Ides of Spring Revelation

May First - The Ides of Spring.   I had a revelation about why it's been hard to write this one short story:  it's because I want to write about what a society where the male erotic is an acknowledged creative force and my inner sensor/critic is clamping down on the process because it's too risque.  I want to convey a sense of tribal male (see, even "tribal male" sounds like a porn studio) without going too far into Homosexual Utopia Territory or Iron John Land.  And I realized that I was approaching the writing as if I were a 21st C man with various hang-ups, but if I wrote the story from the point-of-view from the people on Planet Valued Male Eros, then writing about tingly bits would be every day.

For a little bit of research, I re-read Jane Yolen's "Cards of Grief," which has a lot of hetero- and homosexual situations in it without being Overtly Graphic about it -- and which she does with a combination of courtly language, flowery euphemisms, and post-coital-under-the-sheets scenes.

Went to the Gym Sunday:  25 minutes and 250 cal on the elliptical; 10 minutes and 120 calories on the cable rowing machine.  This time there was a grunting, moaning, and sibilant woman clanking weights around.  3x12x60lbs on the pec fly.  3x13x70lbs on the lat pull-down.  3x12x30lbs barbell curls and reverse barbell pull-ups.  3x13 hanging curls on the Roman Chair.  3x12x30lbs on the triceps curl.  Some assisted dips and chin-ups on the machine, but that was at full assist, so I'm not sure it counts, except as a cool-down.