had a long conversation with jeff today, basically about how ideological opposites, esp opposites w.i the realm of sexual ethics manage to maintain dialouge, or why they mantain dialouge, there were the usual reasons: convincing people, the general value of discourse, a basic communiation ethos, obligation to social or religious ties, et. al. but as we were talking, and he was lifting his head over his shoulder, as his shirt rode up, as i saw his belley, and the waistband of his briefs, i realised--an impt but unstated reason that i communicate with jeff, is that i want him to close that door, i want him to drop his dick out of his pants, all of the talk in the world reduced to the infitenselmey small chance that he will eventually fuck me.