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I just spent the last half-hour perusing the vaults of my LiveJournal. I must admit, my writing style has changed a bit. I almost feel disconcerted by the fact that my entries from previous years were filled with more wit and certainly seemed filled with a little more life. To rectify this, I'm forcing myself into typing this entry to get my throngs of rabid fans back.
Today I went over to CMT's rehearsal hall to take promotional pictures for the production of The Full Monty that I'll soon be rehearsing for. It's a strange thing to be clad in a cop uniform and then suddenly be ripping your shirt open and sensually pulling your tie off. It's a stranger thing to do this in front of three heterosexual men. Oh, how can I articulate how I felt? Awkward. Yep. I felt awkward. I broke into a sweat, my friends. I suppose it's best to get used to it, though. I have to do full frontal with five other guys at the very end of the show. True story. I'm hoping that they turn the air conditioner off, because some of us are growers, not showers. Shrinkage ensues. And, after a good analyzation of the script, I've come to find that my character is the "well-endowed" one. I mean, way to type-cast me, right?
I broke things off with Alex in Arizona. I hate hurting people's feelings, but this time it wasn't so hard. I guess the three glasses of pinot grigio did their part. Either that or I have no heart.
Sexual frustration abounds. Oh, how I miss the days of regular, constant sex. Lately, I've actually been considering flexing my bottoming muscles a bit more. Well...technically...I'll be stretching them.
Ew.
As an avid top, I find it difficult to get into a bottoming "mood." After having grown so comfortable with the topping end of the spectrum and bringing joy to many a sphincter, I feel like it's time that I really achieve the title of "versatile." The mental barrier is a bitch to break, but I think I'm up for the challenge. Of course, I could be practicing with a toy or my fingers or japanese eggplant, but I'd rather make this transition with someone who knows what they're doing.
If only I could fuck myself.
Today I went over to CMT's rehearsal hall to take promotional pictures for the production of The Full Monty that I'll soon be rehearsing for. It's a strange thing to be clad in a cop uniform and then suddenly be ripping your shirt open and sensually pulling your tie off. It's a stranger thing to do this in front of three heterosexual men. Oh, how can I articulate how I felt? Awkward. Yep. I felt awkward. I broke into a sweat, my friends. I suppose it's best to get used to it, though. I have to do full frontal with five other guys at the very end of the show. True story. I'm hoping that they turn the air conditioner off, because some of us are growers, not showers. Shrinkage ensues. And, after a good analyzation of the script, I've come to find that my character is the "well-endowed" one. I mean, way to type-cast me, right?
I broke things off with Alex in Arizona. I hate hurting people's feelings, but this time it wasn't so hard. I guess the three glasses of pinot grigio did their part. Either that or I have no heart.
Sexual frustration abounds. Oh, how I miss the days of regular, constant sex. Lately, I've actually been considering flexing my bottoming muscles a bit more. Well...technically...I'll be stretching them.
Ew.
As an avid top, I find it difficult to get into a bottoming "mood." After having grown so comfortable with the topping end of the spectrum and bringing joy to many a sphincter, I feel like it's time that I really achieve the title of "versatile." The mental barrier is a bitch to break, but I think I'm up for the challenge. Of course, I could be practicing with a toy or my fingers or japanese eggplant, but I'd rather make this transition with someone who knows what they're doing.
If only I could fuck myself.