Skin deep.
JT said I need to post more. So did Kimmeh! and Sam. I suppose I should. I usually have better things to do. And nothing of interest to say. JT suggested I talk about my night in Toronto. He was pretty specific about which night. Strip clubs galore. Most were filled with skinny white boys that had more bone sticking out than muscle going on. Not what I was hoping for.
We hit paydirt when a cabbie with a pink fuzzy penis hanging from the rearview picked us up and took us to his favorite joint. Drag queen heaven. Good music, good food, hot men, hot women, and I had a blast.
I could go on and on about it, but I hate to write. Suffice it to say that I was a happy, exhausted drunk when I left. The same cabbie picked me up and took me back to the party.
I was too tired to even talk about it; curled up in JT's lap instead. He's like a fuzzy robe and hot chocolate. All warmth and comfort. Didn't take me long and I was asleep. He'll never know, but I liked it when he kissed me good night.
JT, Sam, Kimmeh! and I are going surfing tomorrow. That should be intersting. Geezers on boards.
God help us all.
We hit paydirt when a cabbie with a pink fuzzy penis hanging from the rearview picked us up and took us to his favorite joint. Drag queen heaven. Good music, good food, hot men, hot women, and I had a blast.
I could go on and on about it, but I hate to write. Suffice it to say that I was a happy, exhausted drunk when I left. The same cabbie picked me up and took me back to the party.
I was too tired to even talk about it; curled up in JT's lap instead. He's like a fuzzy robe and hot chocolate. All warmth and comfort. Didn't take me long and I was asleep. He'll never know, but I liked it when he kissed me good night.
JT, Sam, Kimmeh! and I are going surfing tomorrow. That should be intersting. Geezers on boards.
God help us all.