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Much better day at work, and Warren asked if we could do Taco Tuesday with his friends. Unfortunately he accidentally came while edging, so sex would probably a be a no-go. I keep coming back to that scene in "Anywhere But Here" where Adele decided to clean house at the last minute instead of go with her daughter to a party, and Ann is like "Oh...okay..." but has a small meltdown in the hallway after she leaves.

He had an interview in the area, but was getting out at 3:30ish, and told me to message him at 4. I did, but he just said he'd tell me about it later, and meet me at my place at 5. He was about 30 min late because his mom called right as he was leaving...but then he said she called right at 5, so where were you leaving from? His ex John's place. Tim was over at the time, and introduced him to my jealousy. I thought I did a pretty good job containing it, but I guess when you know me....Also, I get we're not together, and I'm friends with lots of my exes. But this is also the guy that he dropped me for at a party previously, and hadn't exactly volunteered the info of where he was. So.

Fiesta was packed again, but we managed to find seating for everyone before they got there. His gaybors came, as well as a young friend Nick showed up. I got along very very well with one of the gaybors, Chris, and Nick. The other gaybor, Chris's partner, very clearly had a thing for Warren, and Warren hung all over him. The other gaybor also paid Warren's tab, so maybe that was it.

I was ready to just bid him goodnight, but he came in, laid down on the bed, and then fucked me. Mostly with a condom, but then continued bare. It's not a problem for me, obviously, but I get that it might be a problem for him. Especially since this is at least the second time it's happened. He sent me pics of his rash when he got home, which is an even larger problem that I clearly need to do something about.
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Woke up at 2am, couldn't get back to sleep, so naturally I jerked off a bunch. Tried to make video, but neither camera could easily be set up for it. When I still couldn't sleep, I jerked off again, and I think I was a little too rough with myself.

Managed to drag myself into work on time and stay relatively focused. I got a text from a client requesting an evening session in Escondido. I'd have normally declined because 1) I was exhausted and 2) it was the start of tech week for the show, but he requested a 3 hour session, which is not something I can really turn down. I was about 5 min late, and texted him as I was on my way that I would be, but he said not to stress.

Most of our time was spent talking, which was a relief. He's looking to retire to Prescott, AZ, but the guy he was going to retire with has cancer again, and he's not sure if he should still take that one or look for a different guy. Deep down, he knows the only real option, and I told him so. Sexually, we had a great time. It was a little weird, because he kept lightly putting his hands around my neck, and the first time you're with anyone without discussing that, it's a little creepy. He also developed a strange speech pattern while we were fucking. But he reverted to normal right after, thanked me for a great time, and said I'd be hearing from him again soon.
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Woke up early, way less hungover than we had any right to be, and headed out to the airport. The flight back was made all the better by a nice lady named Becca sitting next to us. She was hilarious, open minded, and very engaging.

The ride to even get his car took a very long time, and I was really eager to get to the party and see Warren. But then Warren declined to go to the party, having already attended two social events this weekend. Unfortunate. Possibly more unfortunate was that he party itself was hot AF, temperature-wise, sparsely attended, and no one I knew. Mostly Jim's older students. Tim went with me, I gave mostly scintillating dinner conversation to the guests, but I ultimately drank too much out of frustration at the day not going how I'd hoped. I woke up at one point in the evening next to Lady Miss Friday's bed thinking I was already late for work. Tim was still there and laughed about it, and I eventually kicked him out so I could crash.
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Woke up a bit late, then texted with Chip. Since he'd had to leave so early the day before, he offered to take Jim around and show him Seattle. I also got a message from a FB friend who wanted to hook up with me. But his reply to my telling him I couldn't on this trip was "Why not? I have a huge cock." Because I said I can't. Fuck's sake.

I offered Jim some PB*J, but he decided he wanted to go foraging for real food. He went to a little taco shop around the corner - most of the eateries were inside of department stores, apparently. It was a charming little place, with a simple duo working inside. I was tempted to get something to support them, and also because they had Tofurkey vegan sausage on the menu, but I ultimately opted not to because I figured I'd bottom later.

Chip picked us up just a little after Jim finished, drove us around to various places, including a beach where a lovely little dog said hello. She was a new rescue, a bit thin for me, but seemed happy. While browsing FB on the way back, I happened to see a post from Richard, linking to his Tumblr. It was a suicide note. Supposedly, the trip to Chicago hadn't gone as planned. But I'm not convinced that itself wasn't really the plan, what with him going with no job or place to live lined up, and declining to meet anyone.

We took a brief nap when we got back, he fucked me when we woke up, and then it was time to go to the wedding. I'd thought we were staying in downtown because of the wedding, but the wedding itself was out about 30 min away in a neighboring town. It was a very eclectic crowd and we sat apart from everyone else. The ceremony started over an hour late, but was mercifully short in and of itself.

The reception was just as interesting. They'd asked everyone to bring an appetizer to share or a bottle of wine. Since we didn't have access to a kitchen, we just brought wine. A good thing, too, since most of the food was gone by the time our table got up to the place. We had a couple glasses of wine at the table, then skeedaddled back to the hotel. I'd texted a couple Seattle friends, including Alik, but he never responded, and Michael. He was bartending at the Eagle, so we Ubered over there. He poured strong and I don't think he charged me for all of them. He's a good friend. We spent most of the night on the back patio, and one very drunk man kind of aggressively tried to get with me. I fended him off, then spent most of the night talking to his partner. He encouraged his partner to go have fun in the dark rooms by himself, which is fascinating for me. We stayed too long and drank too much but overall had a wonderful time. I Lyfted us home and we passed out.
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Woke up with my alarm, sent the "out sick" email, managed to doze off a bit more. I made us coffee in the morning and we went for a walk around. A very different place during the day. But still very few shops and things. I texted around with Chip and my mum, we went to a waffle place for Jim. Unfortunately, their only waffle iron broke in the middle of a rush, so they ended up using a brulee torch to finish his waffle rather than just refund it. Ugh.

We met Chip at a *very* crowded Pike Place market, then walked over to the ferry landing to meet my mum. As she walked off the ferry, I happened to notice that she was wearing a lime green sweater and a blue shirt. Which is amazing because I was wearing a blue sweater and a lime green shirt. And that's one of my favorite fashion maneuvers ever.

We walked over to Ruby Tuesdays (?) for lunch, I happened to see one of my friends from San Diego there. I get around. Chip paid for lunch and walked us a little ways around, but eventually had to get back to the ferry. My mum walked with us even longer, mostly just not wanting the day to end more than having a destination in mind. Once she mentioned that we'd come a very long way, so we should probably take pics of the pigeons, which is a reference to my high school trip to France. I was delighted at how well fed their pigeons were, so I mostly took pictures of them. We stopped into a toy store later and I saw her looking at the Necco wafers, but she protested she didn't "need" them. I had asked about want, not need, so I bought them for her.

We got her to the ferry just in time for her to not have to wait another hour and a half, then back to the hotel. I blew Jim, we napped briefly, then got ready for the Bachelor Party. The hosts had a lot to do, so kind of understandable they weren't being terribly communicative. On the other hand, if you host an event and don't have a formal invite anywhere, you should expect questions.

We finally made it there, but the "party" turned out to be a few older gents hanging out in a hotel room and drinking. I was charming, of course, and mysterious, as Jim hadn't taken his wedding ring off. The "party" winded down, a couple people got pretty drunk, and we Ubered home. Then made a video of him fucking me before bed. All in all a successful day.
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Worked really hard to try to get everything done. I was mostly successful, but I also left my check in confirmation on my desk. Warren asked if I was going to Brandon's comedy show, but of course, I was leaving for Seattle. This being a very very important trip, I beat down the sexual FOMO. He wished me a fun trip.

Tim asked if we could go to the store before the airport, so I just gave him my credit card instead while I finished packing. I forgot to download an offline game to play, so it was a fairly boring flight. Someone next to us was watching a thriller I was kind of curious about, but I couldn't pick out any searchable details.

The Uber drive to the hotel was surprisingly cheap - something to do with the credit card he was using? Not sure. He was kind of hungry, and more than that kind of thirsty, so we set out to find a restaurant or drug store. This proved to be a much more difficult proposition, as apparently most of downtown Seattle is department stores and places catering to department stores. We walked nearly 2 miles, but did finally find a place open late. I bought PB&J, he got a chicken salad and wine. I paid for everything but the wine, then Lyfted us back, because I was definitely not going to walk another 2 miles at 1:30am.

We had our dinner, drank some wine, he fucked me. Not a bad first night, really.


Jul. 19th, 2017 02:33 pm
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Marky texted me in the morning; he'd decided not to stay with me after all, citing cat allergies. I think he's more allergic to an apartment that looks like a frat house, minus the hot guys, but okay.

Hit up rehearsal after work - entire opening number, which is my favorite part of the show. At the last minute, I remembered I'd agreed to pick Beth up from the airport. She'd been gifted a ticket to ComicCon from a friend at work, so made the trek down and stayed at the Hilton. In a very San Diego turn of events, it would have taken her about an hour and a half to get from the airport to MV via public transit, but only 10 min to drive.

She's having some mystery health issues right now, so Comic Con is a nice break for her.

First Kiss

Jul. 18th, 2017 02:23 pm
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Ken, the top from a couple weeks back decided to take a random trip down with his partner to escape the heat in Palm Springs and wanted to see me. Warren had forgotten tonight was Taco Tuesday at Fiesta, and wanted to go there with his friends instead. As frustrating as I found this, I figured I could just combine the two and make most everyone happy. I also suggested a 4 way, but Ken's partner isn't likely to want to since I've already had sex with Ken, and Warren mostly goes for guys 18-22, so they're way out of his Type. He did encourage me to "get those Daddies" though. And also mentioned that he'd accidentally cum while edging. Grrrrrr.

Jetted to the gym after work, then home to get cleaned up before meeting them. Richard was home and drunk, asking if I could give him a ride to the bus station. He'd asked last night when he was drunk, too, and I told him I had date night and couldn't. He'd forgotten because "we were both wasted." Sure, Jan. He gave me a hug goodbye, I headed to Fiesta and bought a diet coke.

Ken and his partner were there first, but just as we sat down, I happened to start seeing a bunch of friends there. Tried to make my hellos very brief and made my way back to them. Warren, for all that he had intimated that we'd be late, was the last one there. Ken's partner is from Melbourne, and while not as attractive as Ken, equally delightful. They bought our dinner, which really just saved me money, since I think Warren was counting on me paying.

After dinner, the guys took off to the hotel, Warren wanted to stop by Mankind and visit Brandon, who also has a foot fetish. Brandon is in a comedy show on Thursday, which is also the night I leave for Seattle. Went ahead and shut that whole door right down in my head. It was an okay visit, Brandon is very friendly with both of us.

Warren dropped me off at my car and asked for a "real" kiss. Given that he's told me he doesn't like kissing, and declined to the first time we had sex, this came as a surprise, but I still obliged. It was good to see him, even if I didn't get laid.

Marky, the body painter who'd asked to crash with me during ComicCon, came by in the evening, having spent the night drinking beer with a friend. He started putting his stuff in my room, but ultimately decided to sleep on the couch.
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Woke up at 2 am, hungover and randy AF. Also couldn't find my phone. Looked around, then used to the Locator to determine that it was still at the party. Damn. Got into my toy chest and jerked off twice. Tried to take a video, but I couldn't find any memory cards for my old camera, and the new camera is apparently stuck to the apparatus. I really really shouldn't have jerked off a second time, because I was sore and bleeding after. I did manage to get to sleep after, though, so I wasn't as hungover as I might otherwise have been.

Messaged with Josh (the host) and Warren throughout the day. He asked if I'd fucked Brad while he was here, and I said I had, but I forgot about Saturday morning. There had been a bunch of orgies happening at Black's, but he hadn't participated. Hadn't gotten laid at all over the weekend, actually. I should have worked harder to include him. Maybe.

Richard was *still* there when I got home, though this was arguably good, since I was able to use his phone to text with Cody. I asked him if he needed a ride to his new place, and he told me that had fallen through, so he got a bus ticket to Chicago instead. He knows exactly one person there, and apparently sent a cryptic text to FHA. Suicidal ideation is nothing new for him. It's actually how he came to my place to begin with.

I came again just before I left to pick up my phone from Cody, which was possibly a mistake since he wanted to fuck again. No can do.

Warren had also asked Brad if we'd fucked, which also reminded me of Saturday morning, and I clarified for Warren, too. I also mentioned I should have tried harder to include him, but as he says, we're "casually dating." I don't really know how to do things casually, so I'm glad he's here to pump the brakes. I did ask if I could take him to dinner, which is always okay by him. We decided on Veggie Grill, and I got excited in spite of myself.

I went to rehearsal to learn "Mama's Broken Heart," though Keith was just getting out of work in Encinitas at the start time. And the choreography, such as it is, is terrible. I'm so disappointed in most of this show.
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Drove Josh home in the morning, edging myself on the drive back. Brad was up when I got back, jerking again. We made a better video this time. I rode him, then fucked him and DP'd him with my toy.

Tim asked to come over and join for the parties. He'd gone to the Foxhole last night and fucked a bunch of people. I texted Warren, but he had decided to go to Black's Beach instead.

There were 3 parties happening, and I got two of them mixed up. This is only unfortunate because one of the parties was in Mission Valley while the other were both on 6th. We wandered around the complex for quite a while to find the guy who invited me, and when we finally did, he as the only one there. Awkward. It was an okay time, and as tempting as it was to think of myself as a failure because one party was a bust, I had other parties for us to go to.

The second one on 6th was at the complex where CJ, my rough top in a semi-DADT situation lives. That is, his partner wants to hear about the extra-curriculars, he just doesn't want to know who they are, so I have to pretend like I don't know him in public.

It was slow to get started, even though we were a little late. There was a handsome boy named Matt who I ended up chatting with, and also a couple from LA. CJ messaged me that his partner had gone to BevMo, so I should come over for a quickie. I constantly have to decline him, so I went and did it. I don't think I've ever regretted being clean and carrying lube/poppers with me at all times.

Brad decided to go to The Hole with his friends, and from there back to LA. The party got a lot more populated, I took pics of the dogs, made friends with another dancer named Cody. Then he fucked me in the bathroom. Another guy got mad at me for some reason, but I barely remember him, much less any argument with him.


Jul. 15th, 2017 07:57 am
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Brad came in some time around 3 or so and snuggled up next to me. I think he was hoping to get laid, but that's kind of what he went to DILF for. A continuing theme with him would also be an unawareness of space. He'd previously mentioned that he was a cuddler. He didn't mention that he liked to take up the whole bed even when he wasn't cuddling.

I woke up before him and noticed my phone wasn't charging anymore. Thankfully, I already have a backup that I bought the last time my phone died. I was at my desktop setting up the new phone when I turned around to see him jerking off. Oh, alright. I took a video of him fucking me, and he wanted to go for longer, but I had a schedule for us to keep.

The suit I bought was unfortunately too large, so I put on another pair of underwear beneath it to keep my junk in place. Brad kept suggesting he wear his kilt, but also fluffing himself up so his erection poked out. This is Pride, not Folsom, and you will get arrested.

Our first stop was Erik's pre-parade brunch, and Erik lives very close to me, so that's nice. We were there a bit early, but that gave us the chance to chat a little better. FHA had already started drinking, I met Stephen. FHA was somewhat concerned about the Twitter "admirer" who sent me a very very detailed marriage fantasy. Erik worried that it might be unhealthy, but that's really just not a consideration for me.

We had to leave that party just as more people were arriving. Stopped at home so I could switch out phones, then left for Jim's party. Warren had driven down and was looking for parking, but still hadn't found it by the time we got to the party. I'd given my parking spot to Tim, but he was busy with boat stuff and finally conceded he wasn't likely to make it for the Parade, so I let Warren use it instead.

Jim's party was awesome. I had a single drink while there (two for the day so far), chatted with a bunch of folks, including a tall, handsome gent named Paulo. He's from Brazil, and speedos and less are the norm on those beaches, regardless of body type. Talked a little with Jared (Chris and Jim's 3rd), Vick, and Jeff about maybe having an orgy later.

Warren had managed to find a spot with the Gaymers, but it was Ben who ran up and hugged me excitedly. Warren came up after him, and I tried to get us a picture together, but it didn't come out. Bummer. He did send me a text later in the day, telling me it was good to see me, and that I looked very cute in my Pride outfit.

David's place is on the other side of Hillcrest, but we stopped by my place on the way. Poor FHA had stopped by to use the restroom and gotten stuck talking to Drunk Richard. I persuaded him to come with to Davids, and on the walk over there we picked up several other party participants. Vick, Alexis, Raphael, etc. Unfortunately, I'd removed my under-undergarments at the first party, because people kept putting their hand down my pants and being upset about not getting skin. Not super upset. Not outwardly upset at all, actually, it just made me anxious that I was doing something wrong. So my junk was bouncing around again. Which only made me more anxious.

David's party was fun, though everyone there was much drunker than I was. His boyfriend really really wants me. David let me eat his ass, but I don't understand his hesitation, given that we've had sex many times, and I'm asking for a 3 way instead of meeting up with Matt 1-1. I also made tentative plans to have a 3 way at some point with Justin and Shaun. FHA didn't stay long. He had to sober up for his show, but the way he said goodbye clued me in that something was wrong, even if he wouldn't say what. The party itself didn't last much longer, but I'd met with a gent named Taylor who wanted to come with us to our next party, but also invited us to a pool party with Ryan and Aaron on the way.

The "pool" part of that party was a slight overstatement - really just an oddly colored hot tub. But I saw Mitchell and Tim, and chatted with a couple other folks before I moved us along to my place, and then Lyfted to the South Park party. It was a relatively small gathering, but they always are. I made friends with several people, including a stocky gent named Terry and and older guy named Rick. Josh, the first gent to approach me at The Hole a couple weeks ago, was also there. And there were two dogs, though I only got to pet one of them. I should probably have moved us along sooner, but Brad seemed to be having such a good time. I felt a little bad, because Warren messaged me after Glenn's, but eventually went home. Pride is a bad time to date someone.

Once it got dark, people started getting frisky in the pool, I blew Josh and Brad, Taylor got his dick sucked by Sunny. Josh came home with us, he and Brad took shrooms, we stayed up flip fucking. I ate Josh's ass for like and hour. Brad again took up most of the bed. We didn't make it to Foxhole, but I'm perfectly okay with that.
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Last day of everyone's vacations, first day of Pride. Maybe shouldn't have done the double coffee again, but didn't really have a choice in terms of keeping my energy up all day/night. Scheduled things with Brad, my new friend from Alta Dena who was staying with me. He was driving down with some friends, but didn't have room to stay with them.

Richard had mentioned days ago that he found a place, he just needed this paycheck to get into it. If he'd saved his previous paycheck, he wouldn't have needed to, but whatever. They'd supposedly mailed it to him on Tuesday, but it still wasn't there when I got home from work, so I texted him to tell him they should just reissue it. He didn't want to move out today because it's Pride and there would be traffic. I mean, tomorrow is *actual* Pride, but okay....

Warren asked if I could give him a ride home at the end of the night if he got a ride down, which is no problem. Years past, I've drank waaaaaay too much over Pride, missed a number of events, forgot others, etc. And I don't want that. Brad, for his part, caught on very quickly that I was dating Warren and kept a respectable distance. Even though we were fairly early, several people were already squeaked, including Matt and Nick, our hosts.

The party was fun. I managed not to drink, to chat with some people, and was generally have a great time. And then John showed up. John and Warren dated earlier this year, and Warren dropped me like a hot stone to hang all over him. That drink sounds pretty good right about now. Brad noticed, too, and moved in to talk more with me. When time came to leave for party #2, I was very ready to ditch Warren, but knowing that he was broke, gave him the option instead.

He left with us, and asked if his behaviour was a problem. Well, yeah. I don't know anyone who likes being ditched, and you definitely specified that I was your date. He was much more affectionate for the rest of the night.

Paul's party was...odd. Paul himself was very reticent and seemed uncomfortable, as did his dog. But Leeper was there with the boy he's dating - Oscar, and Justin, and Jerry, and several other older men and their sugar babies. It was an okay time, and a fine kickoff to Pride. I dropped Brad off at The Rail so he could attend DILF, then dropped Warren off at home. He didn't invite me in, but did suggest I leave some of the condoms he likes at his place so they'd be there. He vastly overestimates both how much I trust him and how often I take anything out of my pockets.

Based on 1) his behavior around John and 2) his not inviting me in, I decided to break things off with him again. Tomorrow.

I'd encouraged Brad to go to The Rail, partly because he was eager to do Really Gay Stuff, but mostly because I felt bad about taking so much time from Lady Miss Friday.
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At Chi Chi LaRue's suggested, I started following some guy in Florida. Apparently he used to work in porn, but then deleted everything and is starting all over again. I recommended a few places for him to apply, told the casting directors he would be. All standard so far, but then I suggested he apply with Tyler Reed, and it turns out he actually was already cast in Vegas, but he declined to go. Some of it was that he wasn't on PrEP yet, but also "all the guys were gross." I was maybe one of those guys, since I'd initially been declined from the shoot. But I was definitely a possible one. He seems to have changed his mind about me at any rate, and I got to talk to Tyler more, so hopefully I'll be able to go back and shoot again next year.

Sam, the client who is a fan of mine on Twitter, and who contacted me a while back about setting up a fetish scene with him as a sub. I'd initially contacted Jay to be the other boy. I've done Dom stuff before, but there's always been a lead, someone I could follow and play off of. I wouldn't know the first thing to do being a lead Dom myself. Jay was downright silent, so I sort of figured he'd be tapping out of the evening, and he did. And then I suggested a couple other schedules but he didn't respond. Who doesn't want $700? Other folk's schedules also didn't work, but I finally found one, who works at Mo's and has modeled for some of the same photographers I have. He was excited about it, though he was also a sub. I convinced Sam to just do a piggy, fetish 3 way, and he agreed.

Unfortunately, then he also tapped out, and we had to get yet another replacement, and he wasn't available until even later than the first guy. What can you do. I spent some time at home getting deep cleaned, because Sam wanted to get dinner first, walk around, then get down to business. Met him at Betty's, we had a really great chat, all considered, about the nature of escorting, and what it's like to come out. He has adult children, some of whom knew he was gay from a young age, and some of who didn't, but all of whom asked him to tell his wife once they all found out. And his wife apparently also knew, and is super cool with it.

We walked to Mankind next so he could get a paddle and a toy. I'm not 100% certain that my friends know I'm there with a client, but of course IDGAF if they do. The place he was renting was in South Park, kind of craftsman. He had to use my equipment to get cleaned up and I don't think he even closed the door for it. Which is weird, but whatever. Mike, our new guy, was supposed to be there by 8, and Sam kept going outside to look for him until he finally showed up around 9:30. This isn't actually bad, as my stomach decided to be wonky, so I spent that last hour and a half making sure I was clean.

Mike was almost definitely on G, but is a really nice guy. He fucked me bare, I fucked him bare, we both fucked Sam with condoms I'd provided, spanked him, etc. I'd only supposed to stay until 10, but given how late we started, didn't feel bad at all about pushing that back until 11. When I came, I shot over Mike's head and hit Sam in the face. Apologized profusely, but really didn't need to, as Sam was delighted. Bid him farewell, dropped Mike off at his place in East County and finally crashed next to Lady Miss Friday.


Jul. 12th, 2017 04:51 pm
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Our longest day at work - Kathy, Din, and Lindsay were all out, which meant exactly double the amount of work. But we got through it. Also the day a lot of folks started coming to town for Pride. I happened to chat with Bill, a guy I'd met at a group thing where the host was crazy from drugs. We had a strong connection, and I invited him over again for after work. I'd hoped to get a video, but good fucking lord that stuff is hard to set up. I was still trying to get everything arranged when he knocked on the door and didn't want to take more time. He was fun, though not as attractive or as fun as I remember. Fucked me in a few positions, came, laid down for a bit then left suddenly. I worried I'd done something wrong, but he later texted to check I'd had a good time, so I guess.

Warren messaged me asking for Pride plans. Somewhere in being exhausted, I became wary (again) of his using me for my social connections so I was a little vague in responding. He mentioned that he'd talked to Glenn about how nice he was to let him be my +1, and Glen had invited him and said I had to be the +1. 1) That's exactly what I'm talking about, and 2) I already have several parties to attend, thank you.

When he asked if he could be my date to the Friday BBQ, I said he didn't need to, but he wants to. I felt a little better about the whole thing, and even gave the very definitive request for him to be invited as "the guy I think I'm dating. Or something."

Rehearsal went much better than previously. I certainly remembered more of it. Unfortunately, when it came to "I'm Every Woman" Joe doesn't want us to do doubles because not everyone can do doubles. I get it but also....good lord. They're doubles. Jenna and Jesus both asked for a ride home after, which is fine because they both live near me. And both needed to hear Dark Days, and a few other songs. Jesus is apparently 20, and possibly in a relationship with a much older, absent partner? I couldn't really follow the conversation. But I am, as always, amazed at how mature children are these days.
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I got a text from Dana that some of the cosplay scenes were online. I'm constantly amazed at how kind porn commenters are. I walked to the Civic after work and bought the 4 pack of tickets. Tim and Tony are the only ones confirmed to be coming, probably Tami and maybe Warren. Or whoever else I'm dating when that day comes, because lesbian.

Had a much better time at the gym, of course. Shane messaged me out of the blue, appanrently coming down from a meth binge. Naturally, I invited him over for dinner. And naturally, I spent waaaaaaaay too much time at the store trying to figure out what to make. Settled on rice and gyoza because dammit, I wanted gyoza for a while.

He'd said he'd be there around 7, so I hurried home, washed some dishes, got the place cleaned up. Richard and Bryan were both there, but I kept contact to a minimum. Apparently by "around 7" Shane actually meant "a little after 8pm." Okay gay time.

Bryan and Richard left shortly after he arrived. Richard had been drinking and left for karaoke, Bryan went....somewhere. We talked a little, watched the new Castlevania on the couch. But two months of meth binge is a lot to come down from, so I gave him a ride home by 10. I'm glad I got to see him, and I'm glad I set whatever kind of example I could by cooking and doing dishes for the same meal.
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Crazy hungover and crazy randy all day. Even edged myself in the bathroom, which I hadn't done in a while. JJD came back, but now Din was out, so the workload didn't really let up, and is only going to get worse. I hit the gym, then reviewed "Mama's Broken Heart" at home, which is still terrible.

Mikey, the gent from Florida who discovered me through a scene I did with his ex, asked to call me, as though that's a big step. In fairness, I hate talking on the phone. I was early enough that I walked to rehearsal, and Mikey, who might have been drunkey, told me about some dreams he had. I had to cut things short once rehearsal started...though it turns out I needn't have, as RC is now saying he doesn't want dancers in the song. Good. I don't like it. Keith still asked us to stay around, so I did crunches on the floor.

Mikey talked to me longer when I got home and I finally begged off to sleep again. Even though I'd jerked off before, I did again. Great shots both times, and I really need to start filming these. They don't all need to be great, because some of them will be, and those are the ones I'll put out into the universe.

Who's First

Jul. 9th, 2017 02:22 pm
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Woke up too early but laid in bed with Lady Miss Friday. Tim asked to come over for tofu scramble. Patrick, the nice Aussie from yesterday, also messaged me, though he'd apparently just jerked off. He asked to come over for scramble as well, and I said sure. In spite of my requests, the sink was full of dishes. And even the ones that had been washed were gross. I washed some dishes, started draining the tofu, and at the last minute decided to get cleaned up. Good thing, since despite having just jerked off, Patrick immediately fucked me on arrival. It gets *SO HOT* in my room. I think it's the single window, really. We had just laid down to take a break from fucking and Patrick asked when Tim was supposed to arrive when there was a knock on my door, because Tim had arrived. Patrick was surprisingly non-judgmental of the disgusting mess that is my living room right now, liked the scramble, then left for a pool party in east county (thanks for the invite?)

I didn't have any plans for the day, which is always weird. I went in to download the video from my shoot with Michael and found that Dave had cut off access. It's really nice to have free labor, but it might cost too much, tbh. FHA was just about to get out of his show and agreed to go to either The Hole or PECS. Ryan was having people over for pool and bbq. I appreciate that he invites me once I text him, but I'd rather he invite me to begin with. Saving money is good, so I asked FHA if he'd be down to do that instead and was surprised to hear he was not. I'd later find out that he does some research any time I invite him somewhere, and once I thought about it, Ryan is great, but does have some shallow, bitchy friends. Since I missed the last Bear Night, it's been roughly *forever* since I've seen him, and he got back to me first, so I kept it with PECS. He arrived just after I finished showering - I'd very nearly came handsfree while I was checking to make sure I was good - and we found really great parking.

Peter is in the show with FHA, but was already there and quite tipsy. The bartender bought his first drink but not mine, which, okay, not everyone is a fan of mine. One of the chorus members was sitting at a table with another guy who it turns out is the owner of Martini's Above 4th. He's a fan of Lindsey Alley, but she doesn't sell well enough to book her there. He might also book FHA's friend (and therefore FHA) for more shows, and might possibly book me for the wreath auction. I also happened to run into Brad and his ex, Jim. Jim was hypersensitive during their relationship, and it doesn't help that Brad is a big horndog with a big thing for me. I'm *exceptionally* charming when I need to be, so I nearly charmed us into a 3 way.

Before too long it was time to go home, though, so Aimee picked up FHA, I headed home, drank some water and crashed.
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Texted Warren in the morning - he'd not gone to sleep until around 3:30. I mean, I hadn't either, but I didn't have a twink with me. What had kept him up? Oh, just laid in bed.....Okay.

Had to get ready for rehearsal before Tim picked me up. I needn't have hurried, as he didn't arrive at my place until I was supposed to be there. I was a little late for it, and more than a little drunk. On the plus side, I saw an adorable husky puppy as I was walking in. Most people treat dogs like celebrities, as it turns out, it's just that it means different things to different people. Most people swarm them, reaching out to touch, etc. I hang back like a stalker. The puppy decided I was safer, so scooted back from everyone else to sit on my foot and lick my face. One of the other crowd members took a picture. Her name is Sapphire, because of her blue eyes, which...groundbreaking, but she was still adorable.

Berto hit me up again on the break, and apparently lives quite close to rehearsal. Thank heavens I douche 10x/day. He was fun, but had trouble staying hard, and I think he faked his orgasm. I certainly didn't taste anything when I was fingering myself. He dropped me back off at rehearsal for Raise Your Glass, which, while boring, isn't as bad as I remember it being.

Tim was running late from getting his dad's car, so I initially asked Warren to pick me up on his way, but he was also running late. I suddenly remembered that John lives in Uptown, so I asked him for a ride home instead. In the spirit of inviting people who invite me places, I'd asked Paul if he wanted to join for the Divorce Party. He called me, and despite my telling him several times that I couldn't understand what he was saying, just kept talking. I finally hung up and texted him instead. Tim made it back with my car, but then got absorbed into watching Star Trek, or whatever it was.

Amazingly, I managed not to drink much at the party. And it was an okay time. Nelson, who is normally blunt to the point of being a jerk, said I was stellar in the last SDGMC show. Also commented on Warren's bulge and butt. A lot of people commented on my moving quickly, which....yeah. And a *lot* of people asked me if he was my boyfriend in the way that meant they wanted me. One guy in particular, Patrick from Australia, was pretty into me. He'd previously mentioned he was attracted to me at Paul's last party, but was also very very squeaked at the time and quickly moved on to someone else. It was strange, but not terrible being with Warren. It turns out he doesn't like saliva, so he doesn't kiss or suck dick. The no kissing is a problem. Like...a big one. He's more than a little stoic, but would sometimes hook a leg around me to bring me closer when we were in the pool or similar.

I tried to get us going around 7, which was the start time for the Bear Pool party, but Warren was having second thoughts on going at all. At 8:15, Dave messaged me, very upset I'd broken my "promise" to be there. My text to him said "I should be able to go!" I don't think that's semantics, but he does and ended with "fuck you." It's so hard being popular.

I got us a Lyft back to my place because the sun takes so damn much out of me. Tim was still there, I introduced them and headed to my room. Warren said he was tired, but I noticed he was also hard. Also, I didn't fuck him last night, and I'm not doing this bullshit again with someone. He didn't spend the night, which makes absolute sense. I was even more tired than I thought, so I crashed out next to Lady Miss Friday.


Jul. 7th, 2017 01:19 pm
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Since Keith asked me and Ben to come for an extra rehearsal, and Lady Miss Friday isn't wild about me rehearsing in my room, I decided to just stay after learning various dances. The videos are very very hard to follow, so props to everyone who is able to do that.

I got a text from Keith that he was running late, sent my condolences and stopped at Target to look for the Bareskin condoms that Warren asked for, and also try to figure out what to make for dinner(s). Naturally, I couldn't decide on anything and wandered around the store for hour. Maybe more. Browsed rainbow stuff, because I'm not married to my outfit, even though I've already bought it. Didn't see anything, and was short on time anyway.

Waited at home for any word from Keith, but then got a group text saying "well, unless we hear from Eric..." Called him directly, and it turns out a bunch of the group texts hadn't gone through. Grrrrr. He doesn't live far from me, and really just wanted to go over the middle of Single Ladies, which I already have down. So.

Back at my place I wrangled with Warren over the night's plans. He wants to check out Numbers early, but then go to Flick's and Rich's. I haven't been to Rich's in well over a year, and with good reason. But Warren is 22, and Rich's is a very very 22 establishment. Just before he got to my place, he asked if a friend could join us. Um...who's the friend? Noah. That's not what I was asking and you know it. It turns out it's Noah from Paul's place, and almost worth it to have him along to see Warren's doubletake by my already knowing him.

We walked over to Numbers and got there waaaaay early. Like...too early to even pay cover. Todd talked to me for a while, as did a couple of the other people setting up, and I get the feeling they'd have been asked to come back later if they hadn't been with me. Once the night did start, I bought Warren's drink for him, did a shot with the bartender. I met Warren's friend Regi who dances at Mesa. I also found out that my first dance teacher, Jan Ellis, died a couple years ago. That was sort of an unexpected bombshell. They did a whole concert in memorial, which I'd have liked to have been part of, but probably couldn't have anyway.

Warren and Noah left to get stamped, but I'm a big boy and can pay my own cover these days. I probably should have walked, actually, as it would have slowed my drinking down. I stayed talking to a very very drunk Shaun, which slowed me down anyway. And then Julian started messaging me, which only intensified how weird the night was. I also ran into Berto and Rizzo, two of the soloists from the last SDGMC show. Berto wants to sleep with me, but we never got around to it previously. Warren and Noah came back fairly quickly, all considered, and then signed up for Lube Wrestling. I took photos, someone else took video. Another guy there is a professional, which was really not fun at all to watch.

Once they got cleaned up, we walked over to Rich's. My night gets a little fuzzy from there, but I bought one drink (now $10), danced with Warren, and introduced him to some friends. Weirdly, it's only *being* at Rich's that's a blur, because I remember getting home and chatting with Richard, listening to music, drinking water, and finally going to bed.
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Bryan caught up with me about his appointment that he'd managed to keep. Apparently Sunburst is very very full, as no one leaves there before they have to, but there might be an opening through a church in a couple weeks. Still much longer than I wanted, but okay. I sent both of them a message letting them know 1) I had a client after work, so they needed to not be there, and 2) even though they're not going to be at my place much longer, it would serve them both *very* well to be more aware and considerate of the people around them. It took Bryan a month from being asked for him to finally do his dishes, when he shouldn't have needed to be asked to begin with. Both of them have woken me up in the middle of the night, and possibly the neighbors as well, with TV or voices. How are you unaware that people can hear you? How are you so unconcerned that neighbors will complain and we'll all get thrown out? Richard sent an apology for "his transgression" which tells me he didn't actually read the message, just saw something critical and started kicking himself.

On the plus side, I was a total rockstar at work. Tons of claims done, tons of case offers, all the mail, etc. No workout, unfortunately. Warren asked me if I wanted to go to the AYCE vegan thing...but he doesn't have any money, so I'd need to pay for both of us at $20-30 each. Nah, but we can have dinner together tonight. Oh, would I be cooking for him or taking him out? He also doesn't want to fuck me bare, but doesn't like the condoms I have, so wants me to buy his preferred brand. I'm not really sure if he's just spoiled or trying to play me for a Sugar Daddy. He accidentally came while edging, which isn't a deal breaker for sex, but put a definite damper on things.

I got home, got cleaned up, had Topher and Norman over. I mentioned I'd seen Topher's second scene with Guybone, and he mentioned he's shooting with them again on Tuesday. I'm screaming over this, because I'm Jenna Motherfucking Maroney, and it's maddening that they're apparently willing to work around the day job for him but not me. That he gets his 3rd shoot in less than a year and I've had to fight for once/year. Both of them noticed I was distracted during the session. I feel bad, but not that bad. I'm hosting, I brought them together, I'm involved. Norman just wants someone to cum, but Topher hasn't managed to do it yet. After Norman left, Topher talked about how frustrating it is applying to various studios, getting positive feedback but never actually getting cast. He's also got a scene coming up this summer, so he's got way more shoots on the books than I do. Sort of. I mean, I've got several, but they're for my nonprofit, and it's a *very* different feeling to be casting people to have sex on camera than it is to be cast. I have to tell myself I'm not a predator pretty constantly. Or maybe that's just been because my first two costars were very clearly very not into me.

I left late to get fuel for my car, condoms, and groceries. Warren had taken a nap, and now his roommate was there, so we should share the food with her, too. But then Ralph's was out of the condoms he wanted, I couldn't even find the pasta, and Trader Joe's was out of "sausage." No, fuck this. He still wanted me to come up, but it was getting towards 8 and I'm a bit of a perfectionist in the worst way. If something starts going wrong, I don't want to do it at all. And while I'm working on it, between him cumming, my being late, there being no condoms, no food, and his roommate there...fuck it.

Richard was watching Star Trek when I got back, loud enough I could hear it through my walls. If I'd had any doubt he didn't comprehend the message this morning.....I had a glass of wine, too tired to jerk off, and laid down to sleep with a pillow over my head to drown out the TV.


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