Category: adult

Pissy Missy

Pissy queens really piss me off!

I’m online today and this rather attractive fellow emails me for playtime. Of course, as often seems to be the case here (sadly), he is into PNP. My profile clearly says that is a deal breaker.1 So, I just didn’t respond. I figure if you can’t read, I’m not gonna waste my time. Missy then decides to send me this rather pissy message.

Good thing sucking is a skill of yours because you seem to be rather lacking in social ones.

Oh really? I guess he thought because he was hot, that excuses poor behavior. Now, I feel compelled to respond.

My social skills are fine. However, I get tired of folks who don’t actually read before they send messages and then get pissy when I don’t respond. Your profile says you PNP and mine clearly says WE ARE NOT A MATCH. Now who needs to brush up on their social skills?

The moral of the story? Don’t be pissy. If your ego is so fragile you can’t take a little online rejection, especially when you are too ignorant to read a profile, you should probably turn off the computer all together.

Whew, I feel better. Do you?

1 Hello? Where do I work again?

Pain Vs. Pleasure

*I had this long winded rant all written out and forgot to save the damn thing.*

Ok, it has been a while since I posted any thing thought-provoking here. I’ve banished most of my inner demons1 so lately its mostly random stuff. Oh yeah, the private stuff too. The blog traffic always spikes when I post new stuff there. But, I digress.

I’ve been catching up on my blogroll the last couple days. I stumbled across a recent exploit of the little minx. Now, I admit it. I started reading him because I think he is a total hottie. I stayed because of his insight. Insight which is often very different from mine. His latest rant involves a rather explicit encounter he had recently. Hence the title. My rant isn’t a direct correlation but a spin off on a train of thought. And don’t get me wrong, a little pain can be good and even pleasurable however, I’m referring to intense pain as described in his rant.
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Blogs A Changin’

My blog has evolved quite a bit since I started. You few long time readers will know the ole blog started as a form of self-therapy. Well, I’m happy to report I’ve been able to put more than a few demons to rest in the last few years.1 And while the blog will always be primarily about my life and all the nonsense that entails, I think it’s time to broaden my scope a bit. I’m coming up on my third full year and my 1000th post. I think I’m ready.

Up until now, the blog has focused primarily on my trials and my goals. And while both are true aspects of my id, I feel, more and more lately, like the blog is only a partial representation of who I am. There are good and bad parts (depending on perspective of course) that I often choose not to share for a variety of reasons. Oh, I still write about them, I just lock them away from everyone but me.2 Well, not anymore. I’ve decided to include other things including some of my more ‘adult‘ behavior. Now before you start salivating too much, I’m not refering to “nudie” pics of myself3 but more of an insight into that part of my life. I’ve mentioned on several occasions what a carnal creature I am so now it’s time to put up or shut up. I will add here, be careful what you wish for. You may loose your lofty view of me after reading too much. Consider yourself fore warned.

Of course, I’m left w/the worry that people I don’t want seeing such antics will. Well, that is the great thing about WordPress. I can limit who sees what based on user levels. So, I mentioned a while back about the need to sign up as a registered user. Well, that little tidbit is becoming live. You’ll notice on the left a “log-in” link.4 You can click to log-in and/or register. Usually, once you log in the first time, a cookie is set on your computer so you don’t have to do it every time. Your level of access is set by me obviously. Keep in mind subscribing to my RSS feed or updates by email is not the same thing.

You’ll know when you’re viewing “sensative” material as the title will show a little lock icon and a number at the end of it. The number will indicate your level of access. A few of you already know and have access so if we’ve had this conversation, there is no need for you to redo it.

There you have it. I’m opening things up a bit. Remember, I warned you. If you don’t want to read such antics, don’t log-in or simply log out anytime you feel the need.

1 Don’t get me wrong, there is always room for improvement.
2 Well, and a select few.
3 Those are easy enough to find elsewhere with a little persistence.
4 There is also a link in the footer at the very bottom of the page.

I’m Back!

Yes, I’m back from LA. I had a great time celebrating my 36th birthday. Everyone keeps asking “Why LA?”. It wasn’t planned. We just decided to go on a whim. It was fun getting down to WeHo (West Hollywood) and seeing how the other side lives. This was the first trip together for the roomie and I. I can report we make pretty good traveling buddies. Actually, we got along beautifully1.

While in town, we did the bars, the clubs, you know the whole S&M (stand and model) routine. OY, so much effort so little time. The bars/clubs were ok but everyone seemed overdressed. Not overdressed as in formal but just too much. Everything seemed so contrived as to present a look. What happened to going out to just enjoy yourself? Anyway, I had way more fun just hanging out visting the local hang outs. We did not get to see a filming of Wisecrack. I checked and they just weren’t filming.

The name “urban sprawl” most definitely applies to LA. Besides WeHo, we hit the Valley, Silverlake, Hollywood, and parts of Pasadena. Way too much driving. Made me homesick for SF. I love being able to walk or MUNI everywhere.

I’m proud to say I made it to the gym while in town. Oooohhhhweee! The WeHo Gold’s was a cornecopia of hot menses. I even scoped out some celebs. My roomie pointed out Fabio too me. I’d like to apologize here. Fabio doesn’t look gay in person at all. I always thought he was a bit of a “nelly”. I’ve made more than a few disparaging remarks about him. Seeing him at the gym, he is actually quite masculine. Now, if he’d just cut that damn hair. I got to see Rubert Everet as well. He, on the otherhand, did not look so good. Maybe he had a hard night. Or, maybe he just had a “hard knight”? (Ok, no more cheesy comments.) I’m also convinced I saw the kid from the original Never Ending Story as well. He was quite grown up and not half bad either. If it was him, I always knew he was gonna be gay. I saw a few other famous folks. Since I don’t really know their real names, pardon me for no more name dropping.

Ok, now to the juicy part.2 *Warning NSFW*
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Say “Cheese”

I often repeat myself so if this is such a case, my apologies in advance. My rant today is in reference to a message I got from an anonymous person on gaydar.co.uk. I say anonymous because his profile was devoid of pictures and had the barest of details filled out. Forgetting for a moment my profile states if you contact me, please have pics of yourself or don’t expect a response.

Said person, sends me a message. “Hey, you’re Hot” or something to that affect. Being overly tired of people not actually reading the profile before responding, I hit the generic “no thanks” button. His reply, “Go fuck yourself you stupid rude cunt.“. Hmmmm . . . I’m rude? I think someone is suffering from a delusion I give a shit. I kindly hit the block button and that was the end of that.

I bring it up because, in the age of the internet, people have the illusion that 1) you can log on and remain completely anonymous and 2) by being anonymous, absolve yourself of any responsibility for your behavior. Frankly, I do not concur.

Sites like gaydar.co.uk, manhunt, tribe, myspace, etc serve a purpose. Whether sexual or not, they exist to promote human interaction. It kind of defeats that purpose when you are acting John Doe. And no, it does not make you more alluring. If anything, it has just the opposite affect unless you are desperate. In an age of technology, one is left to ponder why (oh why) does some one need to be so invisible? In the gay world, it usually stems from one (or more) sources.

1) You are a narcissist but afraid to admit it.
2) You are too lazy to get off your ass and make an effort. Whether it be thru a filled out profile or having pictures of yourself.
3) You are ashamed of yourself be it behavior or appearance.
4) You are being deceitful w/someone else (Usually a lover or partner)

Regardless of the reason, I could care less. I have no time for such dramatics. Being from the South and an Aquarian, I am an incredibly social person. That said, I do not care for faceless interaction. Take my blog for example. Every person on my favorites list, I’ve either met in person or had enough interaction with to feel a connection to, be it bouncing between blogs, emails, chats, gaming, phone calls, etc. I also have a rather clear idea what they look like. I could see them on the street and recognize them.

The other part of my little tirade today is this. If you log onto a sex site looking for nookie and someone ignores you, don’t freak out. You shouldn’t be gleaning your self-respect from your sexual conquests first of all (so been there done that, still have the tshirt). All it means, is said person does not wish to have sex w/you. There is nothing that says they have too. And if you id is that fragile, you shouldn’t be online in the first place. If you take the time to send me a message beyond “sup” or “what are you into?“, I usually take the time to reply back. However, if I’m busy, distracted, or annoyed, I may just hit the delete button. It doesn’t mean I hate you, I’m just not interested in swapping bodily fluids with you. Rejection is part of life. You will never be everything to everyone. And expecting to is a recipe for misery.

So to recap my little BF today. If you choose to be “discreet” or “anonymous” on the net that is certainly your choice. It is my choice not to interact w/you. If you refuse to relent then don’t be bitter at others who also refuse to relent. And if you are bitter and lash out it only makes you look a) desperate or b) like an ass.

Rajun Cajun

Quite unexpectedly, I ran into an adorable cajun boy at the gym today. Not only sexy but turns out he is quite the sweetheart too. After our very enjoyable carnal encounter, I invited him to lunch and we had a great time hanging out. Don’t get me wrong, it was nothing more than good company. But, I forget sometimes how good ‘good company‘ feels. He was a most welcome distraction.

He is new to the city from Brettcajun’s neck of the woods, New Orleans. Aspiring actor, bartendar, and soon to be heart-breaker as well I bet. SF can be a hard city to live in if you can’t pay the bills. I hope he gains the foothold he needs to get established. Only time will tell. In the meantime, I think we might hang out again once I’m back from vacation.

Speaking of chores, I have to head off and finish my laundry. I’m sure you know now much I love that.

Moody Mofo

I’m horny and moody all at the same time. WTF?

Speaking of horny, one of my not so visible blog reads, geekslut has moved to SF. I can’t remember where I stumbled onto his blog but I liked the rawness of it. For the record, his blog is not for the faint of heart. He writes very graphical posts about his life and sexual encounters. If you have hangups regarding sexuality, you probably won’t enjoy reading.

I had my own more carnal blog for awhile but I got bored w/it. It seemed to be the same ole thing over and over agian. Trip’s to bb’s, random encounters in dark places, over and over again. Who reads that type of stuff? *g*

Anyway, geek has moved to SF and I’m looking forward to reading his new exploits.

I Really Am…

. . . a big ole slut! I’m on day two and I’m just finished from an interesting encounter at Cafe Express. Cafe Express is a local joint I swore I’d never eat at again after getting a case of food poisoning about 8 years ago. If you read w/any regularity, you’ve heard mention of the first time I got salmonella poisoning. Well, I got it at Cafe Express. The manager was a complete ass when I politely tried to inform him two weeks later. Yeah, it took me that long to recover. I was a sick puppy. So long story short, I showed him who could be the bigger ass before I left. (In my defense, I was a bit younger and prone to loud outbursts of anger to get my point across…oh wait, I still do that, nevermind.) Anyway, after driving around for 45 minutes trying to decide what to eat for lunch (sometimes too many choices is NOT a good thing), I decided to give’em another whirl. I almost didn’t recognize the place. Different interior and different menu all together. The meal was good. And the chicken was definitely cooked so no worries on a repeat case. It’s after the meal that’s the “meat and potatoes” of this post.

I’m sitting at my booth w/the laptop out catching up on some work from the BCC. (Yes the committee chair FINALLY sent me some work to do.) I glance up to see this rather strapping fellow looking at me. I didn’t think much of it and went back to work. A few minutes later, I see said fellow still looking and his hand is mysteriously absent below his table. Of course, being the opportunist that I am, I couldn’t let such a good opportunity go to waste. I’m giggling at this point thinking to myself, “only me”. Fast forward 20 minutes later, I’m at his place (which just happened to be around the corner) giving him a pickle tickle. A fun spontaneous encounter. In a word, HOT!

The only minus was afterwards he wanted to ‘get to know me’. Ugh! I had already explained I was visiting from SF and just in town for the week. What was he hoping for? I sorta tuned him out while getting dressed but in all the hubub I hear the words “long distance relationship”. *battle sirens noise* Red ALERT – ALL HANDS TO BATTLE STATIONS! Why did he have to go and ruin it? Here we just had a nice fun encounter doing the horizontal mambo and he goes and mentions the R word. Run Todo Run!

Oddly enough, I got more errands done today than I did all of last week at home. How’s that for comedy? I got some laundry done. Yes, I did the shameful act of packing dirty clothes. You know how much I love doing laundry. However, I also packed very light so I could get some shopping in while I’m here. I got 6 new pair of undies and socks, courtesy of the local Marshalls outlet. I also stopped by Radio Shack and pick up an adapter for the phone. So now, I’m back at Starbucks getting my updates in. Trev is off soon and we’ll head off to the gym. I haven’t been in a few days and I’m itchin’ for a good workout.