Not The Sunday You're Looking For
May. 15th, 2016 12:00 pmHit the gym in the morning, which was the right decision to make. Weirdly, though, despite feeling fine and having great music, I only managed about 5 miles on the elliptical after some muscle work.
Robert O'Leary had asked to walk the farmer's market with me, and George Mueller asked if someone would bring him coffee, so I met Robert at Filter and walked next door to meet George. The farmer's market now bans dogs, which eliminates basically any chance I'll ever go back. Unfortunate. Robert, who did well in school, passed the Bar on the first try, and was fired with no reason given from his first job, now lives in his parent's spare room. We talked about where we are vs where others are. "At least I'm not drowning" is still poor consolation for doggy paddling at the Olympics.
Didn't really have any plans until later in the evening, for KC's roller derby, but Julian started texting me in the early afternoon. He asked if I'd had sex with anyone since I fucked him on Tuesday. Well, yes, but we're not together, so that's none of your business. He "threatened" to cancel on Tuesday, because he has health concerns if I'm fucking around. I pointed out 1) that it only hurt him to flake on work. I can always find a replacement. And 2) he'd gotten two STDs while we were together, and neither from me. He backed off after that, told me he'd called in. I picked him up, though he'd already been drinking. We flip fucked at my place. He still doesn't have the hang of getting cleaned up for sex, so I didn't top much. I shot *everywhere* - the walls, his chest, his face, his hair, the cat.....go me! He couldn't cum, and again kept apologizing for it despite my repeated insistence that I don't care.
Billy had invited me to Babycakes, but was gone by the time I got there. I ran into Collen, who it turns out I've been fucking since I still used condoms. I wanna make a movie with him. Not a pro one, but probably involving a cameraman. I also ran into Zach Shumake and his friend visiting from PDX, and I saw Fernando, though he declined to say hi. After that, everything gets fuzzy. :-/
Robert O'Leary had asked to walk the farmer's market with me, and George Mueller asked if someone would bring him coffee, so I met Robert at Filter and walked next door to meet George. The farmer's market now bans dogs, which eliminates basically any chance I'll ever go back. Unfortunate. Robert, who did well in school, passed the Bar on the first try, and was fired with no reason given from his first job, now lives in his parent's spare room. We talked about where we are vs where others are. "At least I'm not drowning" is still poor consolation for doggy paddling at the Olympics.
Didn't really have any plans until later in the evening, for KC's roller derby, but Julian started texting me in the early afternoon. He asked if I'd had sex with anyone since I fucked him on Tuesday. Well, yes, but we're not together, so that's none of your business. He "threatened" to cancel on Tuesday, because he has health concerns if I'm fucking around. I pointed out 1) that it only hurt him to flake on work. I can always find a replacement. And 2) he'd gotten two STDs while we were together, and neither from me. He backed off after that, told me he'd called in. I picked him up, though he'd already been drinking. We flip fucked at my place. He still doesn't have the hang of getting cleaned up for sex, so I didn't top much. I shot *everywhere* - the walls, his chest, his face, his hair, the cat.....go me! He couldn't cum, and again kept apologizing for it despite my repeated insistence that I don't care.
Billy had invited me to Babycakes, but was gone by the time I got there. I ran into Collen, who it turns out I've been fucking since I still used condoms. I wanna make a movie with him. Not a pro one, but probably involving a cameraman. I also ran into Zach Shumake and his friend visiting from PDX, and I saw Fernando, though he declined to say hi. After that, everything gets fuzzy. :-/