SOCIAL -- the info-document by Peter Dizozza, 1994

The girl attractive there tonight was Micky, from another session but this time less lesbian by admission. She eventually answered the question of her favorite body part, she the personal trainer who enjoyed the ordering of men as she helped them work out themselves; it was her pussy; she thought it pretty, as I'm sure it was, she who looked so like a pussycat, the way her body slinked, perfectly postured, in the black velour pants and back zip half boots. The fellow by her, to her left as I sat to her right, was perhaps playing games with his woman of the week, the one, Deborah, who made something of a materialist fool of herself by discussing the Tiffany gift she would be delighted to get from him, the gold ankle bracelet and gold tennis bracelet. God, sexy can be pathetic. I got home and looked out my hallway and whom should I see but Nick Miller, who had my library tape, the return of which led to an invitation up to his place. He has the apartment in the line next to mine and considerably less windowy than my relative paradise. He had filled it with artifacts of a bygone era, and indeed his descent was from Vienna where all bygones belong. His parents had indeed passed on, although his grandmother thrives in Vienna. Ah, what was the name of the Viennese fellow who I used to meet in the Candlewood area and who sparked all those old world fantasies. He struck me as sophisticated and wealthy. Indeed I was most enamored of him. Was that Nicholas with whom I just spent the latter part of this evening? "The Fundamentals of Relationship with the accent on Fun" hosts a weekly encounter group, called "The Social," whereby Bruce, assisted by his radiant wife, Regina, lead a group of 20 or so friends, guests and strangers through four games, one of which is played throughout, which is the regarding of us all as perfect and responsible for our condition which is exactly as we would have it at the given moment, the three other games being played sequentially, the first being a pairing up with a discussion on a topic usually stated by Bruce, this evening's being "describe yourself as a member of the opposite sex," the second involving a series of attention focusses, called the hot seat, where all eyes must aim, more specifically to rest upon the person sitting there, the hot seat being wherever you're sitting. A series of questions follow such as the one described above where Mickey's answer was her pussy. In fact, that line of questioning and her sexy answer concluded that game for the night. The last game is a withheld and overt statement each of the participants wants to get out to release tension toward whomever, either in the room involving some interaction or observation, or to someone beyond the group, Bruce acting as the surrogate subject. (For example, if I said, "God, there's something I've withheld from you," Bruce would say, "OK, would you like to tell me?") All eyes rest on the person making the statement and the recipient of that statement must acknowledge completion of the statement with a flat yet polite thank you in no way defining reaction for that's not the point. The statement is purely for the speaker's sake, for his or her release of energy, not for the reaction it generates, theoretically. As with the hot seat this group focus of attention also applies in this final game. Questions directed to the hotseat person may not include personal observation. It is not what we would like to know or what I noticed and therefore wish to ask about, but simply the direct question. Notwithstanding the rule, there is often reference to other people within the questions asked, usually employing information obtained in other discussions or hot seats. Regina and Bruce incorporated what they knew of Jane from the private sessions she had scheduled with them. The social event, which lately happened at the Sherry Netherland penthouse, costs 7 dollars and includes a little food and drink spread, and the private sessions "Fundamentals of Relationships" and "Advanced Fun," apparently cost $125 and last an entire weekend. I get the impression through advance publicity that in these seminars touching is involved as they feature hands on training. Anyway, Jane and I had our hot seats about having babies, my favorite topic in relationships since it so fills me with fear, excitement and interest (I've been saying it's the whole point behind sex). I answered a few questions and found myself forgetting it was I on the hotseat and not me asking questions of someone else. On May 12th there was a party there. I participated by playing the piano, particularly for a young little stocky lady named Lisa. Ilana was there and so was Jane. My favorite song of the night was "Hopelessly Devoted." I was telling Ilana how girls used to suck my breasts and my eyebrows and how this mother's day no one called me. I had to call out and practically beg the person to wish me a happy mother's day. Whatever happened? I so appreciated the Suzanne chick from Munich somewhat coming upon me at that party that I dreamt hallway intimacy with her. When we had Doorway Hallway Intimacy could her man be not far behind. Ilana and I went to the Lesbian bar, The Rubyfruit Jungle, and that's where those cute passive chicks look stiff-eyed back at the arm-embracing prowler hawkettes with the close cropped hair. It's so good to see them captured in the very embrace they vaguely felt they wanted to get caught in. (does the prey, by virtue of its vulnerability, go into the lion's den to confront its adversary?). Some of the encounters looked more equal, however, some of the girls were just manly vested, with dark hanging hair, so beautifully artfully varient from shapeless hair. If I ever find such a (medium sized) woman I will do my best to keep her. Ilana was quite extroverted today, as she usually is. It was funny to me that at the bar I'd encounter these Wesley friends, one of which (whom) was hired by the Wharton Buisness School to write an Internet article on Lead Disclosure Legislation in connection with Real Estate Transactions. "I've this great wing. It wants to enfold you. It brings out the bold you." I went to Caesar's Palace at Atlantic City and there I learned the meaning of the words Forty-Four Caliber Alarm Clock. It's the sound of fifty thousand slot machines vying for the attention of fifty four thousand people. Jay Leno was entertaining the folks there. It's a place that substitutes Kalaidascope mirrors for windows. Truly frighteningly disorienting. Upon arrival the first thing I had to do was find the street exit after we came in through some 10 story parking lot. Oh my the place is a big box like macy's, and how silly of me, I learned how to get around the rooms from the brilliant computer game Leisure Suit Larry. Incredibly this building was one of the line of buildings on the boardwalk. Remember the freak of nature is a mule. I may never be getting laid again, but Ilana does attract the prettiest women. And she's attracted to them, too. What an unusual balance. I like to look and so does she. Then it even goes further where the type of directness I couldn't dream of becomes possible. They ask her, Let's spend the night together. Now I need you more than ever. Let's spend the night together NOW. She says no and I say unto them, well how about me? I'll say yes. So eventually Ilana did say yes and there was Kendra in her bedroom. First we went out. I took two 22yolds to Veniero's. I should have brought my camera. Later I was watching the Library film, Dona Flora and her dead husband, while they slipped into the other room and, as Ilana described it, rubbed vaginas. Then her departure was about as fast as a banana split.