I can vividly recall her sitting there, a vision of perfection, and the lilt of her accent as she labelled him, "Pleasure delayer!" as he departed.

What a striking idea. Successful and yet wanting to hold off as long as possible. I understand the draw of temptation, but this is something else entirely.

What a magnificent world, filled with so many different kinds of people.

At the bar, I asked Alex (our bartender) how long he thought Matthew and I had been dating. "Two months." I smiled, "Try four and a half years." He was genuinely shocked and impressed.

And that brings us to this month's collab topic for On Display: moving on/moving away.

My parents were married for about fifteen years before they split, and they remained very close friends after that. And much as they were comfortable saying, "Your mother/father and I played this record all the time," they rarely spoke of each other. It wasn't that they didn't want to. They simply didn't remember.

When you end a relationship, especially when you finally give up hope of ever fixing it, you make a decision to move on. You don't want to color your future relationships by incessantly talking about your past ones (though some people do so).

But I think for me, I've always wanted to keep people I liked in my life in some way. Perhaps, my parents didn't remember, it has always been important for me to do so. Again we try to be friends, and again I move on, realizing it won't work. He has no friends. He has no past. He is like my mother in that regard. The parting was quiet and gentle and each time it gets closer to permanence.

So let's just jump to photos from Jason (aka Super Jaxxon)'s going away party as he has moved to New York.

On the 28th I got on BART:

I began inconspiculously taking pictures of people...

... and their shoes.

I enjoyed the scenery...

... and the conversations I overheard.

Two guys caught me taking pictures and snickering.

So we started talking and they let my take their pictures.

Katya met me at the BART exit and Super Jaxxon picked us up immediately. Katya squeezed in with the luggage in the back and Super Jaxxon was chatting with his mommy.

Super Jaxxon claimed his fingers were swollen from packing but Katya and I knew the truth.

After a rousing conversation on sex we arrived at our destination and found out that somebody is pregnant:

A sunset we set out in search of Indian buffet for dinner.

Then everybody stuffed themselves:

After dinner, everyone posed:

Then I told everyone to say Jaxxon's nickname: "ass-pirate":

I took various pictures of Super Jaxxon including his ear, legs, undies (which he was showing everyone) and his chin. The photos of his upper thighs and his butt are so terrifying as to never be shown again. When everyone got up from dinner I pointed the camera up Super Jaxxon's baggy shorts and snapped a shot. It didn't come out, but one of the restaurant's patrons saw me do it and couldn't stop laughing. That's what I most remember from the evening...

There was a bit more merriment before we all took off again.