Adulting

While thoughts of Schmerber are not keeping me from fucking, they do have me thinking about my living space. My major goal is to get rid of my costume box. I keep all my costumey things in a large cardboard box. A large cardboard box that's falling apart. At this point, I need to empty it out every time I look for something. I'm not actually sure what I'm going to do with it, but I thought I'd start with the 3 drawer bins from Big Lots. I did the dishes, took out the trash and recycling, vaccuumed and picked up the living room, then headed over to Point Loma. Unfortunately, they don't carry them anymore. I bought some other stuff I needed - spices, chips for Hover, Splenda. Stopped by the gym on the way back, ran into Dean there. Dean is a well endowed sub. I've fucked him before, and his partner as well. I mentioned that I hadn't been in the mood for sex lately, so of course he texted me as soon as he left that I should come over for playtime. Careful the things you say, on the off hand chance that people will have been listening this time, but it's much more likely they'll hear some key words and make up the rest. Not quite Sondheim, I know.

I actually put away all the things I bought. Okay, 90% of them. Progress, I suppose. Steven agreed to the shoot the next day, so I was going to take it easy. Bryan invited me over for pre-drinks and bear night, so I accepted the former. Getting out and being social is important, particularly for someone like me, who is, depending on who you ask, an extrovert/empath/psychic vampire. I chatted with Bryan and Clinton and drank a glass of 2 Buck Chuck. Clinton is having a hard time adjusting to the social scene in SD, and had a terrible Pride. On the one hand, he can always text me for plans. On the other, I don't get out anywhere near as much as I used to. A couple other friends joined, and I happened to see Matt and his bf Nick on my way out.