I read your Blue Line story yesterday and was quite happy. When I first moved here 10 years ago I lived off the Blue Line. It wasn't until a few years ago, and the switch of the south end to the Pink line, that I was no longer near the Blue. Now I am near the Red Line, of which I hardly ride, but know that it can be one of the seedier trains in Chicago. But there still remains something of the Blue Line I will always love. It does go through some of the best neighborhoods and I still think the hottest people are on board that train. The punks and hipsters and alternatives all seem to live off the Blue, not to mention the myriad travelers that have no choice but to take it from O'Hare. The Red seems to have the more business end of people, the ubergays, and the jocks/chads/chavs that love their baseball. It is quite a different scene.
While I wish someday that something of your story would happen to me on such a train, it was nice to know that the possibility is there for others. Some of my best times on the CTA have been on the Blue Line and I would much rather pass out on the Blue than the Red, no one wants to end up at 95th at 4 in the morning.
Thank you for your story. I'm looking forward to reading more.
Thank you so much for the note. I love that I’m getting great responses from so many Chicago people. I have an entire story set in Saint Louis, where I live, one that’s been published and everything, and I never hear from Saint Louis people. I suspect this may be one more piece of evidence that I belong in Chicago.
Last night, while slightly intoxicated, I did a dramatic reading of the entirety of Sucking Dick on the Blue Line for the people that were over. Afterwards a friend said, "You sound like you've been rehearsing," which lead to recounting my experience in Oral Interpretation / Public Speaking / Debate in middle school and high school, which lead to a sex dream involving a Speech meet last night.
For that, I thank you. I was hoping for some Chicago Blue Line specific details in the story, but alas, no. I'll just have to Mary Sue myself into the story at the California stop.
Every comment or letter I get about a story is my favorite comment or letter ever but this is my new favorite comment ever. I wish I could have been there to see this tremendous event, this reading of my dirty short story about giving head on a train in Chicago. There were more details about the Blue Line, maps were consulted and photos of train cars referenced—I’ve ridden the CTA once before, and it wasn’t the blue line, but the blue line goes through my favorite neighborhoods.
There were more details about the briefs and the answer to the question of whether or not someone else boarded the train. These were all lost to my devotion to write a story of exactly 1000 words.
Thank you for this comment. I couldn’t be there, but I’m happy to know it happened.