skinemax

i obviously ride the subway about eighteen times a day now. when i spent that first summer here, living in scott's shoebox-sized, 80+ degree extra bedroom, riding the subway was new and exciting. i felt so very citified, so very look-at-me-riding-the-subway-if-they-could-see-me-now-that-little-gang-of-mine. nowadays, its luster has worn off a little. i still love, however, not having to drive. as you, my faithful readers, are already aware, i have pretty insane road rage. not like road rage where i get out of my car and stab a cabbie because in my mind he cut me off (apparently this just happened recently in williamsburg), but road rage that manifests itself in spouting an incredible array of profanity, racial slurs, hand gestures, and faces. i have a whole range of reactions perfectly tailored for the offense at hand. phong often complained because i'd give him a heart attack with my sudden outbursts, which often happened when i was merely a front-seat passenger.

nowadays, though, my honda sits parked at amanda's house in connecticut, where it gets rained on and gathers dust and sometimes gets driven by barbara on lil' errands. i have yet to put a for sale sign in its window, though i need to unload it as soon as possible so i can stop paying my insurance premiums. nowadays, i ride my beloved subway.

and let me tell you, literally not a day goes by that i don't see two straight people sucking face on the subway. it's not always full-on making out, mind you, but it's always extremely inappropriate PDA. the close-faced talk, for instance (where you stare right into each others eyes, nose-to-nose, and meet lips occasionally), or the boyfriend-to-girlfriend headlock. hilary and i have had many conversations about PDA, all of which have stemmed from being subjected to what's basically cinemax after dark on the N/W train.

plus, you just know that if it was two guys getting all lovey-dovey on the train there would be a public outcry the likes of which hasn't been heard since judy died. then again, i'm feeling dangerous: any volunteers?