All I Want For Christmas

Slightly hungover in the morning, but nothing horrible. Watched some porn in the morning, came thinking about ex's fucking other people. Vacillated on going to the gym, but since I hadn't been for the past couple days, decided to go for it. Small workout, but worth it. I saw Justin Parker there - he hadn't heard about me passing the Bar, or about doing porn. I guess he doesn't look at my facebook very much. I thought he had moved to Vegas for a drag job, but he moved for his day job, and will be back after a year.

I had maybe been supposed to get together with Norman, but I really wasn't up to it. Robert O'Leary came by around 3:30, and we caught up. I told him about what's been going on with Tim, and about the little 22 y/o that likes me. He half-joked that the problem with the 22 y/o is that he treats me too well. He invited me to Xmas with his parents, but only inasmuch as I didn't already have plans. Since I did, it was an offer, not a request.

Tim texted at 4, wishing me a happy holiday. A few back and forth, and I finally just told him to come over. We chatted a bit - he had dropped Mark off at Ken's place...er...down the street from Ken's place...yeah. I told him I think he's slept with Ken. We also fucked. It was nice. Or maybe it was just that extra shot of vodka to stay drunk so the hangover doesn't hit. He pretended to cum in me twice, and joked that he had only narrowly avoided my 6 hour rule. I came for him, we hung out talking a little longer. He still thinks someone fucked with me as a young'un. I can only own things I know happened, not things that might have happened. Either way, though, I'm obviously functional, so does it really matter?

We were coupley - he browsed the books that Chip bought him, I rubbed his back. I wanted to go for Round Two of sex, but he wasn't up to it. I (very very very) wisely resisted the temptation to ask him if he'd be interested in trying an open relationship. Even if I can consistently keep my jealousy on its leash when he fucks other people, he has no plans of ever moving off his boat, and I have no plans of ever moving onto it.

Eventually, he took off. Had some boat stuff to do or somesuch. I looked after he left, and sure enough, he had been online earlier. Not sure if or when he actually fucked someone else though. He lies when the truth would do, and I'm still happy with my decision to have him over/fuck him.

Matt McMann was supposed to have me over for an early holiday thing, but I texted him and never got a response. Big Eric had canceled the thing at his place early in the morning. Kenric texted to ask what I was doing - I told him I'd been supposed to got to Matt's but hadn't heard from him. Kenric texted again about 15 min later that he was ready to go whenever I was. What? 1) I'm not your social planner. 2) I just fucking told you I wasn't going.

Big Eric texted around 9, asking what I was up to. Getting ready to go to FHA's - you should get ready, too. An hour later, I still hadn't heard from him, so I texted again. He was just missing a shirt, and Kenric was texting asking to come. No. Shoo. We talked about Kenric in the car; the night of the holiday party I brought him to, he'd been going on about all the many holiday parties he was going to, cooking for, etc. etc. But he didn't invite us to any of them. I don't know if he was just between events now, or the others had fallen through or something, but reciprocity is important when it comes to these things. Otherwise I feel like a pimp, and every bathroom wall in town will tell you I'm a whore, not a pimp.

We talked about Tim and Mark on the way to FHA's. He like, totally didn't remember Mark, and I finally just told him Mark was the one he'd begged for drugs. OH thaaaat Mark! Why do people feign ignorance about things we both know?

FHA was good and squeaked when we got there, Aimee was annoyed because....um....booze. There was nothing vegan, so I had some wine instead. Not terribly surprising - I had been a maybe until the day before, and even last year when I was one of the first to respond, there had been 1 thing. Touchingly, they had gotten me a stocking, though, even though I decided not to participate in the gift exchange. Tofurky sausages and vegan cookies. Awwwww! Big Eric had a good time, for these not being his people, I had a good conversation about relationships with FHA, to be continued tomorrow. We also mentioned drug use - for some reason, he thought my experimentation had ventured beyond E, G, and weed. I'm not sure why, or to what, but he seemed sure of it. Aren't those enough?

Around midnight, Bir Eric wanted to go see his new beau, Jason, sing. He's the new karaoke host at Flick's. I hadn't been to karaoke since Tom Doyle was host. The guys there are, for the most part, really really good. Jason even sang Mariah Carey's "All I Want For Christmas Is You" since I requested it. I sang, but didn't do a very good job. There was talk of an afterparty, and we waited outside. Jason was maybe being polite, or maybe flirting with two other guys. Eventually, he left the other guys and came with us.

One of his friends, a large queeny black man, joined us at his place. Jason has a little curly haired dog, and was dog sitting another young lady. It was sort of messy, but nothing terrible. We hung out drinking and chatting and listening to music until 5 am or so. I thought Jason wanted us to go home, but Big Eric was pretty sure he wanted us to stay. I slept on the couch - it was nice to be around dogs.