Naughty Jester

I carry a notebook and pen with me wherever I go. I use them to jot down observations from my life. Later, I sift through those random episodes like a prospector panning for gold nuggets to write my blog postings. I am forever looking for the sublime within the mundane like a pig rooting around for diamonds in the mud.

Just last night I wandered into a bookstore with a friend and while she browsed for knowledge, insight and a bathroom, I found a quiet corner with a bench. I plopped down and began to scribble.
I noticed I had inadvertently positioned myself in the “Sex/Erotica” section. To my right an entire bookshelf of smutty covers leered at me, from “The Diary of a Sex Fiend” to “Tijuana Bibles.”

And to the far left of that stood the career reference shelves. And sandwiched in between lay an entire bookcase on wedding planning. So you get a handy job, get hitched then get kinky. Or so the bookstore Gods seemed to be suggesting.

At least that is what I filled the blank pages of my little black book with …

Do you ever jot down your erotic musings?