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thepnutgalleryI was a little tired at work. Got a good, but not a great workout in at lunch. I do abs every day, biceps and legs one day, chest and...? the next. I did some cardio. I decided to take the day off from sex, or maybe even a couple days off. Emailed with Chip back and forth. Felt like a bit of a dick, bitching to this guy that loves me about a guy that doesn't love me. On the other hand, he was still chuckling a couple hours later about my tale of the time in 2009 when I went three *whole weeks* without sex. I'm sure that tale will fade into legend, someday.
I was supposed to get together with Dave Swietlik for dinner at 6. We've gotten together a couple times over the years; he was first a trick that I came for even though I didn't want to, and now is a friend. He's retired, but glanced over my profile and resume from an employer's view a while back. More recently, he started using. He texted me at 2:30 to confirm 6pm at Rancho's. I texted him at 5 to see if he wanted to get together a little earlier. Never heard from him, so I stuck to the plan. He hadn't shown by 6:10, so I called him. No answer. I left at 6:15. Getting stood up always sucks, even when it's by a friend, and even when that friend is a meth head. Not, I suppose, as much as standing a friend up because you're coming down from meth.
Tim texted me - he's still sick. Something going on in his throat. He's taking bets I'm going to get all 4 versions of the flu before the end of the season, made some joke about whatever's in his throat coming from all those guys he sucked off at the park. I mentioned that Jonathan and Adam had both also gotten sick, he asked if he'd sucked them off, and I said I couldn't see much through the haze of red. Convo stopped there. I'm still feeling like I'm cheating on him when I fuck other people, which is beyond batshit crazy.
I happened to catch a post by Tori Roze that she was going to Bourbon Street for an acoustic set. I haven't been to Bourbon since Richard Britton was fired from there, but thought it would be nice to see Tori Roze again. This is something I might get from Ken - indirectly, but from him. He liked doing stuff, but wouldn't do anything at all, ever, without at least one friend. If he couldn't find a friend who could afford it & was free, he'd sit home and mope about not being able to go. I go to things I want to go to, because I want to go to them. If others join me, so much the better. I texted FHA to see if he wanted to join, but he was editing. Thought about texting Jonathan Todd Seaman, but outside of blowing me kisses at the gym, inviting me out to dinner the once, and having me pay another time, I don't get anything on this side. That is, I'll text him and get very short answers, he never texts me. Also, I'm a mess and going on trips soon, and have no business trying to get into a rebound relationship with a child.
The set was sparsely attended, and mostly by awesome lesbians. One of them, Indio, danced with me. Tori's girlfriend was also in the audience, which was a lovely surprise. She even changed her song about cheating on a partner to be "her" instead of "him." She also recognized me; wants to give me stuff for contributing to her kickstarter. That's nice, but just that she recognized me was more than enough. Shawna from Rocky was there, so I sat next to her. The set flew by surprisingly fast. I heard something about Bourbon having a new one drink minimum policy, but outside of asking if I wanted anything when I got there, they never said anything. I want to support Bourbon having these nights, even if I'm iffy about supporting Bourbon, so I went ahead and bought a drink.
FHA had texted when I got out - some of my journal entries have been showing up as public. Maybe subconscious on my part, as I've been thinking about making my journal public again. It's not like LJ is really a big thing anymore, and it's not like someone reading my journal would know it was me just from reading it. But it's my journal, for me, and if people want to read it, they can ask to read it.
Laid down to go to sleep at home, and was immediately seized by a racing heart and raging hard on. Jerking off was strangely unsatisfactory.
I was supposed to get together with Dave Swietlik for dinner at 6. We've gotten together a couple times over the years; he was first a trick that I came for even though I didn't want to, and now is a friend. He's retired, but glanced over my profile and resume from an employer's view a while back. More recently, he started using. He texted me at 2:30 to confirm 6pm at Rancho's. I texted him at 5 to see if he wanted to get together a little earlier. Never heard from him, so I stuck to the plan. He hadn't shown by 6:10, so I called him. No answer. I left at 6:15. Getting stood up always sucks, even when it's by a friend, and even when that friend is a meth head. Not, I suppose, as much as standing a friend up because you're coming down from meth.
Tim texted me - he's still sick. Something going on in his throat. He's taking bets I'm going to get all 4 versions of the flu before the end of the season, made some joke about whatever's in his throat coming from all those guys he sucked off at the park. I mentioned that Jonathan and Adam had both also gotten sick, he asked if he'd sucked them off, and I said I couldn't see much through the haze of red. Convo stopped there. I'm still feeling like I'm cheating on him when I fuck other people, which is beyond batshit crazy.
I happened to catch a post by Tori Roze that she was going to Bourbon Street for an acoustic set. I haven't been to Bourbon since Richard Britton was fired from there, but thought it would be nice to see Tori Roze again. This is something I might get from Ken - indirectly, but from him. He liked doing stuff, but wouldn't do anything at all, ever, without at least one friend. If he couldn't find a friend who could afford it & was free, he'd sit home and mope about not being able to go. I go to things I want to go to, because I want to go to them. If others join me, so much the better. I texted FHA to see if he wanted to join, but he was editing. Thought about texting Jonathan Todd Seaman, but outside of blowing me kisses at the gym, inviting me out to dinner the once, and having me pay another time, I don't get anything on this side. That is, I'll text him and get very short answers, he never texts me. Also, I'm a mess and going on trips soon, and have no business trying to get into a rebound relationship with a child.
The set was sparsely attended, and mostly by awesome lesbians. One of them, Indio, danced with me. Tori's girlfriend was also in the audience, which was a lovely surprise. She even changed her song about cheating on a partner to be "her" instead of "him." She also recognized me; wants to give me stuff for contributing to her kickstarter. That's nice, but just that she recognized me was more than enough. Shawna from Rocky was there, so I sat next to her. The set flew by surprisingly fast. I heard something about Bourbon having a new one drink minimum policy, but outside of asking if I wanted anything when I got there, they never said anything. I want to support Bourbon having these nights, even if I'm iffy about supporting Bourbon, so I went ahead and bought a drink.
FHA had texted when I got out - some of my journal entries have been showing up as public. Maybe subconscious on my part, as I've been thinking about making my journal public again. It's not like LJ is really a big thing anymore, and it's not like someone reading my journal would know it was me just from reading it. But it's my journal, for me, and if people want to read it, they can ask to read it.
Laid down to go to sleep at home, and was immediately seized by a racing heart and raging hard on. Jerking off was strangely unsatisfactory.
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