One of my favorite moments in film is in Polyester, when Mink Stole gushes to David Sampson “Childern would only get in the way of our Errrottic Lifestyle”, while they wrestle in the office of the porn theater he runs. Ever since then I can’t help but think, usually in bemusement, about my erotic lifestyle. Looking to get laid is one thing, and romantic involvement is another, but neither quite constitutes a life style in that o-so-Seventies sense of the word. So is there a way in which I pursue, or deicate myself to Eros? If so it’s compounded of activities that may not seem at first appearance to make much sense as “erotic”. Last week I found that sharing a plate of oysters with someone in a certain way was mighty erotic. As are certain types of shopping.
Well, last night that lifestyle got a little shot in the arm, because some folks got off their duff and did something: after much grousing around town at the demise of organized cigar activities, a number of men went to the owners of the eagle and got them to agree to an evening on their roof for a smokers get together.
As a result, I got to spend a couple of hours in the company of around thirty hot fellow New Yorkers smoking cigars for the first time in years, and fed one particular swoon-worthy dude his first ash ever. It looks like plans are afoot to find a way to make this a regular occurence, which I can only say will be a great enhancement to my erotic lifestyle.
Tags: Cigars, daily photo, new york in black and white, night, sex