HAHAHA
Congratulations Kurt. You just took the IDM List to the next level.
-Aaron
----- Original Message -----
From: Kurt Hoffman <supine@bway.net>
Date: Wednesday, February 27, 2002 11:00 pm
Subject: [idm] Re: "gay idm"
quoted 103 lines Well, it's funny that this thread came up, as it reminds me of the
> Well, it's funny that this thread came up, as it reminds me of the
> way so many of us came to become familiar with 'intelligent' dance
> music.
>
> I couldn't find a spot near Other Music, so my wife and two
> children
> took to circling the block in our new SUV. I'd intended to run in
> for
> a moment and get the new Mariah Carey album for my eldest
> daughter. I
> had no idea the place was any different from Tower Records, and
> was
> confused at first when I couldn't find the Mariah Carey section ( -
> -
> and what was "Krautrock"?).
>
> I asked one of the salespeople, this tall fellow who looked like
> he
> hadn't slept for a few days running, and, judging by his slightly
> musky aroma, hadn't bathed either. He paused for an awkwardly long
> time and then looked me over with his dull blue eyes. He kind of
> frowned and said, "oh yeah, I think we sold out of that one
> but...uh...c'mere, check this out..." A cashier buzzed him into
> the
> back and I followed him down a filthy corridor lined with boxes of
> cds. As he led the way, I couldn't help dwelling on his scent,
> which
> made him at once seem like a pathetic collage stoner and, at the
> same
> time, strangely animal. I felt my dick stirring in my pants,
> forming
> a casual, almost unnoticeable bulge in my pants. He pushed open a
> door, and revealed a minuscule, disheveled office, strewn with
> coffee
> cups, papers, and turntables in various states of decay.
>
> "Uh...let's see, you know we don't usually sell those, but, uh...I
> had one I got as a promo...uh..."
>
> I stood in the hallway, waiting for Mariah. His digging was
> apparently taking him awhile. I noticed a pungent smell of
> marijuana
> smoke wafting from the office. It was all a bit ridiculous, but
> there was something intriguing about this fellow.
>
> "Oh gee," I said, "you know I don't mean to be any trouble. My
> wife
> is double parked outside, I just thought I was running in for a
> moment." When there was no answer but a few painful coughs, I
> resolved to head back out to the car.
>
> "No, man, just one minute" said the absent-minded voice, and his
> slender, hairy hand lightly pulled me into the office, now blue
> with
> smoke, and closed the door. I looked up and was astonished to see
> that he had taken his shirt off. His chest was dark with long,
> thin
> hairs, curly around his vaguely defined pectorals.
>
> "Here," he said, stuffing a slightly moist joint into my mouth. He
> looked at me for a moment and smiled a dilapidated grin. "You ever
> hear that last Phoenecia thing?" he said, unbuttoning my shirt. I
> didn't know what to say. He looked sheepishly at my firmly muscled
> chest and fumbled gingerly with his nipple ring. There was
> nothing
> else to do -- I wrapped my arms around his warm, damp body and
> stuck
> my tongue down his throat, my body trembling with a surge of
> affection and lust. Somewhere in the charged atmosphere, a primal
> groove twisted and frayed, splaying out into a thousand industrial
> colors, erotic, masculine, swelling my heart, my mind, my cock to
> bursting fullness and reckless wandering....
>
> Well, this is a roundabout way of getting to the fact that before
> I
> knew it, I was walking out of the store with the entire Schematic
> catalog, a Skam 45, a couple of the Studio 1 12"s, as well as a
> beat-up promo copy of a Mariah Carey album. My daughter was
> indignant about the condition of her Carey CD, my wife drolly
> inquiring as to why my face was so red (my first brush with
> whisker
> burn -- god -- what a good kisser that guy was...) and how was it
> I
> smelled like a zoo all of a sudden.
>
> I've been returning to this store and many others like it, now
> that
> I've found them to be at the center of a sexually liberated
> society.
> for me, IDM is the anthem of my awakening to love in the arms of men.
>
> who cares if Boards of Canada are not themselves homosexuals? I
> say,
> why not? Neither was Judy Garland.
>
> k
>
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