I hate the gay scene.
Officially.
I type this while sitting on my floor, somewhat drunk at quarter to three in the morning. I'm hanging out with a cat. The cat is not mine. I don't actually know who this cat is. I've met it before. Once, while sitting on my deck waiting for a booty call to arrive, I heard someone coming up the stairs and was at first excited, and then realised it was a fucking cat. A cat who insisted on entering my apartment and loving all over me. I hadn't seen the cat since, and this was over a month ago.
Breaking news: the cat is now in my bathtub. What the shit is up with these things?
So anyway, I come home from a somewhat abyssmal night of dancing at Buddies, and I passed this cat on the way upstairs. After I got into my apartment, I heard a meowing at the door. When I opened it, the thing came right inside and started making itself at home.
It's under the bed now. It's everywhere! I had hitherto suspected that the cat belonged to a neighbour, but now I believe it to be the physical embodiment of my sexual frustration. Why won't this pussy leave me alone?
Truth be told, I don't mind the attention. All the cuddling I can expect to get tonight is coming straight from this mysterious feline.
I type this while sitting on my floor, somewhat drunk at quarter to three in the morning. I'm hanging out with a cat. The cat is not mine. I don't actually know who this cat is. I've met it before. Once, while sitting on my deck waiting for a booty call to arrive, I heard someone coming up the stairs and was at first excited, and then realised it was a fucking cat. A cat who insisted on entering my apartment and loving all over me. I hadn't seen the cat since, and this was over a month ago.
Breaking news: the cat is now in my bathtub. What the shit is up with these things?
So anyway, I come home from a somewhat abyssmal night of dancing at Buddies, and I passed this cat on the way upstairs. After I got into my apartment, I heard a meowing at the door. When I opened it, the thing came right inside and started making itself at home.
It's under the bed now. It's everywhere! I had hitherto suspected that the cat belonged to a neighbour, but now I believe it to be the physical embodiment of my sexual frustration. Why won't this pussy leave me alone?
Truth be told, I don't mind the attention. All the cuddling I can expect to get tonight is coming straight from this mysterious feline.