Cold

It's frikkin cold here in NYC. Brutal.

I'm reading other blogs and realizing how boring mine is. No sex. Not that I have no sex, just don't write about it. And besides, I'm not an escort or the like. Still, found them interesting.

Sex is a funny thing. Just the other day Margot from the sailing club was telling us how to go to a spot in the Gansevoort Hotel where we could see the loft from Sex and the City. Would go, but wouldn't know what I was looking at. I only saw the show a few times and didn't really get it. Then Clara's favorite show bar none is Queer Eye for the Straight Guy. She's only six years old and this is what she likes. Had a hard time explaining to her what "queer" meant. She was pretty cool about the whole thing. Sex is definitely not what it used to be, and that is a good thing. All that mystery and terror.

My mother is very upset that I'm not into being a Catholic. Why would I be? When it comes to sex they are certainly problematic. All those Lives of the Saints were way too caught up with the saint being a chaste virgin and all that nonsense. The blogging escorts are less obsessed than the authors of these Lives. What exactly are they interested in, these Catholics, other than other people's sex lives?