Going Deeper (Inside Strange Men)

This entry is skipped one place out of line. The conversation with the same friend immediately before this text, was the portion of text about the gumjob. So that part of the conversation came up and knelt down in front of me this week... and I'm going to just leave this into gossiping-to-gay-pervy-friend fomat, with some interposed video. One of the things I love about the blog forum, is being able to say, "You know what? Today is going to be Haiku Day. Fucking deal.  Give me all your breath.  Surrender your throat; submit - Let me fuck your soul.  It doesn't always have to be exactly the same narrative voice and the same expository formula. It can be stylistic experiments. I can write and have fun and be weird.  "And another pervy fascinated idea... but I'll probably have video of this one within a couple of weeks, because it's (a) easy, and (b) I can talk guys into this, I'm sure... "I want you to be the Whitehead gag for me. I want you to hold him...

I've been chatting with a couple of different guys on Grindr - and tonight, neither of them show up. This isn't surprising, but it's always kind of an annoying letdown - I do enjoy the hot chat as a thing in its own right, and I try not to put too much weight on hoping for guys to show up, but still. My dick kind of gets its little horny mind set on a particular game, and then that doesn't happen, and I have to find a different scenario.  I wander around the mazes, check out the sauna, play with a couple of cute Latino boys. I don't ask their permission to post, so I'm not going into details - but it's fun, realizing that I have a little bit of the bathhouse equivalent of restaurant Spanish. Chupame. Abre la boca... Dame tu culo . They're cute. One of them has never had poppers before, and he REAAALLLY likes them. Later on, I find him and give him a little bottle I have extra, and it makes his night.  So, I see this cute boy in the showers. Pale skin, ni...

 We had a fun night at the theater - a remarkably well done production of Sweeney Todd - and I wasn't quite done. While my husband went home, I stopped by the Eagle. I have some fun just hanging out - I pass a delightful long conversation with a friend of mine about how I use mushrooms for my mental health therapy (please email me if you want the link to that blog) and I make out with a couple of hot guys, and one guy I play with breath-passing, and stroking his energy meridians, and then the big pierced dick that flopped out of his shorts... I have no sense whatsoever that this has anything to do with actual magical power that surges through the body, but until I can find a complete rational explanation of HOW it works, I'm just going to continue to use the metaphor of "moving sexual energy" and enjoy the fact THAT it works... and that was a lot of fun.  Then, this handsome muscly boy comes up to me, and just kind of... stops. Like he's giving me his ...