( Someone collapsed in the aisle during our flight to Vegas )

I was a late bloomer with regards to a lot of things in life. Eccentricity and a narcissistic need to position myself as the perpetual outsider factored heavily into them all, but there were more legitimate reasons for each procrastination. With sex, it was my obsession with unattainable straight boys, which may or may not have simply been ( Read more... )

I was in a queer mood last night ( Read more... )

I have never been much for jewelry on men. For whatever reason, it is a greater violation of my internalized concept of masculinity than sucking cock. Maybe this is eccentric of me. Or maybe I am really butch when I give head. Regardless, I am not a fan of the bling-bling.

Smoky Quartz - Combats depression and fear. Protects against radiation ( Read more... )

When I think about it, I can recall two people that fundamentally shaped my ability to trust others. The first of these was a charismatic college roommate who utilized innuendo, gossip, and personal history to turn my entire freshman dorm against me. I suddenly found myself shunned by those with whom I thought I had developed awkward new ( Read more... )

Doubtless inspired by last night's episode of Six Feet Under, I found myself in art class. The teacher was asking us to make posters on the first day, but the process was characterized by a mass of seemingly contradictory and confusing instructions. Her desires were largely expressed as a combination of prohibitions without any clue as to what ( Read more... )

I ostensibly left the house to purchase a bicycle and a bed. Instead, I ended up with a CRKT Point Guard tactical folding knife. I was absentmindedly using my thumb to flip it open and shut while driving through Vienna (I had, of course, made a wrong turn on the way home) when I had my first flashback of S. since the month that we broke up. I am ( Read more... )

My ex included me on whatever mass-mailing list he utilized to update others with his new email address. It seemed a tad unnecessary to me, since our last email communication took the form of an odd note he sent nigh unto six months ago. He is a character, that one. I cannot help but wonder how much misinformation he receives about me by way of ( Read more... )

I flirted with heterosexuality a lot in my past. In high school, there was this one girl, Shelley, who I thought was the most beautiful creature ever. She was the apotheosis of racial mixing (as far as I know, lacking only Asian lineage). Linda Carter's smile on café au lait skin, she resembled an artist's exploration of the color brown, every ( Read more... )

A. called me this evening to apologize for wussing out with regards to my plan. He wins the award for maturity, which I would have lost by a landslide had I gone ahead and sent him the email I was preparing for him and V. We had more than an hour-long discussion of S., V., friendship, relationships, et cetera. It was nice. Occasionally, I see a ( Read more... )