Archived entries for Gay

School friend comes out as bisexual

To be honest it was quite unexpected. The tale tale sign is the double space after the full stop – only a gay would even contemplate doing that. What annoyed me though was how he chose to do it. For a start he didn’t go all the way. Oh, i’m only bisexual. Secondly he chose to pussy foot around the fucking subject. This is the internet. You’re writing on a blog. People have short attention spans. Eight words or less per line. Fucker.

Now if I was to come out, this would be it:

I hope people don’t judge me. If they do, they can suck my dick. I like that type of thing. I’m gay. I like it up the pooper. Being gay has many advantages; you’ve got your glory holes and all the promiscous sex you can take before bursting. Literally.

I met a man last night. We made hot passionate sex all night. I feel used.

Instead of:

I’m never really sure who exactly visits my site regularly, or who even reads this blog. I’m not going to make out that you must be really bored to have got this far, because quite clearly all you have to do is give a toss and then its quite easy. Though as Mike said earlier this week, it is a bit self-watevering. Ego trip or something. Which is why I try to include odd rants rather than list what I did, I don’t know if you care about that stuff anyway. Yes I suppose it is, but there are other reasons for doing it, which have been mentioned in previous blogs. Anyway, god I’m writing about my own blog now. There has to be something wrong with that. The probable reason why I’m doing this is the fact I am trying my hardest to avoid/delay what will come up in the rest of this paragraph. Which is completely stupid really considering the generall reaction of the four people to whom reading this next bit would come as no surprise, though yet again not even sure if they all read this. Basically if I stop writing know I known that I will simply delete this paragraph and go on with life. Still stalling. Anway basicallly what needs to be said is that I think you should all know that I am bisexual. Basically putting it up on this webspace, is kind of a cop-out from telling people face to face, whcih frankly is quite scary. Stupid I know. I apologise to anyone who feels they shoudl have been told earlier, but thats the way it goes. Hmm, this is a public space too, accessable from facebook aswell – guess its out in the open just as soon as I hit publish. I’ve never denied it anyway. Its just you guys’ fault for assuming too much!!! (see my profile for more details). I have no idea who reads this, but basically I reckon if you do read this blog then you care at least to some extent. Thanks to the four people who know who they are, support has been much appreciated where it has come, and general ignoring has been less helpful but still reassuring.

Soho Pride

Day before my big ass trip, decided to buy some shorts and maybe find some socks. You know how it is. Meet Jeannine at Waterloo, she’s late as usual, only a good 30min but i amuse myself with Lolita.

We piddle down to Bond St. I make her walk as punishment for cancelling on me a good few times. It’s boiling outside, 27C maybe, not sure how i’m going to cope in Barca. So my first port of call is Hennes, where i promptly buy some shorts. I also wanted to go to Clapham Junction to some charity shops but Jeannine wasn’t as willing to trek.

Now all i wanted to do was chill out, it was the last day of JazzontheStreets so popped along to Soho Sq. Was quite hurt to find the square being filled with a bunch of poofs. Apparently there was some big festival devoted to Gays and Dykes. Wasn’t particularly bad, queers really do know how to throw a party.

Some things i’ll never understand though, its 2 in the afternoon there’s heavy techno with some podium dancers while a horde of poofs are dancing off their faces on E and alcohol. Would have been more enjoyable if it was later in the evening.

Bagged myself some Lube which was “Rigorously tested” but didn’t manage to get hold of the free “fun pack”. Couldn’t persuade Jeannine to go to the “Sit on my face” party so we ended up in Frith St. having a late lunch at Ravin Luerant. Scared Jeannine a tad more when we attended a good dyke rave.

Found JazzontheStreets later on at Kingly Court. It was the penultimate band so had high expectations which were indeed met. Was knackered by the end of the day even managing to get lube in my eye.



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