A whore for cold, hard steel...

I bought another knife, yesterday. It is shameful. I’m a Wuesthof whore. A WHORE, I TELL YOU!!! But I couldn’t say no to 25% off a bread knife nicer than the piece of supposedly metallic flotsam currently darkening my knife drawer. There were also several other purchases made, including a sharpening steel for Orpheus, whose little Santoku has, recently, been in need of TLC. I also bought the very coarse grater Terra Firma has been harping on me about, with a handy little attachment so that using my graters isn’t an exercise in self-mutilation management. And speaking of T.F…
We try, once a month or so (it’s supposed to be every week, but that never works out with my sexual schedule), to do a roommate night, Terra and I. This week was the monthly Drag King show at our local, crappy gay bar, Club 5. Terra and I decided to go and have a racy evening with the dames. I made her favorite dish in my repertoire, we got a little liquored up, dolled up, and went to see the packin’ ladies. (To be particularly alluring to the lesbians, I’d not shaved in two days. I had fantastic second day scruff.) To my great surprise, a couple of them had some really kickin’ boy energy, which was a touch confusing at times. The best bitch on the block, though, was one of the femmes dancing circles around the wee-willie-synthskins. Her stage name was bubbles, and during one of the songs, she dropped a broken, well-used C-cell vibrator into my lap. Needless to say, I held it aloft, and proudly let loose the cry of the hunter triumphant! Of course, she took it away while dancing by on the next number, but I got my cheap thrill. It was a fun night, and we’re planning on going next month, and bringing along Sister, as well. Three queer foodies, all drooling into their drinks, in a row. Bloody fantastic.
That pretty much brings you up to speed, except that, during lunch today, I went to the new cutlery store to have my older knives sharpened. None of them held and edge terribly well anymore, and hadn’t been regularly steeled early in their operating lifetimes, so I felt it was a good enough excuse. Unfortunately, thought the conversation was stimulating, and the edge on my 6” chef’s knife is once again freakishly sharp, he wasn’t very careful on my paring knives, and I may even have to replace the 3.5” blade, as the tip is now uneven, with a metallic dingleberry hanging off. Don’t think I’ll be going back for sharpening, but there will be some purchases when I’m finally ready to work with Japanese knives. He stocks MAC at very fair prices, and we had a nice bitching session regarding Global knives, and how popular they are for no good reason. He also told me that they don’t stand behind their product, so I’m sticking with good, heavy GERMAN steel where my working knives are concerned, thanks. But, damn… I’m gonna miss my paring knife.