In This Shirt

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When I posted Postcards From Italy the other day, one of the comments was to listen to another song; "In This Shirt" by The Irrepressibles. I'm terrible at listening to new music. I either need to hear it randomly and have it hit me like lightning, or it needs to grow on me like some kind of strange fungus. Finally got around to listening to it in the morning. The melody is lovely, but the voice is weirdly hermaphroditic, and it's just okay for me.

Tim was going to borrow my car for the day, because he had his unemployment hearing in Orange County, and wasn't sure his car would make the drive. When he got to my place, he called to make sure it was there, and it turned out to be at the local office. We went to coffee instead, and discussed iguanas in swimming pools and daoism.

I had lunch with Daniel from the cruise, talking about business, and people, and travel. He wanted to spend more time with me, but I was supposed to make a movie at 3, so I declined. Hit the gym - this time there were people swimming, but I forgot my goggles. Swam anyway, and it was nice.

The guy I was supposed to film with had to cancel - trying to get a cameraman and a costar in one place is like herding cats. In this case, I'm not unhappy about it because it gives me more time to get back in pre-Bar shape. Tim came by instead. His hearing had gone wonderfully. The Judge was rational, and made me very happy I went to law school. He has a bunch of administrative hoops to jump through, but he should be able to back-date his claim. I played him the new song, and he likes it more than Postcards From Italy. Hmph. He napped, and I briefly laid down with him. He was also texting back and forth with a former(?) trick of his. Awwwkwarrd. There was some possibility that we might have sex, but I would have been more doing it to exhaust him for the night than for the sex itself, and I think I would have risked Timbo.


John Bradley, who I met a few years ago, wanted to come over. He had some finals to take first, so I putzed about online.

I looked up the lyrics to In This Shirt while I listened to it again, and immediately teared up. Wistful breakup songs always do that to me, but this one has the above-mentioned gorgeous melody, and the lyrics themselves are stunningly beautiful and poetic. It's about an ended relationship, so certainly be wary of that. I like it more than a normal breakup song (and I do love a good breakup song), though, because it doesn't just lament the loss of a lover. Rather, it's the loss of the relationship itself that's mourned, even recognizing that both parties will move on and maybe fall into better things.

John got there around my 5th listen, and we chatted before getting naked. I was supposed to meet another friend at Pecs at 9:30, and eventually just took John with me, since he was so reluctant to leave.


Michael, the gent I was meeting, is into gear and bondage....in fact, I think he likes the accessories more than sex, and sometimes just ties people up without having sex. I don't understand at all. We chatted for a while, I drove him home, but we didn't do anything. It had been several days and many tricks since I'd cum, so I finally just jacked off and went to bed.