It’s getting pretty wintry up here in the north, and I’ve been going to parties - the first little round of gay thanksgiving parties (because we’re thankful we’re not at home with the parents enduring a traditional turkey day) started last week, and with this short week at work, and an easy week next week as well, I plan to be partying up a major storm for the next few days.

There’s someone I’ve been seeing pretty steadily for the past 6 weeks - which is a little longer than usual for me. I haven’t driven him off barking mad yet, and he isn’t pissing me off that much either, so I think we’re a couple.

That’s all I want to say about that, I don’t want to jinx things.

The bad thing about the winter party season is that if anything in the world is likely to put a strain on a new connection,it’s all the sex and drugs and dancing and new men of the holiday season.

There’s something about the shorter days, the deeply black nights, the bite of the cold air, which could kill you if you weren’t snug in your nice clothes, nice cars, and nice apartments, that invokes the party spirit out of us. We dance to ward off the dark times, the coming of death, the freezing of the spirit. It’s like halloween (oh wow, did I have a great halloween) - a folk celebration, done for fun but with all these odd ancient overtones, masks and pretend horrors. The winter party season is like that for me - it’s like a long dance to call back the warmth.

Anyway, when you are partying, take care of yourselves. Party hard, but don’t get hurt.

I should talk. I take too many risks myself. I’m planning on taking some risks this weekend. What can I say?

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