Entrepreneurial Opportunity!

One of the most interesting intersections of sex, craigslist, and wifi has started to emerge in places like Boston and Atlanta: gay men posting to the Craigslist Men4Men forum with comments like "I'm stuck in Atlanta, Gate C-18, for a three-hour layover. Anyone wanna get laid? I'm wearing the blue pin stripe suit and have an Armani gym bag. IM name gets same."

Who knew that the personals ads had gone real-time? Goddess bless, I see a science-fiction short in the works already. But I also see an entrepreneurial opportunity in the making: convert one of the post-security shops into a four-bed mini-hotel, $50 an hour. Soundproofed of course. You know it's not prostitution because the only people allowed past security are those with tickets. It's just a few people taking advantage of their layover to get some uh, personal time. I mean, because of the big security issue those store past the TSA goons are struggling and jacking up prices. This sounds like an excellent opportunity at the bigger airports.

I thought pantsing was ancient history.

Huh? Where?
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There was a young man at the bus stop where I waited this morning. He was about sixteen, with tight-cropped hair, a hockey jersey, and pants about halfway down his thighs. I could not figure out what how they stayed up. He was smoking and I thought had tragically sad a character he had become already.

Omaha and I had lunch today, and on the way back to the office I snapped the photograph. I had to share. Yes, it's completely real and legitimate. The Seattle people know what it is.

Did some more writing today. About two thousand words, nothing big. And I had an idea for a story arc: Pale Shadows, which will be standalone robot stories in more heterosexual situations, and it will be about standard robot companions, those that Linia once described as "pale shadows of their owners," and how these couples might be pushed into more equitable relationships. The funny thing is that usually, when I have that happen to me, I immediately run off and write it, abandoning whatever it is I happen to be working on. But right now, I'm really rocking on the idea of getting the first chapter of Sterlings done, so I just wrote the ideas down in my Wiki and moved on. I wonder if this means I'm maturing as a writer.

Nah. I wrote some Digimon fanfic porn the other month. If I ever post it and someone figures it out I'm gonna die of embarrassment.