Being Chill in the Dog Daze of Summer

8-11-26

Thanks to God going to Bath House today. Went to Eagle Sunday and danced like a madman...Cunningham playing oldies bringing back memories....the body never forgets.

I have a slight obsession with this kid at the gym I want to ask him out on a date.

Working on a vacation for September: reconnected with a friend with her own house in Jersey: love her but PLEASE BITCH STOP TALKING ABOUT YOUR FUCKING FAMILY PROBLEMS ALREADY! JEESH!

Only had one complete night of sobriety last week but better than nothing and today had two clients. I love my job--when it works it's soo good. When it doesn't it's the pits.

So in a "releasing mode" with "pal" Tony I couldn't cum--it was weird. I had even taken viagra!

Then later after he left: I blew a big load all trussed up with a couple of cock rings: hard as a rock!

Need to make appointmet to see urologist (Ew).

Watched Jackass the latest...it's was screamingly funny and such sick shit. Then in the kitchen I caught my dick in the damn zipper of my summer army shorts. Jeezus. My dick was bleeding. It stopped very soon after. I had a client call but there was no way...the skin on the dick is truly thin--we men and our "thin-skinned dicks"...ha ha ha.

I wonder if there is any relationship between the Columbian earthquake and Mt. Aetna erupting? The secrets of the earth...

AGAIN, dancing at the Eagle on Sunday fabulous with Cunningham playing Love is in the Air which I used hear being sung live at the Cockring back in the 80's at 3 AM in the morning...I would listen in between wandering the downstairs in search of a hot six-pack. It's so good to see guys dancing with hot six-packs showing and muscle bears (though hey are so clingy and groupy) and very clcky (is that insecurity) some maybe but also I observe some of the groups having very strong fun together. Guess I'm jealous, was never into the "group scene" (well--er). But I was on the verge and could have acted out with this hot dude and this other hot dude. We were all so close--then the one guy ran away. Shit. But it's always back to the dance, the power of the music and moving your body.

A trans-woman came up to me at the bar--just as I observed Larry the bartender trying to collect for two beer from some faggot he served who claimed he had no money. Larry: "Night Tonight Satan! So this trans woman bends toward me and repeats in my ear again and again: "My name is OCTAVIA and I LOVE everybody..." Repeating and repeating. WTF? I turned to the guy next to me "Her name is Octavia--introduce yourself." And ditched that weirdness.

Saw some dude knock some other dudes beer into another dudes chest....Oh the comedy...

Here I am living the dream under the insane reign of a troll. Heaven help us all.