Apples to Apples is the best board game in existence.
My brother’s girlfriend just called him a “disco stick”. I may or may not beat her.
A chance lasts a finite time in the cool July nighttime so take in all you can.
I have a new boyfriend. His name is Peter. He’s a good guy and I like him a lot.
You’re a little dangerous. That excites me.
Jay Brannan concert tonight. I love that crazy ‘mo so bad.
Overdrive
i often feel far too controlled by my sexuality.
not in the sense that being gay is a hindrance, but in the sense that a good part of the day is wasted thinking about men. how i feel about ones that i know, how to meet new ones, how i interact with them, and the overwhelming primal wants attached to them. it’s the only thing i talk about because it’s the only thing i’m legitimately interested in.
i know that the stereotype of gay men is one of excessive sexuality and promiscuity, and of that i’m still unsure. but i can’t speak for anyone in the community besides myself. i’ve had sex with five people. i know the precautions to take when things get heavy. i don’t go home with just anyone that wants to, and i certainly don’t prowl the internet looking to get off. sex may take precedence in my head, but there’s a big difference between thought and action.
however, what i will admit to is using physical interaction as a testing ground in matters of relationship. that draws me in. that makes me interested in you. personality buoys afterwards. if there is no immediate physical connection, there is no connection. but am i ready to give up my freedom? part of me thinks that, yes, if i establish a deep enough connection with someone. but the other part says that i don’t trust myself to stick to one when i live in a city of thousands.
it should come as no surprise then that i feel the most like myself in the ten minutes after orgasm. my priorities become unmuddled. i realize how much time i’ve wasted. i stop caring about who i’ve been talking to and who i’m going to meet. i feel like i’ve been let out of a cage.
and then it slowly but surely creeps back in.
