eh, you know they tell you this utter lie when you are a teenager - don't worry when you grow older, pimples go away. Only, they DON'T!!! they even come in herds bastards!!!
which clubs are best for watching boys kiss? Gah, yes, I want to do that too!! I wanted to go and do that for my bday but all my friends, with their innocent uncorrupted minds, were like
"Hunh? Wanna do what?"
*G* so enjoy it for me too, please.

I really hope you managed to go outside and enjoy the day.

[rhiannonhero.livejournal.com]

I think the 9 years are harder than the 0 years. I was spazzing over 29, but 30 was cool. And I assume that 39 will probably be the same. For 29 it was like, "OMG! I won't be in my twenties anymore!!" But by the time 30 rolled around, I was over it. And I think 30 is pretty hot, so, yay! And forty is hot! And so is 39, because you're hot.

I see we aren't getting a lot of good advice on the gay boys kissing front. I can't stomach the idea of a country bar--even for cute boys in jeans. *shudders* We'll have to ask Skot. I bet he knows. *snorts*