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missed connection post

I posted this on CL today for the heck of it. I think it turned out quite nicely.

This isn't so much a missed connection as it is a 'probably never will have the connection'. There are two fine young men who work under the same roof, and I would like to lament the fact that neither of them appear to play on this side of the street.

The first is the broad-jawed, scruffy-faced, v-neck wearing, apron and engineer-hat sporting, hairy-chested, thick-armed "Employee of the Apocalypse" who works at the Easy Chair. Lawd-A-Mercy this man grinds my beans. What I wouldn't give to put my lips on that java-scented neck of his and whisper sweet nothings in his ear that would make his heart beat so fast you would think he was high on espresso. I can't even go in the store when he's working. I just catch fleeting glimpses as I pass by the window. I'm too afraid to go in there and order something made by those meaty, coffee-stained hands. I might say something wrong... like "Hello, I'd like to order an [urk] Gawd you're hawt..."

Mr. Easy Chair Barista, Not-So-Easy To Get But Oh-So-Easy On My Eyes: you had me at "Whirrrrr, Blend, Grind, Pour." I'd love to have a taste of you, if you're offering samples.

The second piece of magnificence under said roof is the dirty blond, crew-cut, chiseled body, piercing eyed, demi-god wonder that works behind the desk at the gym. This beauty of a man broke my heart when he locked those full lips with a blond bearing distinctly female anatomy. I'm sure, like most men at the gym, he appreciates the awe-struck gaze of lesser mortals, particularly the beta male, but he has never stooped low enough to engage a fellow man in sporting, romping, bedroom calisthenics. I have had to catch my self several times while running on the treadmill when this Apollo breezes by and nearly knocks me off my feet, breathless.

Mr. Gym Front Desk Employee, you astound me with your flawless perfection and glances of sheer dominance. If you happen to notice a lesser man stumbling on the treadmill or dropping surprisingly light weights while staring at your physique, chances are you have found me. Do both of us a favor and just keep walking... I hate to see you go, but oh, how I love to watch you leave.

post i've been working on since May

in lieu of the longer post i'm working on, here's my angst-y post for today.

why do we, as humans, pursue the thing that is worst for us? why do we run from the things that are simple, pat answers? we desire complexity and drama and tumult. it doesn't make sense. the kinder virtues are frowned upon, and the ability to lie, deceive, and get ahead in life by any means possible is lauded. i am frustrated by this turn-everything-on-its-head approach to life.

of course, i'm guilty of it too. i go after the guys who are impossible (the ones who really can't stand me, the ones i creep out, the ones who are straight, the ones who make it clear they're ignoring me or are not interested in me) and shun the ones who adore me (DD, Jay, the stalker FF). i even do it to girls. there are several (large) females who would love to date/marry me. i won't have it. not for a second. i can take my boys large; i need some meat on a girl, but not the fat. i say that i want to be in love, i want a relationship, i want someone nice and sweet and kind; i have found that no, i don't. i want sex. i want someone who needs me for little more than my body. i don't want them sweet or nice, either, at least not all the time. i want things to get dirty, nasty, kinky. i want someone who will kiss me, sure. but i also want someone to pull my hair, spit in my face, call me all kinds of ugly names and use words like "fuck" "whore" "slut" "bitch", and can take it when i do the same back to them. nothing turns me on more than someone who can go from zero to fuck in nothing flat.

through my relationship with jay, i discovered a lot about myself. i value things that i didn't think i did, or that i thought i shouldn't. i liked him because he was sweet, and kind, and romantic, and funny, yes. but i also liked him because he was good looking, and had a decent cock, and, in the beginning, a desire to pump my ass multiple times a week. once that was gone, though, i had little interest in him.

for some reason, DD is now appealing to me. sure, he's not that attractive, but he's got a thick cock and a filthy mind. i sent him a photo text of my ass the day after i broke up with jay (that's in the long post) and said "guess who's single?" he immediately called and wanted to know when i was coming down so he could "fuck your mouth, rape your ass, and coat the back of your throat with my cum." i, of course, jerked off on the phone while he was talking to me (like i have every time he's called for the past 3 years). i don't actually know when i'm going to see him, but i hope it's soon.

a part of me feels terrible writing these things, but it's honesty. do i still value true friendships, loving people, kindness? sure. i couldn't make it without JW and PB (although i honestly would love to sex both of them up). i want friends, yes. i want to date again, yes. but i also want some guys to just get down and dirty with. is that too much to ask?

posted by another gay blogger

Gay /Bi Indicator List
Sensitive x
Artistic Boy x
Sentimental/Romantic x
Good Dancer x (sometimes)
Witty x
Restless
Outsider
Perfectionist
Not Athletic x
Dreamer x
Intellectual x
Self-Conscious x

Straight Indicator List
Tough
Fix-it guy
Straight forward x
Good Drinker x (usually!)
Clownish
Energetic x
Center of Attention x
Carefree x
Jock
Realist
Physical x
Self-Confident x

shortcuts

since i have 4 drafts of posts to publish, and none of which i actually want to, i'll shorthand it:

-jay and i broke up. it was my choice, and it was on good terms. not easy, but good.

-we still talk. i'm not sure how i feel about it. i am doing the best i can.

-i'm supposed to go see him in june. uneasy about it.

-made my move on PB. got turned down. that is a story that needs to be told, maybe tonight. i am still madly in love with him.

-made my move on the DJ. got turned down.

-had sex with one of the guys i didn't have sex with last year. nothing too exciting, just a good hook-up. will do it again.

-making new friends and being pulled into new social circles. loving it. got a new "gay papa" in the third year class. glad to replace KF!

-still meeting the trainer 2x a week. still having a hard time getting under 14% body fat. still don't care. still bulking up a little each week. still haven't run since the trip to the east coast (another post that needs to be caught up on).

-moving in with PB sometime between NOW and june. so freaking excited, i can't even begin to express it.

-JW and PB and HH have all been over in the past few weeks playing Halo with me. i love those three boys so much. JW was pretty excited to hear i broke up with Jay. he told me he did not like him from day 1. i took comfort in that. anyway, it's just nice to have 3 handsome, very close friends like that right now.

-been having a lot of thoughts about myself lately (i know, entirely too egocentric) and how i have shifted my emphasis from finding someone to love, to finding a good lay. i realize now that it's because i really hadn't experienced either before, but if could find BOTH in the same person, i think i'd be set.

-i also have been thinking of how i want things i can't have or that aren't good for me more fiercely than the things i don't have to fight for or that are right there in front of me. this is particularly true and frustrating in the field of who i like as far as guys go. this thought alone deserves its own post.

that's all i feel like writing for now. hopefully i'll have some good news and happiness to post next time. in the meantime, enjoy the first summer song of 2010, Katy Perry's newest:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CTVJTt-Gfx8

Two more weeks of school!!!!

Music

A break from my mundane ramblings and complaining.

First, the song that is lifting me up right now:

And second, further proof that Lady Gaga is a marketing genius. She fucking knows her audience well, eh?

Note: I always choose the smallest size when selecting which video frame to embed. If you want to see it full-sized, watch it on youtube. Totally worth it.

quickie

i have a test in a few hours, but i figured since i finished studying i can update a little...

-i have a pilonidal cyst, on top of the low white blood cell count and low vitamin D, GERD, and who knows what else. i know i have 2 plantar's warts on my feet, and i'm supposed to get scoped for barrett's esophagus before too long... but this cyst thing is starting to really hurt. i am really stressing about it because i may need surgery for it, which means 2 things: no running, and scars. normally, i wouldn't care about scars, but it's on my tailbone, and for a gay man, scars on the ass are not conducive to attractiveness. i mean, a nice ass is like currency in the gay world. i'm nervous about getting it cut out. maybe it's still early enough to get it lanced...

-i talked about the 'no pants' party last post. the afternoon of the party, i had just left the gym and was worried about if i should go, if i should tell jay, what i should wear, etc. just then, PB texted me and wanted to know if i wanted to do dinner. heck yes i did. it was a breath of relief for me, really, not having to make the choice of whether or not to go to the party. i've hung out with PB twice since then, playing video games. that night, though, was fun. we were together from 6 pm until 4 am. he got drunk around midnight, maybe a little after, and things got fun. he was wildly inappropriate and sexually ambiguous, and i loved it. his one roommate V (the one graduating) went to bed early, so the other roommate A (who will be there next year) and his ex hung out with PB and i, played some water pong (while drinking, weird), and in general were drunk, loud, and lewd. it was awesome.

-i've been running a lot lately. my shins are in so much pain. i'm getting faster, but my energy level is still not where i want it to be, nor is my midsection. i've lost about 5 pounds in the last 3 weeks, so we're on a '1.5 lb/week' loss rate. i hope it continues... my legs and arms are starting to look good, especially my calves.

-on the one hand, i love babies. on the other hand, i hate pregnant yuppies. i have a lot of pregnant friends from undergrad (since most of them married right out of the gate and started pushing the little suckers out), and they keep posting stupid things like, "omg ultrasound showed a BABY!!!" and i just want to be like, no shit, you had sex to MAKE the little fucker, you've known you were preggers for a solid month or three, and you went to the doc to take a look at it. it's doing exactly what it's genetically programmed to do: grow inside your uterus. i guess it just irks me that they treat it like a miracle every single time it happens because it's happening to THEM for the first time. i'm sure i'll be doing the exact same thing if i ever have a kid... the one girl is in the hospital right now posting how many centimeters she's dilated... not what facebook was made for, folks.

ok, that's all for now, i have a lot more ground to cover, but the interesting stuff will take a lot longer to write, and i've got to sleep. (although jay isn't off work yet, so i'm probably going to just barely doze off before he calls... it never fails.) more tomorrow, hopefully.

"and you thought i was happy..."

once again, HUGE HUGE HUGE test tomorrow... once again, torn up emotionally and unable to study. i have talked to both the lesbian and JW tonight, and i can't get it out of my head. JW said it best: "anyone else would have dumped Jay a long time ago."

it's killing me. JW told me he has only seen me happy once since Jay and i started dating, and it was right when i came back from NOLA the first time. i know he's right. i am in this relationship because of what I do for HIM. i am being drained dry, and i do nothing to stop it. he says i'm incredible, the best boyfriend he has ever had, and thousands of other things that make me sound like an angel. when it comes down to it, though, the meat and potatoes of the relationship, we're bankrupt. he thinks we're married; i'm not even sure i want to date him anymore. he's blissfully happy; i'm miserable as hell.

JW and L tell me i need to talk to him, get things worked out. i don't want to, either because i'm afraid it will end it... or because it won't.

there is a lot i want to write about, but once again, BULLET POINTS!

-i don't remember mentioning this: on my last trip to see Jay, i was accompanied on the plane from one city to the next by a dear sweet lady in our class. she's about to hit her 40's, i think, but still looks 28. she's a devout Christian, and very emotional, but sweet as can be. i have always enjoyed her presence, and this was no different. she started to talk to me about Jay, and asked how i felt about being gay and being a Christian at the same time. i told her i still wasn't sure about everything... and then she told me her story. she was a flower child, a free spirit of the 80's, and had lived the drugs/sex/rock and roll lifestyle in her 20's. she had been married to a woman in amsterdam, and lived the lesbian lifestyle for years. it was her faith that made her change her mind and direction in life, and she said it's still hard, almost 20 years later, to be a single woman and have feelings for other women that she feels she morally can't act on. tears flowed from her eyes as she realized i knew the loneliness that comes from living that life, and i told her i had grown TIRED of it. i wanted the affection, the love, the relationship. i was tired of women turning me down - me, the guy most girls say they hope their husband will be like, the guy mothers wish their daughters would date and marry. turned down flat. she had the same experience with men, and is so incredibly lonely. she told me she feels she wasted the 'beautiful' years of her life ("i was hot!" she told me) on women when she should have used her looks and charm to catch a man. i felt horrible for her, and wondered if i would ever feel that way. on the other hand, guys can be terrible people, and with divorce rates what they are, she might have been just as alone and miserable. no telling.

-L has introduced me to several of her gay friends who are couples. the first two i met at a birthday party for the one; the second two i met this week. the blonde, JG, is a third year, and the black-haired, dark-skinned one is his lebonese-american boyfriend, GC. we went for a hike the other day, and talked non-stop the whole time. it was so, so nice to finally get to talk to some level-headed, non-fem, in-a-serious-functioning-relationship gays. in short, they are dying for the DJ to come out, they aren't too fond of Jay, and they think PB, MPD, and JW all want me. and also, they're jealous of my interactions with SW and SN (the spartans). i found it funny that they thought JW wants me, because HE'S always telling me that PB wants me. it made sense to them, though, because he doesn't like Jay and he is my sounding board for all things gay and related to my relationship with Jay. i'm pretty sure they're wrong, but i do feel i make strong emotional connections to straight guys and allow them to toy with the possibility of 'something' more.

-last week was LGBT awareness week here, and L took me to a 'lecture' of sorts given by a gay i met when i went to the movie with her gay friends a few weeks/months ago and a priest who works for the school and is WHOA gay. (really really really gay.) it was about faith and queers, and basically i hated it. i really cannot identify with the religious LGBT community, nor can i reconcile their treatment of the scriptures with any kind of applicable faith. say all you want, but i don't think you should have to dig a super decoder ring out of your cereal box to understand the scriptures in a way that fits the gay agenda, nor do i agree with 'queering' the Bible and finding 'your' truth in it. do we all do that? of course! we all find the truth we want, regardless of creed or religion. but i still think it's wrong for a people group (gays) to take a religious document and bend it to their agenda, make it say things it never has, or simply dismiss it as 'stories' like Aesop's fables from which we can glean general truths and good life lessons, but which we shouldn't really take as historical fact or a guideline for our morals and lives. sorry, that's not how i see it. (theoretically.)

-so the 'God hates fags' people aka westboro baptist church is coming to town this weekend. i am excited to say that my church has at least PROPOSED to go out and do something. they are saying they want to raise funds for the people that WBC will be protesting. on the other side, my gay friends in town are amassing their forces to counter-protest. i am a little torn as to which side i want to help, but i think i will end up helping my church. seems more practical. more on this after this weekend!

-2 things about gay men: first, they don't REALLY want equality and rights like everyone else because then they won't be a huge issue, and that just isn't their nature. they have to be drama, the center of attention. if equality ever happened, it would be the death of the loud-mouthed gay culture. (yay?) second, gay men are fascinating and unique because lesbians are basically just women who got tired of men, or aren't inhibited anymore. most women are a drunk sleep-over away from a lesbian experience. men? our identity is so wrapped up in our sexuality. we can't be seen as 'girly' by having legitimate feelings and attraction towards another man. women, of course, can comment on how hot a guy OR girl is and no one bats an eye. she isn't a dyke or a tom just because she notices how sexy another girl is. but you hear a dude say 'whoa, look at the ass on him!' and instantly everyone is like, wow, what a fag... gay men are a fascinating study because it takes so much more for a guy to be homosexual and admit he's attracted to other men. i was at a coffee shop with a straight buddy of mine this week, and he opened up a little to me about his feelings about the designations of 'gay', 'straight', and 'bi'. i totally agreed when he said it's a gray area, that most people have a little 'gay' mixed in their straight. he admitted that he's not 100% straight, and has no qualms about pointing out a hot man. (at this point he had never been hotter to me...) it's rare to hear a guy say that.

-MPD's girl has apparently moved here. she quit her job and is more than likely living with him now. i haven't seen or heard from him since this happened, so i assume i'll find out more when the fallout hits. i had a final talk with him before she moved here, and i told him, "you and i are getting to the point where we need to evaluate just what we are giving up to not be alone." both of us are very affectionate, loving, passionate people. both of us are in relationships that more than likely are going to bite us in the ass. his response was basically 'i'm tired of being alone, and she's there for me.'

i've had several song lyrics running through my head about this:
'guess i'd rather hurt than feel nothing at all' - need you now, lady antebellum
'i don't want to walk this earth if i gotta do it solo' - solo, iyaz
'don't care about all the pain in front of me, i'm just trying to be happy' - happy, leona lewis

i feel like we're both THERE right now. it's too painful to go it alone, so we'd rather endure the pain of a sucky relationship instead. i'm at my breaking point, though. i told JW about Jay forcefully kicking me off of him, the blinding rage that came after, and how he hits my dick when he sees i have a hard-on just from seeing him naked. it's not right, and i can't stand it anymore. JW told me what i already know: i have to TELL HIM when i don't like something RIGHT THEN, right when it's happening.

-ok, so it's going to be late, and i'm going to flunk tomorrow, but i don't care at this point. maybe then i will have to remediate and skip seeing Jay next week... ugh, i hate thinking like that...

half full or half empty, it's still not enough

tonight i have so many thoughts to sort thru. jay went home tonight, and i felt a huge rush of relief seeing him leave... followed shortly thereafter with pangs of missing him. i am torn yet again between wanting him and wanting to punch his lights out.

this is what happened this week:

due to the fact that i was @ a funeral a few weeks ago, i had to switch one of my friday clinicals with another student for this friday, the only one i had open. additionally, MPD was having surgery on thursday. therefore, jay had to come here instead of me going to see him in NOLA. the problem with that is he never does well with flying/travel. that meant no sex on the first day, of course, and sleeping in late the next day. friday he fell asleep while filling the tub, and it flooded the bathroom and part of my room and the living room. i was out doing my clinicals and got a call from him and the leasing office in the space of 2 minutes, him panicking, them wondering why the downstairs bathroom was flooding. i thought it was funny. friday ended with no sex either.

however.

we went out on wednesday (st. patty's, obvi) with some kids, and had a good time. thursday we stayed in and watched a movie. friday afternoon i went to give him a bj (up until the point all that had happened was i gave him an hj in the car on the way home from the airport, and he laughed at me, although he got hard, and he let me START giving him a bj on thursday... but that was it). he REFUSED it, and pushed me away, and wouldn't let me near his dick. i was PISSED. it was day 3 and he STILL had shown no interest in sex whatsoever. later, i went out to get some wine for him to cook a sauce with, and ran into the same guy (JGW) from the previous post, along with MS from the church episode. JGW invited me over to his place for a party, and i so bad wanted to go... but i just held up the wine and shrugged. he remembered that i had told him about jay being here and being jealous, and he just nodded. (he also invited me to a party on FB that i may go to... looks like fun! big birthday bash, dance, pantless, gay party...) while i was in the store, though, a thought struck me: if it ain't broke, don't fix it. well, our sex life was sure as hell BROKE, and nothing was fixing it. however, if i wanted to get it to the point where i didn't HAVE to fix it, i would have to change my expectations for sex. so, that night, after a lovely date (he cooked tuna steaks and we watched 'legend' and then had an AMAZING make-out session), i sat back on his pelvis and said, "baby, let's take sex off the table." he was surprised, but i explained my rationale to him. if there were no expectations, there would be no disappointment, no pressure, no frustration. he wasn't sure he liked the idea, but he was floored that i had offered him that. we went out at midnight and met some friends for some drinks, and just had a good time.

the next morning, i woke up, he woke up, we started making out, i go on top of him, started grinding heavily on his dick... and he looked up at me and said, "the lube's in the bathroom." within minutes, i got good and laid, one of the best fucks i've had thus far. (the bad part: nothing has gone in my ass for 5 weeks, and he simply lubed and entered. that is PAINFUL to re-introduce with no warm-up, but i took it like a man and didn't beg him to take it out. i figured he might go limp if i didn't let him leave it in... and besides, i like a little pain while i'm getting pounded!) i came shortly after he pulled out, and had to jerk off again later that day without him knowing. (come on, i was carrying around a 4 day load!) it worked like a charm, though: as soon as i let him know we didn't HAVE to make love/have sex/fuck, he was hard and ready to go. i think one part of his brain also realized that if i wasn't going to get it from him, eventually, i would get it from someone.

that night we had the screen door open, the lights out, stripped naked, full-sized mattress on the living room floor (that's where we camped out the while time, it was convenient, and he could play on the 360 without leaving bed), and watched another '70's film. it felt entirely bohemian and fun. i think all guys should try it with their guy friends: getting naked, turning on a good film, opening the windows and just enjoying being dudes together.

we watched 4 films: 'the prime of ms. brodie' 'haunted honeymoon' 'legend' and 'illuminata', the last of which was a beautiful piece of art. it was another one of those films that he picked out knowing i would LOVE. it was also another film that, as i watched, i knew had some significance to him. he draws from films a lot in his life - he'll text me romantic quotes from movies, or he'll tell me that such and such a character in his book is based off this person in this film or this plot device he used here... he sent me the 'imperfect love' quote from 'illuminata' which, watching the film, i found overworked on his part, but still... nice.

in spite of the better moments of this trip, i still had twitches in my eyelids from the stress of dealing with him by the time i dropped him off at the airport. i feel cheated, robbed, in a way, of a better experience because of how he has been. it's not JUST the sex, it's the little attitude he gets, the bossy, controlling mindset he falls into, the 'i know best' air he puts on. perhaps he does, perhaps he doesn't, all i know is that he's steadily working himself back into singlehood. today marks 20 weeks for us. he says this is one of the longest relationships he's ever had, and no relationship has lasted more than 6 months. we've hit 4 months. i am tempted to make it until may, but another part of me wants a break. i think we make excellent friends, great cuddle/make-out buddies, and occasional lovers... but this is not what i want in a boyfriend. he calls me husband. are we at that point this soon, where he feels like he owns me, can control me, manipulate me, and withhold sexual intimacy from me?

i think not.

unfortunately, i have been sorely tempted to start turning to other means of sexual gratification. while i do appreciate the relationship and the bond/connection that comes with it, it feels empty and meaningless in light of how things have been going. i am torn between the meaningless, hollow relationship i have with him and the terrible reasons i am staying, and the meaningless, hollow satisfaction of a quick fuck, a one-night-stand, a passionate roll between the sheets. neither sound terribly satisfying to me, yet i desperately want both. i want the love and desire of my man, my boyfriend, but i want the wild passion, the physical aggression, the pulse and rush of blood and testosterone and spit and cum, the pain and ecstasy of an energetic, full-penetration fuck.

apparently i am doomed to enjoy either one or the other, but not both, or perhaps, in the end, neither.

Living in Sin is the New Thing

I never remember my dreams. I never HAVE dreams, to my knowledge. But lately, I've been having vivid, intense, real dreams that I remember after I wake up. Some that stand out are two involving me having to invade a house where guys are holding friends/loved ones hostage (two separate dreams, same plot), and three sex dreams (which I NEVER have) involving 1) a big handsome guy, 2) a good friend from undergrad, and 3) a foursome with none other than JW, SW, and SN. (Hot? You bet your ass. Disturbing? You're damn straight.) I am not sure what this means. My sleep schedule has been off - I may have caught up last night with about 12 hours of solid sleep. The sex dreams are particularly interesting, since I never have those, and suddenly they popped up right when I was in NOLA. I don't want to think about it, but it probably means I'm sexually frustrated. I'm not sure what the hostage-situation, violent dreams mean. I know I killed a few guys in the one dream, and had intentions to in the other. I am usually the one running for his life in my dreams, about to be killed, not the one doing the killing. It seems odd that I have somehow got a better grip on my subconscious, like I'm in control now, and my dreams make more sense, and are on topics that interest me: sex and action. :)

I talked to my 'gay mentor' from Texas yesterday. He really doesn't like Jay. I take everything he says with a grain of salt. He's not my type of gay, really, but he has a mature, older, experienced perspective on things. He just didn't like my description of Jay, our sex life (like everyone else, he's kind of surprised to learn that I'm not the top, and Jason is not the bottom), and especially the financial situation. I feel like I'm between a rock and a hard place with this one, though: I'm not seeing Jay and I together in the long run at this point, but if I break it off, he's going to fall to pieces. Besides, I could certainly provide for him if he continues with his career of no directions. I wouldn't mind, I do love him deeply. He comes to visit Wednesday. I think this trip will really determine a lot of what happens in the future.

I ran into one of my first 'hook-ups', the one who actually cared. It wasn't awkward like I thought it was going to be, I was actually happy to see him. I apologized for treating him like crap, and he kind of understood, although he really wasn't hurt by our encounters and how I treated him after. He's dating someone now too. I am going to try to have lunch and talk to him sometime soon. We'll see how that goes.

I've been morbidly attracted to MPD lately. We spend a fair amount of time together, and I truly care for him. I'm getting better at controlling my feelings and their physical manifestations, thankfully, so seeing him half-naked the other day didn't affect me the same way. He is going through so much right now, and he went to take his mom to the ER last night because of chest pain. I am planning on taking care of him when he gets back... which will be complicated by the fact that Jay will be in town, and MPD's ex/friend from across the country will be here, as will his mom, for his lymph node biopsy/surgery. I told Jay about his surgery already, though, so he knows a little what to expect.

So lemme tell you about the other night... EPIC. Started with my workout (pushed myself pretty hard, was proud of it) then went to MPD's for a shower. We then went out and met some other 2nd years for a drink and some dinner at the bar. MPD was done after two beers, so I took him home. It was nice, though, JW was there, I hadn't seen him in three days, so I was hugging on him and just enjoying being around him and MPD. After I dropped MPD off at home, I texted JW to let me know what else was going down, since it was still early and I wasn't tired. What ended up happening was 5 guys went and crashed an all-girl, PJ, slumber party. We (well, JW) lit a bag of dog shit on fire on the porch, after which we threw pebbles at the windows, after which the girls chased us down and gave us cookies. Oh, and one of the guys ran into the house in just his boxers. Classic awesomeness. We went back to JW's and some of the guys smoked cigars and we had a good talk and laugh... JW was so laid back and fun that night, and I just kept looking at him thinking, God, what a handsome guy, and such a good friend. He informed me he was leaving the next day (Saturday) and not coming back until next Sunday... I was very saddened by this and didn't want to say goodbye.

So THEN I went home and started texting PB. At one point, I said "get back here, dammit, i effing miss you!" (He's been on spring break all week.) To which he replied, "surprise, just got home, come over if you want to hang." I was out the door in five minutes, and stayed up until 4 AM with him watching movies and laughing. It felt like old times: we lay on the couch together, heads at opposite ends, legs intertwined. I made him sit between my legs at one point for a back rub, and then we went to sleep on separate couches. I went out in the morning, got my body fat checked with my trainer (14.8%, not bad, slowing decreasing!), and then bought supplies for huevos rancheros at the grocery store before returning to PB's and cooking him breakfast. Afterward, we got back on the couch under a blanket and watched another movie, his arms around my feet, my elbow hooked over his ankles. Just the sheer physical closeness of him was healing, soothing, and I could have cried I was so happy. I didn't get a boner once, didn't feel anything but love for him. No bitterness for things that can't be, just joy in having him back in my life and being able to be close without things being awkward. (I was laughing as I thought to myself today that it would be funny if I went to the wives of the guys I've been in the bed with and asked them how it felt to know I had cuddled, spooned, or slept with their man long before they had in ways they probably do now. I'll bet that would go over well.)

That's about it for now. There are other little things, like meeting my lesbian friend's gay couple friends, going out to a movie with them, learning the handsome mysterious man I see out all the time is gay and goes to my church, going out again last night with the intern from the trip to Central America and thinking how fucking good looking he is and how nice he is to me, or the fact that I am not studying at all this weekend and am so far behind in board prep but I still am watching hulu TV seasons again, and now I have a netflix account, so I can watch movies on my computer, so I've been watching comedians, such as Lisa Lampanelli, Kathy Griffin, Margaret Cho, and Louis C.K. (who I now love).

But we won't mention those.

Another Grossly Long Post

I accidentally deleted my draft blog that was just basically a list of things I needed to talk about on the blog. I'm sure things will come screaming back to me at the most inopportune times. I remember most of the list, though, so let's get started, shall we...

-Mom's Facebook Message: In short, my mother sent me something my old Sunday School teacher (a guy - I was his only student for about 6 months, and I really enjoyed those one-on-one sessions) had posted in response to Elton John stating that Jesus was probably a highly-intelligent gay man. It doesn't matter really what the point of his response was, although it was a good response from the perspective of a conservative Christian man. The thing that bothered me was it was from my MOM, it was a private message, and it was about being gay. She knows. She acts like that was just a letter to encourage me or something I could use when talking to my gay friends here, but I know what she's doing. I told a friend of mine about it, and he said it was nothing probably... So I said, "If YOUR mother sent you a message about being gay and God loving you regardless, what the hell would you THINK she was trying to say?!?!" He got the point. She knows. How much she knows is another issue altogether.

-I mentioned my trainer in a previous post. There was a story from last week on the list that I don't remember, but there's one from this week too. After getting home on Sunday, I was exhausted from the crying. Monday I skipped my assigned routine (a run) because I barely left my pajamas all day and was very depressed. JW called me and told me to spend the day at his place and study, just so i would have someone to keep me company. Well, I made the mistake of telling my trainer on Tuesday (because he asked) that I had skipped it. He got MAD. "You can't skip workouts." I almost fired him on the spot. Who the FUCK does that?! I sat down and pumped out 30 reps because my blood was boiling. When I was a little calmer, I told him I skipped because I was depressed. He told me running might have helped my mood. MOOD?! Yeah, that's what I want: to cheer up and not be in a bad mood. She's DEAD. She won't ever NOT be dead. I'm not in a bad mood. I AM GRIEVING. I don't think my trainer understands the concepts of love, human affection, and desperately missing someone after they're gone. I still might fire him, the son-of-a-bitch.

-Ok, so here we go. Last Tuesday was a big day. First, SW stopped by to pick up his clothes that I've had since the formal. He stopped by as I was about to shave and shower, and I was in my boxers. It felt awkward, since he came over and hugged me. Rumors have been rampant lately about him being bi or gay, and I wasn't sure how I felt about him hugging my mostly-naked body. I talked to him shirtless for a while, and when he left he hugged me again. He told me he 'really would like' to see me come out for a big birthday bash at a bar downtown that night. I said I would try. This is where I play the part of PATHETIC. I mainly went because my stomach flip-flopped when he said he 'really would like' to see me. Hot, blond, masculine, muscular SW wanted to see me! I laugh at myself just thinking about this. At the bar, I discovered he was the only 3rd year, and I was the only 2nd year until about an hour later when several of my classmates came out. I tried to act like I was there for the birthday folks, and tried to not keep gravitating back to SW's side. It was hard. I hardly had anything to talk about with anyone.

Well, here's where the story get annoying. There is this GUY in the first year class who we shall refer to as The Model. This kid did some modeling, talks like a fag, always has his hair done perfect, wears immaculate clothing, obviously does SOMETHING with his skin because it's always shiny, had a male 'friend' drive 8 hours 'just to visit', and has an obsession with SW. SW has been hanging out with The Model and his hag in the last few months, and that apparently is where most of the rumors are coming from, since most everyone knows that the hag, NE, has a soft spot for the gays and hangs with The Model most of the time. Some of the rumors I've heard are that SW asked The Model to join him for a 3-some on the night of the formal, and that he told NE that he was bi.

The Model was out on Tuesday night, and orbited SW like a tall, thin, gay, closeted moon. (Oh yeah, The Model ADAMANTLY denies that he's gay.) It was kinda sad, and I realized I never, ever, ever want to be that guy, the one who worships a demigod because of their looks or charisma. I saw myself in The Model and felt so sad, so pathetic.

Around 11:30 I decided I needed to turn in. I started saying my good-byes, and SW gave me this look. He asked me how he was getting home, and I was like, what? He assumed I was going to be his DD like usual and let him crash at my place. I said, oh, OK, cool, I can do that. Because, hey, I'm a nice guy, and he is my friend, and come on, something could happen... (Again, pa-thet-ic.) Well, after watching him through numerous beers and dancing around, I suddenly can't find him around 1:30 AM. I text him to see if he's ready to go, and what does he say? THE MODEL DROVE HIM BACK TO HIS PLACE. "Pissed" does not even begin to describe my sentiment at the moment. I don't think I have to explain why, but I will:

Point The First: The only reason I stayed and didn't drink was because I was under the assumption that I was going to DD this asshole.

Point The Second: I have been WARNING SW that the reason people think he's gay is because of his association with The Model, and that I think The Model and NE are spreading these rumors about him. (Frankly, SW enjoys the attention, and also enjoys the male sexual attention he gets from gays because it lets him know he's hot.) He blatantly ignores my admonitions and blames the rumors on a girl in my class who could not care less about his sorry ass.

Point The Third: He could have at least texted me that he had a ride. He told me via text later that it was 'amazing' seeing me out that night.

SW has moved up the Black List significantly.

-So I drove home. I called Jay and vented for the 10 minute drive home. I was tired, frustrated, burnt out. He could tell I was not happy, and when I got home I parked the car and sat in it, just being miserable. Jay finally asked, "What's going on in your head? What's wrong? What are you thinking?" And finally, it all came out. Slowly, I told him that I never tell him what I see wrong with our relationship, that there are things I would rather see gone. I went through them one by one: the jealousy thing, especially with SS in NOLA and PB here, keeping the bedroom in the bedroom, and the fact that our sex life is dying out already. He was a little defensive, but for the most part was receptive and willing to listen and attempt a change. The sex life part was the hardest for us both: first, he told me I had hurt him when I said I was frustrated by the fact we only had sex once the second time he visited (he said it was 'emasculating') and second, he said I just want to jump straight to the fucking and skip the foreplay. Basically he was saying the reason he couldn't get hard was because I hadn't worked him up to it, I hadn't romanced him and engaged him enough in foreplay. I was struck by this. Before him, all I DID was foreplay. I never got to the penetration, the sex act, the fucking. I cuddled, I made out, I played, I sucked dick, and I usually played between 1-2 hours before either I or my bedfellow came. Then, when I finally let him pop my cherry, I loved it. I wanted it every day. I told JW about what Jay said, and he agreed that Jay is being like a girl. JW's gf has him do the whole foreplay romance thing because it's what gets her off too. JW summed up the problem nicely: "Sometimes you just want a good, old fashioned fuck." I had to agree. I mean, isn't that one of the benefits of dating a guy, doing away with all the girlie stuff in bed from time to time and getting down to business? Don't get me wrong, I still love foreplay and would medal in the cuddle Olympics. But seriously, if I'm with another dude, I'm expecting to have sex with a dude, not with a chick. It was a curve-ball for sure, and I'm still not sure how I feel. There have been times when I feel I do all the right things and foreplay the shit out that sex session, and he still isn't interested, so I don't really feel like taking the blame for the fact that we haven't bumped uglies more than a dozen times.

Now, again, I love Jay. I love the relationship. I love that I have an awesome emotional connection and bond with someone who cares for me and is fun to talk to and I find highly attractive. I HATE, however, that our sex life is on the rocks. I hate that I feel like I can't talk about how I feel about it without him being hurt, offended, or psychologically scarred. I want to say, "You know, when I decided to have gay sex, it's because I wanted to have sex with a man." If I say it, it'll be OVER.

Anyway, he agreed to try to be less vocal about our sex lives and quit trying to jerk/suck me off in public and show my dick to his friends, and he said he'd work on things in the bedroom. He also said he'd try to be less jealous (he put SS on the phone when he went to the bar one night and told me I should call him the other day when SS was sick, just to show me he wasn't jealous) and trust me a little more.

However, I don't know if he should.

-I am having INTENSE feelings for several other guys. I like JW, but he's the easiest to control my feelings for, since I really care about him and his GF, and also, he has herpes (not bad, they haven't flared up in years and he's off the medicine, but still, he has them), similar to the fact that SW has HPV. However, the DJ in the class has this foreign, quiet, self-deprecating allure that I find very attractive. That, in turn, is nothing compared to how I feel for PB. MPD got me to admit tonight that if PB told me he was gay, I'd leave Jay in a heartbeat, no question about it. Obviously this is NEVER going to happen, but it made me realize Jay has some right to be jealous. I'm not like most gays who sleep around willy-nilly, but lately I've been having doubts about having the ability to stay faithful to Jay. I love PB. There is a deep, masculine, borderline-gay bond between us. I've seen his dick and vice-versa. We've slept together. It's about as close as it could (and should) get without us being actual lovers.

And now there's the problem of MPD. Dear LORD tonight was hard. I brought food over to MPD's place to cook, and he talked incessantly about his problems with the girl, his self-image/esteem/worth, school, etc. We've been talking over the past week on several nights when I come over to his place after the gym (he lives less than a mile from the gym), and he's dating this girl who is going to RUIN him. I had a huge crush on him in the first place, but the fact that he's a) open and vulnerable, b) hurting, c) physically affectionate, d) hopelessly romantic and desperate for love, and e) drop-dead handsome make it nearly impossible for me to not kiss him (at least). Tonight we talked for a long time, and he talked about all his insecurities. He got around to how he feels about his body, and he took off his shirt. A little background: allegedly he hasn't taken his shirt off in front of anyone for nearly 2 years since he last dated. I doubt this is true, as he has to do it for lab, but he says he hates taking his shirt off in front of people. It was obviously a signal that he felt comfortable around me and trusted me. He showed me his tan (he went to the beds yesterday), the fact that he had shaved... I touched his stomach to feel how smooth he was, and he took my hand and put it on his chest and said, "Feel how hot it still is? I got a little burned at the beds." He took off his shirt to let me look at him and give him my honest opinion 'as a friend not a gay guy, don't make this awkward' about his looks and if he should be worried that his GF will not find him attractive when he takes his shirt off. I had a hard time telling him, but I finally was able to get out that he has NOTHING to worry about, and he is very handsome.

A few minutes later, the shakes started.

I got the shakes a few other times: when I messed around with my roommate in college, when I made out with the guy in MX, and when I messed around with one of the first guys here in town. My body and mind are fighting, and I freak out about what could happen. It was guilt and excitement with the first two, excitement with the third, and now it was guilt again. I wanted to run my hands all over his skin, kiss him... It hurt so bad, and I was terrified of actualy doing it. The guilt came from thinking of Jay - 900 miles away, emotionally fickle, sexually struggling, somewhat round, occasionally obnoxious Jay. (This is what my mind went through in an attempt to rationalize why it was ok that I was having overpowering feelings for another man.)

After having MPD get all worried, I finally told him my opinion as a gay man: he was very, very attractive to me not only because he was handsome and has big muscles, but I find his personality very attractive as well, and have not found many young men with the combination of good looks and caring heart like he has, and he is right up there with the most attractive men I've ever met. He made it clear to me that he definitely does not want that to change our friendship, which I agreed it shouldn't, but I felt bad. Here he had trusted me enough to strip off his shirt and expose the body he already feels poorly about, and I made it into something about me by freaking out and telling him I'm hot for his body. Nice.

-All in all, things are looking weird. Jay comes in two weeks. If things aren't improving by then, I'm going to vote for a step back from the relationship. I am undoubtedly one of the happiest gay men to ever live. I am in a stable, somewhat mature relationship, I like my man, I find him attractive, and when we do fuck, I am completely and totally sexually satisfied. I feel selfish saying it's not what I need or that it's not enough... But I don't know if it's going to be a relationship that makes it.

Well, that's all I remember from the list, and once again, it's late as balls. Fuck. Funeral Friday, driving back home to pick up some of the fam and then heading further on the road to spend time with friends who knew her. Not sure I'm ready emotionally, but oh well. You can't prepare for these things.

The Sting of Death is Not for the Dead

It's 2:30 AM as I begin to write. Another night of screwed up sleep. This started about 2 weeks ago, and I haven't been able to fix it yet. Going to sleep really late, waking up with barely enough time to make it to class.

This past week has been beyond miserable. I don't know where to start. I think I'll work from the middle and branch out from there. A sweet, beautiful, fairie-like girl I knew from undergrad died this weekend in a car wreck. She was so vibrant, happy, fun, friendly... I LOVED her. I wept uncontrollably in an open field when I heard the news - I was heading home and her best friend (my 'plan b') called me sobbing. 'It's J - she's gone.' I remember desperately repeated "Nononononononono..." I didn't believe it. I thought she was kidding. A part of me realized this would NEVER be a joke in anyone's mind, but it was the first explanation my mind could come up with to rationalize why she would tell me such a horrible thing. (Confabulation, perhaps?) I pulled the car off the next exit, parked in an empty lot, hung up the phone... and cried. I caught a glimpse of myself in the car window - tears streaming down both cheeks, eyes red and swollen, lips quivering as I struggled to catch my breath.

I hate this. I have been to so many funerals for people who were way too young to die. It sucks. It hurts. The grief-stricken parents, the numb siblings, the numerous young people who were friends with the deceased holding each other as they cry - I've seen it too many times, and this one is harder than all the rest. She was incredible, absolutely a beautiful girl. My favorite memory of her was when I visited her at the coffee shop where she worked. She had her hair done up in a bandanna, and was wearing something simple yet attractive. All over her hands and clothes was brown coffee powder - she was throwing around large coffee sacks and not minding how dirty she was getting. Her face lit up when she saw me, and she came running to give me a big hug. It made me so happy, and I smelled of coffee for hours later.

I am so unwilling to give this one up. I usually make peace with these situations pretty quickly, even through the pain. Not this time. I question the motives of the Divine with this one, and am toying with the possibility of a celestial blunder. It just doesn't seem right.

Everything else I could possibly write about is meaningless in comparison right now, and I'm exhausted. So much more to come, so much schoolwork to do. I have been emotionally drained, on the verge of tears, and so tired since Sunday. I need someone to hold me, sleep with me, tell me it's going to be all right. But people don't do that. I do that. I have been so tempted to push the issue with PB or MPD lately, but it's hard once you're out to get straight guys back into the bed with you. Besides, Jay would most definitely be green with envy... Not that I'd tell him, but still. It would come up.

40 winks, then class. Will write more soon.

Playing Catch Up

Apologies for the sheer length of the last post... A bit tedious I'm sure.

JustThatGuy: Our friend posted today, so I'm expecting an entry from you in the coming hours, lol. I enjoyed reading your take on the sermon, and the paper. The next week's sermon was pretty much useless to me, although good, and then I skipped last week and the podcast isn't up, so I'm not sure how they finished things off. I have to say I really relate to the first pastor in his experience. While I don't think that homosexuality or heterosexuality is primarily a product of upbringing, I do have to agree there is a pretty solid pattern with homosexual men and their experiences growing up with a doting mother and an absent or abusive father. Does that mean that a young man with that experience with turn out gay? Nope. I have two dear, sweet friends who had horrible father figures and a rough upbringing, and they are straight as the day is long. (Although some people have QUESTIONED their sexuality, they are practicing heteros.)

I'm going to try to keep this short, and blog a little each day for the next few days. (Yeah right.) I have a lot to catch up on up.

Remember that all-male pageant I won last year? They had it this month, and I handed over the crown to a good friend of mine. Cute story behind that... He won the talent portion with a love/Valentine's Day song he wrote for this girl he's had a crush on for these 2 years we've been in medical school. Instant standing ovation. Anyway, my big African girl dancing buddy came up to me afterward and said, "What's different about you? You seem so calm, so at peace and settled in yourself." I pulled a picture of me and Jay out of my wallet. "This" I said "is what's different." It's amazing the difference that both of us have seen in the past few months that we've been 'together'. He knows he's different, and tells me so. As for me, it's odd being the level-headed one, the objective one who weighs things out and discourages typical promiscuous gay behavior. I like the change.

Over a week ago, I slipped and hit my head pretty hard on the ice. (I was running in the parking lot to get to school at 8 pm... Retarded, I know.) It was one of the weirdest sensations I've ever had, as the impact sent some kind of impulse down my spinal cord and into every nerve in my body. It was painful and fascinating at the same time, as I suddenly could feel and visualize my entire nervous system in tactile 3D. The body truly is an amazing machine. Anyway, I told Jay this, once the pain set in, and he almost had a breakdown. After a few seconds, he was quiet, and then he said, "I can't take this. I need to be there. I can't stand being this far away." He really wants one of us to move closer to the other. It's killing me, because my medical education is going to keep me in this area for a few more years, and his income in no way is going to allow him to make any kind of move in the near future. I think if I told him I couldn't move there he'd start planning on a date to move here. I'm not ready for that, I don't think. Maybe I am.

The day after, I was having a rough time--in pain, tired, and just kind of bummed. I passed JW as he went up the stairs to the second floor, and I said, "How are you doing?" He looked down at me from a set of stair up, and said, "Not great, actually, I could use a hug." I motioned him down the stairs and gave him a bear hug. It was nice, good for the both of us. I don't get hugs like I used to, I don't see people that much, and when I do, they're not usually the huggy type. I like having JW around, he's a good friend.

Ok, I'm tired, will explain why in the next few posts. For now, that will have to do.

Patron Tequila and Glitter

Ok, so maybe there was very little glitter involved in the previous week, but there was a LOT of tequila. My liver and pancreas are on medical leave until further notice. (In all actuality, I think I drank Jay under the table most days... until the Superbowl happened.)

Breaking it down:

-Alcohol: Most of Jay's good friends are bar-tenders, so I basically drank heavily every day I was in NOLA. I finally experienced full-out happy-go-lucky, bumping into everything, stumbling around giggling like a schoolgirl, everything is awesome SMASH DRUNK. I usually won't let myself get drunk, but I was feeling good that night.

-Animals: We went to the zoo, aquarium, and insectarium while I was there, and I loved it. My favorite was the insectarium, although aquariums always fascinate me (rays and jellies, baby). I am now determined to re-make my awesome bug collection that I had in undergrad and display it on the wall of my house (when I have one).






-Mardi Gras: The parades started when I got to town. The first was Krewe du Vieux. I saw a good number more, but that was the "adult," politically charged parade. I saw parents bringing their very young children out for that one. Poor choices. I say if you have money to travel to NOLA for vacation, you fucking have money to hire a babysitter. Geez. Anyhoo, Jay is pretty caught up the whole parade thing and talks about the 'good throws' (i.e. good items thrown by the crewes). I don't really get it, but whatever, it's New Orleans.

One of the other parades I saw was a second line for Buddy Diliberto. It was basically a bunch of sportscasters, college jocks, and older men dressed in drag marching in a parade for the late sportscaster who said if the Saints ever made it to the Superbowl, he would commentate in drag. Well, he didn't, because he died, but that parade... Too funny.







-Sex: We had it once. I was there for ten days. Obviously, this is a problem. One night, we were kind of drunk, and in bed, and he brought up the fact that he feels he doesn't please me sexually all the time. I had to admit that, yeah, I could stand to be fucked a little more often than once a month. He told me he'd try harder, but he just doesn't get horny every day like I do. It was another 3 days before he tried again... and went soft while inside of me. What followed was nothing short of heart-breaking. He went to the bathroom, threw away the condom (more on that in a second), climbed back into bed, curled up into my arms, and burst into sobs. I cannot even imagine the emotional pain he's in. He's just a little shy of 30, and already having ED-like symptoms. I told him I was still in love with him, he still did it for me, and I didn't think that sex was THAT big of a deal... even though it is, and we both know that.

The problem, folks, is this: he tells me he jerks of multiple times a day when I'm not there, and has a porn addiction. I asked him what he thinks about when he jerks off, and he said he thinks about me... me topping him, me fucking some other guy... I got real quiet. Neither of those things are happening. He can't bottom, and I'm not going to drag someone else into our already unstable relationship.

Drugs: By the end of the week, he had suggested 3 things: a third person in the bed, Viagra so he could keep it up, and poppers so he could bottom. No, no, and no. I think the only thing I'd be ok with is the Viagra. I am REALLY not into poppers. Is it wrong for me to want a man who desires ME sexually, and just me, and gets hard because of me without the help of a drug? I feel horrible thinking about it. However, it doesn't seem wrong to want a guy who loves having one-on-one, bareback, wild, passionate sex.

Sex Again: About the condom--he has this weird thing now where he a) won't let me rim him, b) won't rim, finger, or fuck me unless I've showered, washed, and/or done an enema, or he's hammered, (with the added stipulation that I can't even pass gas before he does anything down there) and c) wears a condom if he thinks I'm not clean enough. It's fucking weird. I understand the aversion, hell, I've blown him when he smells RAUNCHY and the ONE time I rimmed him he wasn't 100% smelling like a rose. I didn't care though. I loved it. He forcefully made me stop.

I'm not sure where to go from here. Basically my hand got me off every time while I was there, and he only went down on me if I asked him to. (He doesn't lack a gag reflex like I do...) I can do that while I'm at home. My hand is pretty good still, lemme tell you. He agreed to finger me twice so I could get off, but he passed on me returning the favor. I think he came a total of 3 times while I was there, maybe 4. True, we tried new stuff: he came in my mouth, I came on his face, I handcuffed and blindfolded him and had some fun with him. But it's still frustrating to be the one who expects some form of sex every day.

I told JW that it's basically the same relationship I have with PB: we hang out, we do fun stuff with friends, we play video games, we get hammered, we cuddle. The only difference is we make out and get each other off once in a while. If PB and I started jerking off together (and I could see it happening) it'd basically be the same thing. And while I love Jay and he truly is my best friend... He's supposed to be my lover, my man, my boyfriend. He calls me hubby. I can't say it back. It doesn't feel like it. I told him I sometimes doubt I turn him on at all, that I'm not sexually appealing to him.

It's a problem. And I don't know what to do about it.

-Jealousy: As I've written about before, Jay is VERY jealous (and yet he fantasizes about me screwing another guy... weird). It plays out in a lot of ways. I met his bar-tender friend, SS. SS is 27, but looks and acts 18. He's cute, has a little bit of the gay voice (not the lisp, but the affectation), and is a bit simple-minded. His boyfriend/husband is in his 30's, and is long-distance, so after one conversation, we had a lot in common, and hit it off really well. I made the stupid mistake of letting Jay see how much I liked him. SS invited us to a potluck the next day, and Jay found about 20 reasons not to go. I was so mad. I knew he totally wanted to go, but didn't want me hanging out with SS. Well, Jay worked a few days while I was there, and I spent most of those times with SS. The one time I went out bowling with him and his classmates. He spent a good portion of the time with me, bowling in the lane with me and another guy. It was fun, and we had good talks, and I told him about Jay being jealous of him. He understood, and told me my relationship with Jay was a lot like his with his bf, except SS is the jealous one and is also ready for marriage. Whatever. Well, we met Jay at the bar after he got off work, and I had a lot on my mind. Jay could tell I was moody and asked if I wanted to talk about it. I said no. I couldn't even look at him really, and just kept quiet through everything he was saying. At one point, he leaned over and said quietly in my ear, "You know how jealous I was of you tonight?" I almost started crying. I can't take that. I'm not doing ANYTHING wrong. I'm young, horny, and moderately attractive, and had several guys telling me I'm cute and trying to get into a threesome with Jay and I. (There were SEVERAL of those guys, not all of them unattractive!) He doesn't engage in sex with me very often at all. Yet I somehow stay faithful to him, and pour my time, money, and attention into him. And then he's JEALOUS when I hang out with his good-looking friend who I hit it off with and am making friends with?!

Something. Has. Got. To. Give.

DD called 5 times while I was there. I'm ok with Jay being upset/jealous about that. I didn't answer once. I texted him that Jay wouldn't like him calling me. He still kept calling. Retard.

I met FT again. He's still handsome, funny, and a total man-whore. He didn't put off any gay vibe at all, but then again, we were in a restaurant with his hag. I swear she must know about him being bi-curious, but I doubt it's anything he engages in on a frequent basis. I think Jay would go NUTS if he knew I was actively pursuing a friendship with him and his hag. It sucks that I have to choose what I can and can't tell him so as to avoid his jealousy flaring up.

I talked to the boy for the first time in months on-line last night for two hours. It was nice having a friend who, unlike JW, can relate. (JW is great for telling me to get over it/just do it/stop whining. The boy listens and understands from the perspective of a bi/vers man.) In retrospect, that, more than anything else, would make Jay rage with jealousy. In my mind, though, he tells me about going out for drinks with his EXES (plural), and talking to them, and helping them through their problems, and I don't get jealous or tell him I don't like it. I don't see it as a big deal to catch up with the boy for a little while. I know, however, that Jay would have a fit. It's not fair, and it's a double standard.

-Exhibitionism: Ok, remember how Jay doesn't get hard or horny in the bedroom much? And how he fantasizes about a third? And how when he was here he was telling me he was taking me to the sex clubs and bath house and gay country club to fuck me while people watched? Well... I think it might be his thing, and that's not my thing. I told him no WAY we were going to those places. (I mean, we're boring anyway, I doubt we actually WOULD have done it if I had said yes.) Some things disturbed me, tho: a LOT of people told me they've seen the pictures of my ass that Jay took when he was here and slapped them (hard), leaving red hand-prints on them. I wonder if some of them have seen the other pictures I sent. He attempted several times to get me to show his friends my cock, and tried to pull my pants and underwear down twice in the bar. (Most of this was while he was drunk, which is when he gets horny...) During the Superbowl, he tried to get me to go out on the balcony to suck me off. I was mortified. He also started giving me a hand-job under the bar, which was actually pretty cool with me, but again... Why does he wait until we're in public to get turned on? Come to think of it, it's only a) when he's drunk or b) when other people are around that he's all over me. (He got hammered one of the first nights we were there, and he literally TORE my boxers and gave me an awesome blow job/fuck. But that was it for the whole trip.) I'm kind of worried about how much he gets sexually active when we're around other people. If I were someone else, I would fucking love it. But I'm me, and I have to be true to me, and I don't like it. Not yet. Not when I'm still counting how many times I've had sex behind closed doors on two hands.

-Threesomes: Besides friends who wanted to get double-teamed (stupid bottom twinks) there were two guys who were interested in getting a piece of us, or that Jay wanted to invite into the bedroom: one was this guy he met last week who has the hots for Jay, the other is one of Jay's managers. The former is unattractive and boring, but thinks he deserves better than the cute guy that liked him at the bar, and wanted to get my bf in the sack. The latter was one of those great straight guys who is totally comfortable around the gays, and he and I had a GREAT talk about his many wild fucks with nymphomatic females. The bi guy in me got pretty worked up, lemme tell you. Jay told me he imagines this guy in really good in bed, and I had to agree, and Jay said he wouldn't mind sex with him and me... (Now mind you, this guy isn't really in GREAT shape, and isn't the BEST looker, but he's ok looking, and he's fun, so it all cancels out.) The former would have definitely joined in; the latter would have laughed us off. Either way, totally not ready to conquer a threesome. I think that's one of those thing I would have to do drunk and while I'm single, not when I'm in a relationship with one of the guys.

-Money: Ok, so, let's get real here. I'm living on loans. But they're BIG loans, due to special circumstances that give me the ability to have more financial flexibility than my classmates. Jay knows this. Jay has no bank account. He deals with tips, and just carries the cash around. Therefore, I am left taking care of almost all expenses while we're together. I think this trip was close to 3 or 4 grand all told. That's fucking expensive. What got to me was this: Jay would sometimes tell me Hey, buy this, or Hey, go get that, or Hey, tip this waiter a lot more than you were planning. I kept quiet about it, but it started to bug me. I mean, yeah, I have a lot of money, or at least I HAD a lot of money. But it got to the point where I realized he was being wasteful, especially tipping and buying drinks. On Superbowl night, for instance, he chugged two of MY drinks (when he had a full cup of liquor in front of him) just to be funny. I was so frustrated; I had to wait until the bartender wasn't busy AGAIN and order the drink AGAIN and spend that much more money AGAIN and then Jay would insist the tip be that much MORE. It's not his money. We don't have a joint bank account. I don't ask him for ANYTHING. Not for his plane tickets, hotel rooms, dinner, drinks, NOTHING. Is it wrong that I don't think he should have that much control on what I spend? I think not.

-Warm Fuzzies: Ok, so I bitched a lot. But honestly, I was happy to be with Jay. When all that mess isn't getting in the way, we're really fun to be around. We love each other. We stay wrapped in each others' arms and make out a good bit. We play video games together. We walk around town and sing together and share stories and are actually INTERESTED in what the other one has to say. Basically, we're really good friends (who make out) who love each other deeply. As lovers, though, we're struggling. Bad. I sometimes would lie in his arms and wish it would never end. I need that kind of intimacy, and I rarely get it.

-Gossip: People are spreading a rumor about SW that he has told someone he is bi, and has invited another guy into a threesome with him and FT's hag, who he fucks on occasion. I have been adamantly crusading against this rumor, based primarily on the fact that he did not have sex with FT when he wanted it, and also did not have sex with the gays and strippers and porn stars and models in Cali when he went out there for his photo-shoot. (Oh, and the fact that he pounds pussy like a blacksmith pounds iron.) However, the rumors are getting more and more prevalent, and I told him today that if I find out that I've been defending a lie, I am going to punch him in the cunt. We'll see how this turns out.

-Undercover Straights: Ok, this was kind of funny. One of the bar-tenders struck me as someone who could have passed for a really, really uber-straight college guy if not for the lisp. I teased him and his bf the whole trip that he was actually straight and was just acting gay to get pussy. Everyone laughed at that, and he thought it was funny. I was kind of serious the first time I said it. He honestly seemed straight, and multiple times during the week he did things that were patently un-gay. I told SW he should come with me next time posing as gay to get a hot chick to sleep with him. Totally could work.

-Irony: Karaoke night rolled around, and Jay sang a FANTASTIC song from a musical. (He actually has a great voice, and when he hit the high note at the end of the song I got teary-eyed.) I attempted to find something to sing, but was struck by the fact that anything I would sing in a straight bar to get a laugh was actually standard fare at a gay bar. I texted SW and told him "I can't sing Celine or Britney, they take that shit serious here." I told Jay that it wasn't humorous to sing that kind of music at the bar, and he said, without seeing my text, "No, they take that shit seriously here." I about bust a gut laughing.

-Da Supabowl: Um, so, that was an awesome night. The city was unbelievable. Gay men cried for joy when the final countdown finished. The bar went nuts. The streets went nuts. The city went berserk. I don't think I even understand just how much this win means to that city. Sure, it's just football. But, dammit, it's the Superbowl, and it's some GOOD news about NOLA. They need it. (Jay was cut off from the bar... He was a little happy!)
Bourbon within 15 minutes of the win:


-Rock and Roll: (See the theme? Sex, Drugs, Alcohol, Rock and Roll? Ha.) Ok, so it's not really rock and roll, it's gay bar music.

First, the most beautiful performance I've seen in years. Jay and I were at the Pub when we saw this, and we both were moved to... well, almost tears.

Pink - Glitter In The Air (Live @ 52nd Annual Grammy Awards) - Watch more Music Videos at Vodpod.

And then there is all this stuff. Yes, this is actually what they played at the gay bars. Yes, I wrote it down.

















Note: Besides typical artists who are popular with gays like Cher, Sean Ensign, etc, there is now a few artists that actually used to work in porn. It's worse than Joaquin Phoenix doing what shit he does. Colton Ford, while a hot daddy, sucks as a musical venture.



I'm not even going to bother with Georgie Porgie or whatever his name was.

The one person from porn I'd like to see do music, or at least the rest of the song: Francois Sagat.



Still one of my favorite youtube vids of all time.

EDIT: Forgot this one: The Tim Tebow ad came on during the Superbowl... and the gay bar BOOED. I'm not sure if it's because it was Tebow, or Focus on the Family, or what... but I wasn't impressed by the booing. I like Tebow, I grew up with Focus on the Family, and I'm pretty strongly pro-life. Why the hell would gays care anyway? (Boy: Sometimes I think you look like Tebow. Has anyone ever said that? You should use him as your Doppelganger on FB.)



EDIT EDIT: I met BrettCajun for all of 10 seconds. It was a bad night for Jay. We had to go, but I happened to finally spot him at the Pub, and said hello. He's short, looks just like his pictures, and sounds like you think he would. Nice guy. Feel kinda bad about not meeting up with him again, but I don't even know if he was in the city after that. It was fun though, meeting someone I've only known about through blogging on the interwebs...