I'm going to the mayoral debate and missing the John Waters show *AND* the sex documentary night where the film will be about the sex lives of women over 60 and the elderly male nurse who grew up as a thug in an Italian neighborhood and then became a sexologist will be a discussion facilitator! On the email lists he already said his experiences "are not standard", but said he's been on sex-and-aging panels before and would be happy to do it if no one else can be found (which is the case).
(He also said his wife couldn't come; she never does, and I'd love to meet her.)
Anyhow, I know that that movie night alone could be the highpoint of my year. The last time there was a film that he attended (and this was ages ago, I forgot to blog about it), he was talking again about the benefits of massage among people where they feel pleasure but don't know whose hands are touching them. He then started reminiscing about how back when he was in nursing school he and a friend had invited an instructor over and were all drinking pot and sitting around smoking pot, and somehow the topic turned to nude massage, and after a bit, they all went to take off their shirts, and the instructor, was doing that - but then put his back on and bolted out the door!
"It wasn't right for him then," the retired male nurse was like.
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