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It's good to have connections sometimes, I guess. Heather's parents' friends Kit and Lang own a condo in Oceanside which they rarely use, and when they heard we were making our way to the west coast, they were more than happy to let us take it over. After an exciting day of driving and eating Japanese food and listening to trance music (YAWN - ( Read more... )

One of the saddest realizations I've come to recently is that, while I would never have gotten as involved with David as I have, had I not known for certain that the relationship came with an intractable expiration date, the fact remains that I am much more involved with him than I thought I would be. And I am leaving in three weeks, and neither ( Read more... )

Ever since that disturbing firing-squad meeting with my uber-boss, I've had a bad taste in my mouth. It's the thick, cottony sensation that no matter where I turn now, no matter what I do, I will end up dissatisfied ( Read more... )

Friday - Leave from a weird day at work to go to the Slide, a bar in Chelsea, with beautiful Matt (an act which caused me to unintentionally reject orphicget; sorry Jean!). Manage to remain sober enough to have an actual conversation with Matt's boyfriend; come to the realization that while he may be more physically attractive, I think I have a better ( Read more... )

Another day, another blow job.

I finally had my long-awaited second (or third?) date with Jeff. At some point in my development I probably would have had issues with quasi-seeing three men at once, but for me right now it makes perfect sense. I hang out with (redacted); I make out with Patrick; and I share a deep, intellectual bond with Jeff. I guess ideally I could find one ( Read more... )

It has come to my attention recently that a large number of gay men are, in fact, socially retarded. A theory was put forward to explain this, claiming that as homosexuals are the only minority which is almost universally raised by parents belonging to the dominant majority, there is a very short span of time during which we can develop as ( Read more... )

I have been sleeping on an air mattress for four months now; in pursuit of a Zen lifestyle, my bedroom contains only said air mattress, two suitcases, a dozen or so sheets of poetry, eight origami birds, five origami butterflies, and two origami nuns flanking a picture of the Pope. To be fair, it is a really nice air mattress, as air mattresses go ( Read more... )

Beyond the window where we do the shocking the Hudson uncoils ( Read more... )