Because I said so.

I'm often astounded by the number of dreams that limenal has that involve her making out with people. In fact, I'm usually quite jealous. Not of her making out with other people, but that I am not getting any of that action in my dreams.

Though sometimes I wonder if I might combust if it happened, since occasionally my dreams are so overwhelmingly sexual without actually having sex. I remember a particularly hot hot hott dream involving me and Steffi Graf. The most physical we got was my hand touching her bare arm (she was wearing a sleeveless shirt). I also had an ongoing series of dreams about 2 years ago that I often interpreted as being related to my emerging new sexuality and gender identity, and the recurring factor in each one usually involved me sitting next to my Dream Woman and her putting her hand on my thigh or perhaps touching my shoulder. Everytime I woke up thinking it was the most erotic experience of my life.

I guess in real-life I can be almost this sensitive. If it's the "right" person and I'm in the "right" mood, I can be overwhelmed by warm breath on my neck, lips barely touching my ear, or a hand on my back. But this heightened erotic sensation has some severe drawbacks -- and I don't mean 'unresolved sexual tension'. It can make me overly sensitive to any touch, feeling overstimulated, or even occasionally violated, if someone is touching me unexpectedly, or just touching me when I'm not particularly in the mood. Which seems lame since most times the person touching me isn't necessarily in the mood either, they're just touching me. But because I seem to have the sexual sensitivity, non-sexual touches can sometime set off the wrong neurons for me.

I'm not necessarily skittish, and I'm also not anti-touching people. In fact, I'm quite fond of hugs and it's a preferred method of greeting for me. But I guess hugs are familiar and expected and have a specific set of variables that it fits. So does the touch of being pressed up against strangers on the train or at a concert. But sometimes unexpected touch can set me off, sometimes in a good way, sometimes in a bad way. And a lot of my reaction depends on what body part is being touched. Some things are just straight up sensitive in a good way, like my head. If a complete stranger wanted to pet my hair on the train, I might not object too much (assuming they asked first), but I'd freak out if they touched my neck.

I alwys thought smell was my highest sensory experience, because I have such strong associations and memories and sensitivities. But I think I'm wrong -- I think touch is way more intense.

Read a book, you illiterate sonofabitch.

Today I put in extra hours in my Fast Delivery courier service. Sparky was an excellent companion on the first adventure, which involved sneaking onto loading docks and scary automatic prison door. Oh, and busting through fire doors without setting off the alarm. After our Perfect Dark adventure, we did some browsing at the Toys R Us going out of business sale. Then I headed up to the United ticket office. I actually fell asleep in the waiting room -- I was dreaming and everything. But my number finally got pulled, I picked up the ticket and headed home. But then what occurs as I walk through the door? A legal letter marked "URGENT" needing to be delivered several blocks away. So I again bounded off to the Chicago Public Schools building where I had to go through a security scanning device that did not require me taking the metal out of my pockets. Hmm. What's the point of having checkpoints for show?

So I've returned, had a meeting with a co-worker, and now it's nearly 5 pm and I'm physicially exhausted. I may fall asleep during the movie tonight. I'm not sure if that movie will be Spiderman or something else entirely.

And this concludes this edition of Friday afternoon post. I apologize for it's lack of material, but I was remarkably busy today, and my brain and cleverness is temporarily tapped out.