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Reality Restored

Let's just say my birthday sucked ass. Dirty nasty skanky ass. There was more drama than most drag queens could possibly handle. And it call came from me. I'm surprised I didn't break my fist, but that's neither here nor there.

Monday was much better and a major turn around. My friend Mark works at Score, now. It's a gay sports bar. Very chic. I just might have to go back. Monday night started with no one there and he (Mark) was bored to tears and he invited (some unknown number of) people over. When I get there, the place is slightly crowded. He swears up and down that they came in just before I did. Uh, huh.

I planned on just staying for a bit, but then another one of Mark's many friends, Todd, shows up. He's young, cute, and talkative. Before I know it the night's over. I don't remember everyone I met. I will probably never see them again. However, I had a good time and it certainly restored my mood.

Then, today, I spent most of the day tormenting str8BF. Sometime Tuesday morning I sent him an email asking for the size of his penis. I know, I know, but he was laughing, so it's all good. He wouldn't tell me, but he did say he was my twink.

AH, how sweet! But, if he's my twink, why am I always in bed alone when he lives five minutes away?

Anyway, I told him that, by saying he considered himself a twink, he has basically told me that he has a largish penis. At least, one that he shouldn't be ashamed of. He just replied, sorry to disappoint you, but it's not. (sniff) I have no way of proving or disproving his statement (unless I get him uber drunk) so I think I'll just let the matter drop.

Me, you ask? Well, let's just say no one has complained yet... LOL, I love my genetic code!

yeah, this is me (not the pic, tho)

Your Score: Versatile top

You're 77% dominant

You might have some muscle, but your most striking feature is probably your personality and smile. You probably take care of your body, but you may not have the perfect six-pack, pecks, and arms that someone who goes to the gym daily would. You tend to like boys who are more slender and younger than yourself, but if you found a hunk who took your breath away, you'd go for him.

You might have done sports, but you weren't a major jock. Most people were surprised when you came out.

Link: The top, bottom, or versatile Test written by richardmv on OkCupid, home of the The Dating Persona Test

Who do I blame?

I had an awesome post planned, but it all fell apart. I wrote the letter, I hand delivered it, and I got niente!

You know what, I am not going into this now. Instead, I give you this:

Shadows wander beneath the sun
Angels wings no longer beat
Devils dance, demons scream

A witch's cry cuts thru the nigth

Lost in time, the man I was
A power too strong to contain
Laughter and madness become one
Past becomes future, castaway

Flesh gives rise to the mind
Insubstantial, haunt me forever
Indifference gives me away

All I have, the sum of me

Stars are dying, creating light
The void calls, a ghost of life
Rainbows burning in the dark
Castles rising on the clouds

Now embraced by the sea
Warmth and comfort eases sin
Tears of crystal fall unseen

Love calls me to a home unknown

More Addictive than Crack

Okay, I finally found a third thing that it more addictive than crack. First, of course, is cigarettes. Second is sex (mmmm). Third... SHOPPING!

I've remembered how much a high shopping is. I had to go out and buy clothes as I prepare to return to work (ick, such an evil word). I do this because, well, I need money if I'm going to be dating. Well, I could go on dates to get money so I can date, but that sorta defeats the purpose and, so I'm told, is rather illegal.

So, yesterday I went shopping. Now, I'm not like str8 chicks or (insert word) that spend hours looking, looking, looking. I go in, find what I need, want, like, or can't fucking live without. I throw it into the cart and check out. I have this love/hate relationship with shopping.

I bought some new dress pants, dockers, dress shoes, loafers, dress socks, underwear (just in case, well, you know), undershirts, and some new shirts. I doubt I'll use the shirts for anything work related. I'll keep those for dates because I look fucking AWESOME in them. Definitely too good for work.

As I was shopping, though, I realized a new thing. I talk to myself when I'm looking at something, and I answer any questions I ask. I'm not talking the internal dialogue, I'm talking out in the open verbal. Damn that Sofia Petrillo syndrome. It is kinda funny, though. Here I am, walking through the store, going like, "Nice shirt. Is it pretentious?"

"No, you'll look great in it."

"Really? I don't want a lot of stuff like this."

"Trust me, you'll look marvelous!"

I get a lot of looks from a lot of people! And not the right looks from the right people, either. I mean, there were a LOT of cute guys out and about. Sometimes, being gay is rather a hindrance. Here I am, cruising along, minding my own business, then the next thing I know I'm checking out this hot guy, only to have him look at me like, "Dude, you're checking me out. Not cool!" Ooops!

I really tried to keep my eyes focused on my intended purpose. Really, I did. But for some reason I'd hold up a shirt and look at the nearest guy trying to get his approval. DOH! I swear, I need a gay man or str8 chick to go shopping with me. That way, they could talk to me and I could show off to them. Otherwise, someone might try to beat my ass for checking them out.

So, lovely ladies and pretty boys, come flocking to me! I need your help!!!

Rage

I read an article today that cheesed me off to no end. It was about the number of animals on the brink of extinction. Not only have we drained the wetlands, destroyed the forest, plowed under the grasslands in our desperate need to prove our dominance on this planet, now the few places left for these animals are no longer safe harbors. It seems there is a "prestige" for people to eat an animal on the edge of extinction. There is also some kind of twisted pleasure people get from killing these poor creatures.

WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH THE PEOPLE OF THIS PLANET???

I've come an conclusion. Mankind is no longer deserving of being the dominant species on this planet. We should be grateful that the rage I felt earlier this afternoon did not have any power to fuel it. Had that been the case, humanity would have ended in a storm of fire and blood. With what we have done to this planet, we do not deserve to live on it.

Fun Times

ALERT: SOME QUESTIONABLE MATERIAL IS INCLUDED, READER BEWARE

Well, last night was a trip and a half. I have had a good/bad week. Enough so that the level of frustration I was carrying was crazy. So I knew, that if I went out, I'd be on a MAJOR drunk. I had a plan, and the plan was fun.

As soon as I arrive at the bar, I hand my keys over to Mark, order my drinks, and just get started.

NOTE: Normally I protect the innocent, but last night there were no innocents. Ergo, all names are real.

As Mark is making the drinks, I'm tormenting Candace and I see this guy walk in. I'm like, I know that lovely piece of flesh, not as well as I'd like, but I still know him. I ask Candace, "Is that Neil?" She's like, "Yeah." So I start to wave at him like a fool and, after a few seconds of blank looks, he gets this really goofy grin and comes over.

Just so you know, Neil is a pretty little straight boy who loves to hang out at gay bars. But, he lets me hit on me, smell him, touch him, feel him up (to a certain point). I love Neil because he is so cool. Now, Neil has a girlfriend that no one, but Candace and Neil, has ever seen. We pretty much believe that he's really a closet case and he uses the "girlfriend" story to get the boys at bay.

Now that you know that, Neil tells me that the girlfriend is supposed to be there, but she hasn't shown up yet and he can't get hold of her. Yeah, right...

We're talking with Candace and just generally goofing around. For some reason, Candace mentions that she's Neil's bodyguard. Then the logic centers of my brain go haywire and I'm like, "Well, I belong to Candace tonight. So, if she's you're bodyguard then so am I. She'll watch your front and I'll have your back." Meaning, she'll take care of the front and I'll DO his back end.

His reaction was so funny! He's like NO NO NO NO. I was laughing so hard tears were forming.

Anyway, there we are, happily getting drunk(er) and we're just going along and in comes Tom. Well, Tom and I hit it off fairly well at Mark's birthday party about a month before, but, well, for whatever reason he never responded to me at all, so fuck him. He stayed away for a while, but eventually came and sat beside me and Neil, but I ignored him, so all was good.

Anyhoo, as we're getting drunker, I bring up a subject that I have heard before, but never really understood. I have been told that a top needs to fuck an ass the same way a straight boy fucks a pussy. I have my new straight boyfriend here beside me, who's had more experience with pussy than me (meaning, he's had sex with a girl at least 1 time). So I ask, "How do you fuck a pussy?"

LOL, the look on his face was rather dumbfounded. I urge him on and he finally says, "Well first you kiss her..." DUMBASS!

"Dude, I'm the master of foreplay. Ask any guy I've been with. Skip that part and get to the fucking part."

"Uhhh"

"Dude. Once you get yourself hard and you're ready, to you just slam it in and go, do you ease it in, go fast, go slow, move in circles, WHAT?"

"Well, it really depends. When you're ready, you line yourself up with her help (more fun that way) and then, depending on how tight she is... Well you basically let her tell you... Hi baby!"

I turn and look and there is the girlfriend! DAMMIT!!! So, basically, I never did find out how to fuck a pussy. BUT, his girlfriend is real. Her name's Selena and she's is so totally cool. Shit, all those fantasies of Neil just went down the drain.

I'm still tormenting him, tho, and he says that she'll beat the shit out of me if I don't stop. HEHEHEHE. I go talk to her and ask, "So, if I keep hitting on him and feeling him up, are you going to hurt me?"

"Fuck no, he can take care of himself!" Sweet! I'm going to leave Neil for a bit. Let's just say that, in the course of the night, I got to feel his ass, his dick, the lovely hair on his chest, and I got a full on, tongue wrestling kiss! FUCK YEAH! I think I might have caught that dreaded str8 gene, tho, but it was worth it. I even arm wrestled Selena. It was a draw. I'm totally weak and she works out a lot. Hmmm.

During the course of the evening Jeff shows up. He's the dude from last weekend. He is so nice, so cute, and he thinks the same of me. We had a heart to heart. I know he's not in a relationship with anyone, so I asked if he wanted to go out on a date, dinner and a movie type of shit. I think I touched his heart, because his eyes kinda melted.

We're not, not now, anyway. He wants to get his shit together. He likes me too much to have to deal with some of the crap that's going on in his life. I offered to help him, but he wants to do this on his own. Basically, it's a thing of, when he's ready he will let me know.

We still had a good time. I was trying to write him a poem, but my creatively failed me. Basically, I gave him crap. Right now I'm trying to create a poem that will knock his pants (and underwear) off. I have a few lines, but it's not ready. I'm going to write him a letter (a real letter, not an email) and give it to him next weekend. Poem included.

Well, when the lights flashed on, I kissed Jeff goodnight, hugged Neil and Selena, then waited for Mark and Candace to clean up. We head back to their place and there the night ended.

All in all, it's good. Jeff and I may start seeing each other at some point. I made a new friend with Selena, and I think Neil has a crush on me! LOL

A domani, ragazzi!

Not a good post

Ok, so. Allora, I think I made a major mistake. This dude I've been talking to thru email, he lives out west, I was just joking around. I started teasing him about his "locked" pictures and videos. Y'know, telling him he was a bad, bad boy. I even told him that I didn't want to see them. I mean, yeah, I'm still a guy who loves the naked flesh, but I was in a teasing mood that night. I told him to keep them locked.

He wrote back and said, well, it sounded like I wanted to see them, but since I didn't have any posted... I thought about it for a while and finally wrote back. I told him that I am doing what a friend once told me, back when I first came out. He said, "You will have friends and you will have lovers. You will need to understand the distinction between the two and keep them separate."

Sorry, minor distraction. Tom Welling, on Smallville, just ripped off his shirt and WOW! Damn that man is HOT. But, I digress.

While I think it would be awesome to have him as a lover, it's not feasible when he lives so far away. C'mon, the chances of us ever meeting are slim to nil. I told him that I'd rather have him as a friend. Which means that, while I love to see his flesh, it's an option I'm not allowing myself. However, if the nature of our relationship should ever change, then, of course, how I think of him would change, and seeing his flesh would allowable (and hot, this guy is so fucking handsome).

Did I err? Should I have never teased him? Should I have never considered him a friend in the making? I know that I shouldn't consider him more, we've only been talking a few weeks. And he's also a 3 day car trip, or a 4 hour plane trip, away. I'm not quite made of money (gold, not money) so constant trips out west is out of the question.

Not that he'd ever be interested in ME that way. Very few are.

Alas, once again my strength fails me, and I cannot see the road that I should take. I think it is time to ride the wave and see what Fate has in store for me. After all, a man does what he can until his Destiny is revealed to him.

Gay men have the best of both worlds. We have the physical strength and beauty of men, and also the mental fortitude of women. But we also have the worst. Our emotions play more havoc with us than with either straight men or women.

Tutti, I need to rest, but even the sleep of a thousand years will never be enough.

Until tomorrow, when I go out and go nuts at the Exile. I need to talk to studly from last weekend. Mmmm, the very thought of him...

Tacky (previous post)

Yeah, yeah, I know. I shouldn't whore myself around like that. But, babies, if they're willing to pay that much for me, who am I to say no?

So, speaking of tacky. Well, not tacky so much as flattering. I've been talking to these guys out there. You know, the ones that have the HOTS for me and live 8 hours to 3 days away (by car) or 15 hours by plane. Well, they want to see me. ALL of me. Now, I'm all up for nude pics and such, but my dilemma is, should I lose the x-tra weight first (only about 30 lbs, a total of 3 months) which would put me at 175, or should I just go all out and show everyone as I am now, not as I was when I was 24? After all, I got to see a lot of them online, and I mean a LOT. But these guys look GOOD. Me, not so much.

Hmmm, less than 1 month before my birthday. I have this need for a big blow out. Major drunk surrounded by a lot of naked guys, gyrating on the dance floor. Wait, sorry, that was last night's wet dream! LOL

But, yeah, I'm feeling the need for a major victory party in my fight against growing old. My plans are to go to the Exile with some of my nearest and dearest (and the not so near and dear). Three plans for action: 1)I go home with my friend Mark & Candace to sleep it off, 2) I go home with a hottie to sweat it off, or 3) go home with my friends and torment the drunks on the gay sites.

1 is most likely because Mark & Candace bartend that night and they are good friends. 2 is possible, as long as Mark beats off the creeps and bartrolls with his big stick, er, a big stick (Candace has a bigger stick, so she can beat them off too). 3 will happen only if str8BF and JohnnyRetared come by to play and stay the evening. I prefer 2, but, like I said, 1 is most likely. 3 would be fun, I hear enough alcohol might turn str8BF into gayBF. LOL

Can you tell I'm in a crazy mood. I must be getting sick. Or maybe it's from sleeping naked too much. My friend FocusLarry and I have this theory that the more one sleeps naked, the more crazy you and your life get. While I'm not sure how sound that theory is, I do love to sleep naked (usually by myself, but not always). Something about the feel of my flesh against the sheets that is so erotic/sensual.

Too much detail?

Well, babies, I think I have a migraine coming on. I feel my senses going nuts. How the hell should I be able to feel light and sound? Light shouldn't be all colored daggers and sound isn't so strong as to be felt in the bones.

Arrivederci, ragazzi!

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