Several weeks ago, I was in a chat room. I began a conversation with someone. He responded, to my surprise, that we’d chatted before.

I couldn’t place him, so he sent me a photo of him and his boyfriend.

Unfortunately, I still wasn’t sure whom I was chatting with, because it turned out I’d slept with both guys in the photo before, at different times, apparently while they were already living together.

It’s similar to this time I went over to someone’s apartment to hook up, and the guy explained to me that it was his ex-boyfriend’s apartment, and that they were now friends, and that he was staying there while the ex-boyfriend was away, and I realized I’d been in that very same apartment before, to hook up with the ex-boyfriend, before he was an ex.

It’s a small gay world, isn’t it?

Perhaps this could be called six degrees of penetration.

I’m shocked, shocked to find that bombing is going on there.

Oh, and awed.

Except not really.

Okay, I guess I’m awed.

What a strange world. I can sit at my desk and munch on a turkey sandwich with provolone, lettuce, tomato and mustard while watching NBC News live coverage of buildings being destroyed by cruise missiles half a world away. (By the way, if you go to WNBC.com, the website of New York’s NBC affiliate, you can find a link to live video of Tom Brokaw and NBC News, with a bigger screen and better sound than on the MSNBC site.)

Last night I got home from work and pretty much sat at my computer until about 1:30 in the morning, when I finally went to bed. Now that I’ve got a fast computer and broadband, I love downloading stuff! Audio! Video! I’ve downloaded everything from Cavalli’s Salve Regina to, um… stuff that’s a little more risqué.

To think I used to be satisfied with still pictures.

Oh. My. God.

I think tonight I’ll type “bel ami” into Kazaa-Lite and see what I come up with.

Someone better invite me out this weekend, or I might not leave my apartment.

Hooray! and Hooray!