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Sometimes, and they are rare, it's just so incredibly annoying being a flaming homosexual like myself. I mean take this course for example, intense as it is, I'm enjoying it and everyone in the class is really nice. Well almost everyone. Let me take you back, right to the very beginning of the semester when I first met my class. It was in the Pharmacology building/shed and was a very informal affair meant to familarise us with the department and the class in general. One of the first things that I noticed as we all started to arrive was that the class was all girls except me. I actually remember thinking how great it would be just having an all girls class (yes....I'm including myself in that) as there wouldn't be any annoying cutey boy distraction or awkward...."Yes I am a fag and no I wasn't looking at your cock" moments. Great I can concentrate on my studies and get a fabulous result, a dream job and earn oodles of money to afford to get myself an impossible good-looking man and life would be complete.
But we all know that life doesn't work like that now does it. Life enjoys a good old kick in the knackers every now and then. That's when Killian came along. He's the other guy in the class and as I might have alluded to earlier posts is fucking GORGEOUS. Completely straight which only adds more to his desirability, he's the type of guy who a naive, young, innocent gay boy could fall deeply in love with. Sporty, confident, popular, funny (sort of) and with a certain country farmhand appeal. Luckily for me though, the hard lessons of life have crushed any sense of delusion towards the matter of silly crushes on boys but I occasional am open to the odd pang every now and then. Damn his rough good looks and big muscly body messing with my hormones. Is hoping that he fails the Christmas exams, flunks the course and has to drop out a little too much? I guess it is a bit. I mean if I start developing a crush on him, it'd be all downhill from there. I've already done the college crush thing on a boy in Maynooth and the poor thing suffered terribly for it. I was a complete and utter cow to him and anything nice done on his behalf was in the half hearted hope that I'd get into his pants. No person should have to suffer that now in fairness.
But we all know that life doesn't work like that now does it. Life enjoys a good old kick in the knackers every now and then. That's when Killian came along. He's the other guy in the class and as I might have alluded to earlier posts is fucking GORGEOUS. Completely straight which only adds more to his desirability, he's the type of guy who a naive, young, innocent gay boy could fall deeply in love with. Sporty, confident, popular, funny (sort of) and with a certain country farmhand appeal. Luckily for me though, the hard lessons of life have crushed any sense of delusion towards the matter of silly crushes on boys but I occasional am open to the odd pang every now and then. Damn his rough good looks and big muscly body messing with my hormones. Is hoping that he fails the Christmas exams, flunks the course and has to drop out a little too much? I guess it is a bit. I mean if I start developing a crush on him, it'd be all downhill from there. I've already done the college crush thing on a boy in Maynooth and the poor thing suffered terribly for it. I was a complete and utter cow to him and anything nice done on his behalf was in the half hearted hope that I'd get into his pants. No person should have to suffer that now in fairness.