From DrD@super.zippo.com

I was going to write about my wedding for AFTSD, but that has very
little to do with the club scene, except that I married a dancer, who
was given away by the club owner, and our photographer was his wife, and
our reception was organized by their daughter, who is also a dancer, and
the cake was made by another dancer.  Uh, so in a nutshell, that was the
wedding.  

I was going to write about by fascination with a dancer who was a user
of human souls, except that I found out that I had already written that
up once, and reruns on Usenet are pretty stupid things.

I was going to write about my first trip to the Huddle Club, Fantasy
Lounge, Cafe Erotica, Glitter Gulch, Golden Horseshoe, Good Guys,
Opequon Hill Lounge, Mitzi's, Mitchell Brothers Theatre, Temptations,
Olympic Gardens, Diamond Club, Fifty Yard Line, Wagon Wheel, Chez Paree,
Gold Club,...

I was going to write about the night I had to serve as a cab driver for
a dancer who had too much to drink.  She could no longer dance, but she
wanted to party.  So we did.  From club to club.  Punctuated by groping,
fondling, licking, drinking.  I remember her comment as I lapped away by
the light of a mercury vapor lamp, "Oooh, Steve, you lick cootchie just
like a girl."

I was going to write about a trip to Walt Disney World with two dancers,
and how normal we all can be in some situations...and how preposterous
in others.

I was going to write about my birthday last year, wherein I appeared at
one club, was told to "Open your mouth, and close your eyes," and heard
"You're dosed," as the blotter paper hit the back of my tongue.  Later
at a second club, I got nude laps from every dancer in the club, a cake
was brought out for me, and I indulged in oral/digital fun behind the
second bar.  But she sucked ;^).

I was going to write about virtual people who communicate solely by
means of electrons and electromagnetic fields, causing interesting
patterns to appear on my computer monitor.  I was going to tell how it
felt to meet some of them, and know that the patterns would never be the
same, but would now carry the sounds of their voices.  I was going to
try to talk about how the core members around this group are something
more than people with common interests, but that may have sucked.  We
have argued, agreed, supported and condemned one another.  We have
welcomed newbies and seen long time supporters leave, sometimes quietly,
sometimes raging into the night.

I was going to write about humor, emotion, ego, greed, denial, lust,...
But ALS already wrote that post.

I was going to write about all the dancers I could remember, but a
recitation of names can never introduce you to them, let you look at
them, get to know some of them, wish you had never met others.

It all boils down to: Life Fails To Suck.  It is an unending panoply of
wonders, sometimes in monochrome, sometimes in IMAX Panavision.  Thanks,
everybody, for being such wonderful creations, whether in my mind or
yours.

SteveDrD