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having lunch with my friend aaron on the quad between military and fraternity recruiting tables: "man i wish i had my karl marx rulez shirt on right now" Sexual Awakening On one of those streets I later roamed at night, in wanderings that knew no end, I was taken unawares by the awakening of the sex drive (whose time had come), and under rather strange circumstances. It was the Jewish New Year, and my parents had arranged for me to be present at a ceremony of public worship. In all likelihood, it was that of the Reform congregation, with which my mother felt some sympathy on account of family tradition. For this holiday, I had been given into the custody of a distant relative, whom I was to fetch on the way. But for whatever reason--whether because I had forgotten his address, or because I could not get my bearings in the neighborhood--the hour was growing later and later, and my wandering more hopeless. To venture into the synagogue on my own was out of the question, since my protector had the admission tickets. At the root of my misfortune was aversion ot the virtual stranger to whom I had been entrusted, as well as suspicion of religious ceremonies, which promised only embarrasment. Suddenly, in the midst of my perplexity and dismay, I was overcome by a burning wave of anxiety ("Too late! I'll never make it to the synagogue"), but also, at the very same moment and even before this other feeling had ebbed, by a second wave, this one of utter indifference ("So be it--I don't care"). And the two waves converged irresistibly in a dawning sensation of pleasure, wherein the profanation of the holy day combined with the pandering of the street, which here, for the first time, gave me an inkling of the services it was prepared to render to awakened instincts. time expansion  8pm
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