My best friend finally turns 21 and has a birthday bash at this club in the city. It was fun, I had a great time. Those who were closest to him, including myself, threw him a small but surprise party where we got him a red velvet cake. I don’t want to brag but he was a lucky dude that night. I got 3 cakes and 2 bottle of Champaign. It was a fun night. I dance, he dance everybody seen to have enjoyed themselves.
On the mist of my time in the club I got reconnected with an old friend at the club. As a show of his token of appreciation we talk, and re-exchange number and twitter. He even manage to sexual by licking cake icing of my finger. Later he told me he still thinks about me. I turn to him, hug him and ask him what about me he thinks about. He suddenly got control of himself and say I am lying am messing with am drunk, I could not care less so I told him whatever. But truth is drunk or not he does have feeling for me.
I wonder if it was because how I looked. Every since my body transformation I have been feeling spotted. Even at the gym with those I am crushing on. I don’t want my body to speak for me. But for some reason, day by day, I am letting it do all the deciding. I don’t want to be those men whit a nice body but can’t hold a proper conversation. That is not me. That is what I hate, but more and more I find myself turning in one of them. a pain but whatever.

rain on me

Dreadful weather conditions bring out the sentimental side of the 21th century gay men. All of the sudden they want passionate sex, want to hold and hug and cuddle, under the heavy rain falls, snow storms or gusty, tree breaking, winds. I guess it’s the thought of sharing the “end of the world” or the lock inside moment with someone. But any other days it’s back to square one, right where they started. I don’t blame them; I blame how this game is and played out.