tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56735092011-04-21T23:53:30.418-04:00the shower rooman equivocal sounding boardshowernoreply@blogger.comBlogger2401100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673509.post-1164951334064511242006-12-01T00:12:00.000-05:002006-12-01T00:35:34.736-05:00Life Goes OnOver the past three and a half years of blogging, I learned so much about my self, others, life. I shared a part of me: I loved. I wanted to be loved. I lived. And I also lived vicariously. I shared happiness, sadness. I was honest. Uninhibited. Passionate.Over the past 12 months, I blogged less and less. I always thought I would come back to it in the same way when I first started inshowernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673509.post-1144939543106774212006-04-13T09:57:00.000-04:002006-04-13T10:45:46.856-04:00I'm still ALIVE!This morning, I had this vision of myself at a friend's cottage up north. Half asleep under the shade, relaxing on a hammock, an easy Sunday morning.I'm not alone. I'm resting my head on someone's chest. The wind gently shifts us from side-to-side. And then, the sun moves in. The rays are so blindingly bright. But, I don't shun it away.That's how good I feel... (minus the guy I showernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673509.post-1138746779331998242006-01-31T17:32:00.000-05:002006-04-19T14:59:45.416-04:00I Can't Make You Love Me, I Can Only Love MeI've spent so much effort and time getting others to like me when all that mattered was that I loved myself.The importance of loving oneself is something I've heard many times before, emphasized; and, I do. It was sudden when it took a higher meaning.I'm in great spirits these past few months, especially after New Year's. I'm having my fun, spending showernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673509.post-1136298138516236562006-01-03T09:01:00.000-05:002006-01-18T13:41:41.986-05:002005: Best Films of the YearHere is my annual top 10 best films of 2005. This post will be updated over the next few days.1. CrashMany have not forgiven the film's slight contrivances. Look past this and you will see that the film supplies goosebumps-inducing scenes one after another as it deals with racial prejudice in the present North American society.This films stands very strongly with showernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673509.post-1135883447093165542005-12-29T14:05:00.000-05:002005-12-29T14:48:35.676-05:002005: Best Singles of the YearInstead of compiling a list for best albums for 2005, I've decided to do Singles instead. It'll be easier for everyone to relate to a single than an entire album, n'est pas?As you will see, I focused on mainstream material. Here's my Top 10:1. Gold Digger by Kanye West featuring Jamie FoxThere's really no need for me to justify my #1 choice. It's funny and off-beat, showernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673509.post-1133898363927480202005-12-11T00:11:00.000-05:002005-12-10T22:11:55.043-05:00Double PenetrationI'm pretty wild in bed. I can honestly admit this with assured confidence. I mean... damn, I'm good sex. I wish I could fuck me.I do have boundaries though... like scat or anything involving deliberate and intense pain. So when it comes to 'double penetration', I just don't go there - either as one of two pitchers, or the very accomodating catcher.I've seen guys fuck that way showernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673509.post-1134052236728193072005-12-08T09:28:00.000-05:002005-12-08T09:30:36.730-05:00Double PenetrationI said I was going to post a new entry to the SHOWER Room, but I had to do a rewrite... the topic is a tad risque. Come back later today?showernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673509.post-1133367309562915032005-11-30T11:14:00.000-05:002006-04-19T15:16:48.530-04:00...And That Was ThatMusclegod and I followed different ideals. I couldn't support him in his quest. Not that I didn't try; I was at the point where I started to compromise myself... which ofcourse is never a good thing.Those were the signs. Despite recognizing them, I still hoped for the best.The truth is... it was Musclegod's decision not to pursue further. I thought I would be the one to walk showernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673509.post-1133065224788523132005-11-26T23:19:00.000-05:002006-04-19T15:16:19.953-04:00Pride & PrejudiceHappy Birthday to me. Today, I turn 28. I feel good. I wasn't feeling quite so cheery earlier when I realized that the majority of people on my list have forgotten my big day. I blame the cool weather. But, c'est la vie.*****I went to see 'Pride & Prejudice', a film based on the novel of the same name by Jane Austin. It's one of those feel-great movies, the type of film where youshowernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673509.post-1130949101870546322005-11-02T11:32:00.000-05:002005-11-03T01:30:02.950-05:00The Best Days of My LifeStepping out of Musclegod's car, I tell him, "Thank you..." I paused. I wanted to say more. I was going to hold back, but I'm quickly reminded of what he had said to me in bed the night before: "People are afraid of love. Don't be afraid."So I continue, "Thankyou... you gave me one of the best nights of my life."With the expression on his face, Musclegod was clearly showernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673509.post-1130257906391734132005-10-31T00:11:00.000-05:002005-10-31T08:38:30.740-05:00Helping A Co-Worker Come Out of the Closet"For me to finally have the courage to pick up the phone to call you, it's liberating!" The Lawyer tells me at the beginning of our conversation. Earlier that afternoon, he asked for my home number. "If I only knew you were listed on the phone book, I would've called you months and months ago."To hear these words come out from a co-worker, I confess that showernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673509.post-1130189560260324052005-10-25T12:36:00.000-04:002005-10-25T12:33:25.176-04:00Coming Out"Grace, I'm gay." I said shyly. I was scared.We were having such exuberant fun that night. But I wasn't being myself completely. I was still holding back. And so, impulsively, while my friend Grace was driving me home one early weekend morning, I disclosed the hidden me.There was silence."What did you say?" Grace is asking me to repeat. I didn't want to."I'm... gay." I was almost showernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673509.post-1129562601283458862005-10-17T15:15:00.000-04:002005-10-17T15:11:57.803-04:00Sleepovers with MusclegodYes, he's a bit of a weirdo; but, the sex is great. The kisses are awesome. He's hot. He's (muscularly) strong. He's intelligent. He's thoughtful. He (seemingly) has a heart of gold. He's giving. He's loving. He's full of passion. He's very special.I think it was when he lifted me over his head like a beachball and put me over his shoulder that I finally caught on to it. showernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673509.post-1129053245166284002005-10-11T15:47:00.000-04:002005-10-12T12:46:56.793-04:00The Highly Intuitive Earth NativeA teacher, a writer, a dancer, a singer, a corporate whatever he says he was... I'm learning more and more about the enigma I've nicknamed Musclegod. What a fascinating character! For one thing, I learned that technically he can't read my mind. It was somewhat of a letdown when I actually discovered for myself. I guess I was just ready to believe.Nonetheless, he showernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673509.post-1128355883696367122005-10-03T14:02:00.000-04:002005-10-05T14:35:24.140-04:00The Man Who Could Read My MindI met someone who could read my mind. It's insanely mindblowing. I'm not even sure how to describe it. I'm still absorbing the shock of it all.It happened on Saturday night. I was readying myself for a quiet evening when my phone rings. It was a booty call from out of the blue. *Musclegod*, a guy who I've been chatting with on MSN Messenger, is asking for a get showernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673509.post-1127321559419678602005-09-22T15:46:00.000-04:002005-09-22T15:45:59.100-04:00The First Day of Fall My absence has been due to restlessness.September was a busy month for me for many obligations. It came roaring, and I took in all the insanity waiting to reflect when the storm was over. I took about two weeks off work. I wanted to indulge. That's exactly what I did.So the storm is over and I'm sitting here tweedling my thumbs.As for what I did... I feasted on culture. showernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673509.post-1127324841374534752005-09-21T13:55:00.000-04:002005-09-21T13:47:21.443-04:00Having and Not Having GutsThis afternoon, walking out of a bookstore, I was stopped by a man who I noticed had been eyeing me the entire time while I was browsing for a book.Somewhat confused, I obliged to yield. Then he says he's from the "undercover Federal" whatever it was. He shows identification. It doesn't look legit. He's not bad looking, not my type, but I'm amused so I play along."You showernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673509.post-1125324847370542012005-08-29T10:16:00.000-04:002005-08-29T10:14:07.430-04:00Strike Three, You're Out!Rockboy has been inviting me to spend a quiet and relaxing weekend with him, out of town, at his new house. He has been persistent. This weekend, I finally accepted his invitation only to be stood up by him.Men!He called much later on to apologize.... but why have I allowed myself to get into this mess? I have myself to blame. Really.On the flipside, I'm glad I wasn't showernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673509.post-1125069944846361822005-08-26T12:49:00.000-04:002005-08-29T09:25:39.146-04:00Miscellaneous Thoughts on Keeping BusyI was given a new designation at work, a promotion.I bought myself a new expensive toy.I started a new book.I bought a wicked CD.I just saw some classic films.I had a good workout last night.And tonight, I will be speaking at a volunteer open house.They (the organization) asked me. I was touched.So you see, I've kept busy after the whole HorseHung ordeal.I showernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673509.post-1124822661073010762005-08-24T12:42:00.000-04:002005-08-29T09:21:14.980-04:00A Meme ChallengeAs per Addaboy, I was tagged for a meme challenge. I really don't know what the purpose of this is, but it'd be rude of me not to entertain the invitation. Let's hope I don't get anymore of these from other bloggers. Here goes:The instructions are so: List ten songs that you are currently digging ... it doesn't matter what genre they are from, whether they have words, or even if showernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673509.post-1124810138021262602005-08-23T11:14:00.000-04:002005-08-25T09:43:11.066-04:00Book Review The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time by Mark HaddonI just finished this book so it's quite fresh in my mind. The cute guy working at Starbucks highly recommended it. The next time I run into him, we have something of substance to talk about.The events unfold with a murder mystery as told through the eyes of Christopher Boone, an autistic 15-year-old. I shouldn't give too showernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673509.post-1124379104472328902005-08-18T12:23:00.000-04:002005-08-18T14:44:40.303-04:00More Adventures in MontrealScuba was nursing a bruised ego, recently having been dumped by ShyGuy, his boyfriend of over 3 years. He needed to keep busy.He knew that HorseHung and I weren't doing too well either. I pretty much called it kaputs and was in the process of walking away to save myself unscathed. I needed to keep busy.Hence, we went to Montreal. Spur of the moment. My second time this showernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673509.post-1124134435688062812005-08-15T15:23:00.000-04:002005-08-15T15:33:55.696-04:00Images of Montrealshowernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673509.post-1123851824176267722005-08-13T00:26:00.000-04:002005-08-15T15:10:42.946-04:00Book Reviews I apologize for the heavy content of the previous post. It was on my mind and I had to unload. Thanks for the many messages of advice and support. I will pass it on.*****I thought I should post something I don't normally post here: book reviews. I've done a fair bit of reading over the summer. Roughly 8 books in less than three months. However, since I got an impromptu invite to showernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673509.post-1123779413901607702005-08-11T12:56:00.000-04:002005-08-11T13:01:11.260-04:00When Is It Acceptable to Give Someone GHB Without their Knowledge?The answer is NEVER.When I found myself in trouble two years ago, my friend Psychicman was there for me. Two years later, it seems that the tables have turned. Psychicman is in trouble, and I'm doing my best to help.Here's a brief synopsis of what took place:* Late night at a park, a childhood friend: DaddyBigDick, gave Psychicman showernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673509.post-1123596991845889692005-08-09T10:19:00.000-04:002005-08-09T10:22:16.750-04:00Come Back TomorrowJust A Joke:A skinny little white guy goes into an elevator, looks up and sees this HUGE black guy standing next to him. The big guy sees the little guy staring at him, looks down and says: "7 feet tall, 350 pounds, 20 inch private, 3 pound left testicle, 3 pound right testicle, Turner Brown." The white man faints and falls to the floor. The big guy kneels down, shaking him. Theshowernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673509.post-1123092273565961372005-08-03T14:04:00.000-04:002005-08-03T14:05:49.540-04:00Pride Weekend in Montreal - part twoI had reservations about going to Montreal. I didn't care to go, I can party in my own city just fine. But HorseHung wanted me to join him and I, truly wanting to spend time with him, reluctantly said yes.With the invite, I approached the weekend as an open opportunity to get to know HorseHung further, to establish a firmer foundation in our mint-fresh showernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673509.post-1123038881104444812005-08-02T23:09:00.000-04:002005-08-03T09:49:38.943-04:00Pride Weekend in MontrealHave you ever had one of those moments when you had so much fun... only to realize that the person you're with didn't have fun nearly as much as you did?When he tells you of his unenthusiastic testimony, a replay of the events with a different spin, it discolours your own experience. The memory, when you look back, isn't as pleasant anymore. It's tainted.My long weekend showernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673509.post-1122646937148190912005-07-29T10:21:00.000-04:002005-07-29T10:25:56.423-04:00Taking a Plunge for Montreal PrideHorseHung invited me to spend an entire weekend with him in Montreal. "Listen, I'd really love for you to be there with me."(NB* he used the word love)To make matters complicated, it will be a sea of sexual cannibalism as Montreal hosts Diverscite: Pride Weekend. Whatever it is that I'm starting to develop with HorseHung, it will be put to a gruesome showernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673509.post-1122524018223495162005-07-28T00:05:00.000-04:002005-07-28T09:01:16.596-04:00Pride Weekend in WindsorWhen Scuba and ShyGuy broke up two months earlier, Scuba and I made plans to visit his Mom down south as well as celebrate Pride party weekend in Windsor.There were two "things" that we brought along during our roadtrip that was unforeseen:#1) Ken - Scuba's 18-year old son from Northern Ontario who's currently staying with him for the entire summer (Scuba was 18 when he showernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673509.post-1122474932000631202005-07-27T10:35:00.000-04:002005-07-27T10:47:30.566-04:00Butler of HonourJust twenty minutes ago, I got a phonecall from Sunshine Girl. "There is something I have to ask you," she says timidly. We haven't talked in weeks. She has been in rehab, but my reply as always is: "Ofcourse, ask me anything!" "Will you be my Butler of Honour?"I replied 'yes' without truly understanding. Butler of Honour?"July 1, 2006!" She shrieks in excitement over the phone. showernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673509.post-1122302982356496712005-07-25T10:47:00.000-04:002005-07-27T16:03:08.566-04:00Look Who's Back...Welcome back to the blogging world, Big Dick Boy. I missed ya.showernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673509.post-1121783514561764262005-07-19T10:28:00.000-04:002005-07-19T10:49:14.896-04:00Lala LandI am in Lala Land. It's been awhile since I've been in Lala Land. It's nice.Things with HorseHung are going really well. Still, it's too early for anything. But I feel good about him and about who I am when I'm with him. I'm not trying to impress anyone. It's liberating.Right now, I'm going with the flow of what feels right, keeping in mind that balance of 'responsiblity' as well as showernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673509.post-1121401993999389132005-07-15T00:27:00.000-04:002005-07-15T09:50:19.040-04:00Re: Comments To Anonymous: After years of self-mutilation, I finally found a place of comfort in admitting that I love myself, and that I am entitled to receive love like the one I am willing to give.How sad that this is looked down upon as narcissistic/egotistical.Your comment is unfair on the basis that you judge me just as quickly. Having said that, I am appreciative and thankful that you tookshowernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673509.post-1121285823336820032005-07-13T16:17:00.000-04:002005-07-13T16:20:32.543-04:00Meet HorseHungDespite recently writing about sex here, here and here, I confess I don't have much of it. Honest!I'm comfortable. Just because I can get laid whenever I want, doesn't mean I'll whore around. I can wait for sex to be special. I can be patient.Having said that... there is a new handsome man who appeared in my life: *HorseHung* (the alias amuses me, so for now I'll use it to refer to showernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673509.post-1120852671501807442005-07-12T09:19:00.000-04:002005-07-12T09:17:42.650-04:00Come Back Tomorrow for an Updateshowernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673509.post-1120887710929869332005-07-09T01:41:00.000-04:002005-07-09T01:48:06.010-04:00When is Sex Just Sex?I fucked him.It was 7 years in the making. He was my biggest fantasy. For a time, my feelings for him were crazy insane.Ironically, as it turned out, our bedroom union was not the romantic, emotional, heartpounding event I dreamt it would be. No complaints though. The sex was good, a bit anticlimatic actually. I find it somewhat sad that it didn't amount to much (in terms of showernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673509.post-1120657178703853182005-07-06T09:39:00.000-04:002005-07-06T12:45:38.360-04:00An Unfilfilling Fulfilled FantasyOn Sunday morning, he phones me. He's thinking of driving up north, crossing the border. It was out of the blue. It was nice that Muscle T thought of me. "Sure, come up. I'd love to see ya." I tell him.I was very excited. He was my fantasy. After 11 months, we re-unite.It was late afternoon, finally, that he arrived at my apartment with luggage in hand. It seems showernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673509.post-1120141548682101482005-06-30T10:24:00.000-04:002005-06-30T10:31:02.106-04:00The Alcoholic/Addict BestFriendAt past 10:30 Friday night Pride weekend, amongst the happy energy at the Beer garden, my cell rings. I thought about ignoring her call. It's Sunshine Girl, my "bestfriend" (I use that term loosely now; we used to be very close). I have residual anger towards her for her neglect and selfishness. But, she hasn't made much effort to communicate over the past few showernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673509.post-1119449428137429992005-06-24T14:07:00.000-04:002005-06-24T18:45:37.570-04:00Pride in the CitySo after heading out to the bars last night, I took home a pre-pride weekend fuck. Our get-together was unexpectedly swift, efficient, and to-the-point. Barely any words were said. I can't quite say it's the most satisfying shag, it was void of emotion. Nonetheless, it was a satisfying precursor for the next few days.I'm not really sure if I kicked him out or if he kicked himselfshowernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673509.post-1119452440631103732005-06-23T10:12:00.000-04:002005-06-23T10:05:45.803-04:00The Friendship of Fart Boy and Dildo Boy Like a beacon of light through dark days, that's what I've been to my friends, a strong pillar of support. Sometimes you watch them make the same mistakes over and over. Sometimes you interfere. Sometimes you wait for them to come to you when they're ready. But always, you let them know that you're a bright light that will be on their side through thick showernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673509.post-1119370952115407092005-06-21T12:53:00.000-04:002005-06-21T12:53:40.716-04:00To My Dad: For Starting to See the LightI took this picture yesterday evening. As I walked along the grass, away from the darker reaches of the park, towards a sun peeking through tree branches, I was quickly reminded of my Dad earlier in the day.For Father's Day, I treked it home. We (my brothers and sisters) got my Dad a portable massage chair. I think he liked the gift very much.My Dad and I showernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673509.post-1113330633855999562005-06-15T12:39:00.000-04:002005-06-16T10:41:58.986-04:00Fun in the Shower Room: SUBMISSION #19 Here we go again. More bathtub fun.*****SUBMISSION #19In time for Baltimore Pride, here we have Jimmy from Maryland (AKA Wonderboy).This is actually the second set of photos that Wonderboy submitted to the SHOWER Room. I asked Jimmy to re-do his photos as they were blurry and grainy. This second take includes soapsuds. What a sport!What can I say about showernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673509.post-1118679678648496942005-06-13T02:09:00.000-04:002005-06-13T14:09:17.943-04:00The Unrealized PotentialI'm updating you on Muscle T, though not 2 months later as I initially predicted.As promised, he has kept in touch. We have spoken (though sporadically) over the course of 10 months. We have started to get to know each other, though I confess he's still quite alien to me.What can I say about Muscle T? I found him super sexy.It's been almost a year with no physical contact,showernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673509.post-1118415273369329372005-06-10T11:13:00.000-04:002005-06-10T21:38:22.483-04:00In Retrospect: I am Soooo Over YouAs I look back a year ago, I literally can laugh at myself for writing this.I'm almost embarrassed to re-link back to these two previous posts because I was sickeningly sappy and naive. But now that I view the circumstances from a more mature set of eyes, I feel set free for declaring my blindness. I now feel unburdened by them. (Literally, I am laughing HA HA asshowernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673509.post-1118348449625943622005-06-09T16:28:00.000-04:002005-06-09T16:31:32.300-04:00The Promise Mentally, emotionally and physically, I feel great! I feel... at peace.And more to that, I feel tremendous growth. I feel strong. I'm not talking about outward physical strength and aesthetics, but inner strength and beauty.Everytime I walk pass Church street, I stand tall and proud. Not because I think I'm drop-dead gorgeous, but because my eyes have been opened. It's been a process showernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673509.post-1118149043304150972005-06-07T13:27:00.000-04:002005-06-07T14:11:28.823-04:00Integrity in FriendshipsI have not dealt with the issue of C.C. with integrity. Refusing to hurt him, I gave a little lie that snowballed into a bigger one.It's amazing how bloggers can act as a seesaw, balancing your thoughts with a point-of-view from the other side. In my dialogue with Rob at Apt. 604, I wrote: "I've re-evaluated my action... [telling the truth] will not do any good other than showernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673509.post-1117635005026751952005-06-01T00:33:00.000-04:002005-06-01T12:29:20.546-04:00Tantric SexFor the many years I've known Sunshine Girl, it was the first time she approached me for advice on how to give great blowjobs. I've given her some good tidbits. I'm surprised it's taken this long since it's common knowledge that no one knows cock better than the homosexual male.Not that Sunshine Girl doesn't give good head, she's very confident of her swallowing 'oral' skills. As a showernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673509.post-1117469338611821192005-05-30T13:30:00.000-04:002005-06-01T11:26:29.066-04:00Lies, Lies, LiesOn Saturday morning, I was awoken by the ringing of my cell. It was C.C. He has been calling every weekend. I haven't returned his phonecalls. My last communication with him was 2 months ago when I sent him a 'Just Because' card via airmail. He was having some problems at work and he needed some cheering up.Call Display is either the greatest gift or the greatest curse God showernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673509.post-1117115409598277292005-05-26T09:57:00.000-04:002005-05-26T09:53:55.966-04:00World, Are You Ready For Me?Before I let myself out of my apartment this morning, I took a pause. I read a sign I posted at my door a few months ago. It was my my mission statement.Shielded by a smile, I firmly recited a few words. I was inspired:"World, I'm ready for you! Are you ready for me?"Just as I opened the door, a child (no older than 10 years old) was standing waiting for the elevator. showernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673509.post-1116344494729723872005-05-17T13:35:00.000-04:002005-05-17T15:32:15.340-04:00Re: Wedding InvitationWhen I write a post, deep down I secretly hope that I touch the hearts of the masses enough for them to take initiative to fire back emails telling me that they can relate. I suppose it is selfish of me to seek reaffirmation that I'm really not alone in my predicament.For the past year, with a usual post, it's been a constant three or four emails a week. So imagine my showernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673509.post-1116261540046347002005-05-16T12:40:00.000-04:002005-05-16T12:44:30.093-04:00A Road Trip to Niagara FallsI went on a little road trip with some friends over the weekend. The weather didn't cooperate as it rained and rained and rained.To be honest with you, half the fun was actually getting to Niagara Falls and stopping over little towns and wrecking havoc. While at the Falls, I lost some money at the Casino, but it was great fun nonetheless. I expected that.Come back showernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673509.post-1115821924224083102005-05-11T11:49:00.000-04:002005-05-11T11:55:26.683-04:00A Wedding InvitationOne of my work associates is getting married in about 7 weeks' time. We have become relatively close in the past 3 years. I thought it was weird that I haven't received any wedding invitations.Yesterday, while we were trading stories on what we did over the weekend, she announces almost abruptly: "If I invite you to my wedding, would you be taking a date?""Huh?" Come again? "showernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673509.post-1115649178620415822005-05-09T10:35:00.000-04:002005-05-09T10:32:58.626-04:00The Last LaughI was at a party last night. I had alot to drink so this post will be short. I just received an email from a 'girlfriend' with an attached picture of myself and this cute guy. She writes:Just so you know.... Ryan is straight ;)but here is a GREAT picture of you two... Althrough the evening, my girlfriend was telling me how hot this Ryan guy was and that they've traded numbers. I showernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673509.post-1115058289319717162005-05-02T14:32:00.000-04:002005-05-02T14:24:49.320-04:00Uncle Times ThreeLike Uncle Bob and Uncle Mak, congratulate me for I am an uncle again.First was my niece Olivia, then my nephew Jacob, and now meet Noah (pictured above, about 18 hours old) who was born Saturday night at 10:47pm on April 30th weighing in at 9 lbs and 4 ounces. Big baby.I'm looking forward to pampering Noah. I have no doubt he inherited my natural charm and charisma, my brother'sshowernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673509.post-1114793648001730062005-04-29T13:35:00.000-04:002005-04-29T13:28:42.913-04:00Above the CloudsI flew out of town for a few days to re-focus, see some friends, enjoy life for what it is. Life is short. I gotta live it ya know, live it good.The morning prior to my flight back home, I had an unpleasant exchange with one of my American friends. I became angry because he undermined my good intentions with his own agenda. He launched some hurtful ignorant words. Still, I did my showernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673509.post-1114453517081830752005-04-25T16:26:00.000-04:002005-04-29T11:32:40.816-04:00Cumming on Our Own Terms, We Co-MiserateDear Scuba;Yes, we know better but we still did alot of stupid shit this weekend, didn't we? Nonetheless, it was crazy fun getting drunk with you.Fuck! Why do we do this to ourselves? We've held on to people that do not deserve us. I cringe because of the pathetic things we do. Why do we plead to be loved? We shouldn't have to. We are led to desperate showernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673509.post-1113833495624460292005-04-18T11:16:00.000-04:002005-04-19T12:05:44.896-04:00Bird Shit on Canada's Founding Father Here's a statue of Sir John A. MacDonald in front of Queen's Park, a historic scenic green space which is home to the Ontario Legislative Assembly and seat of the Government of Ontario.***Update at 12:05pm, April 19/05: Looks like I can't update today. Work calls. Argh!showernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673509.post-1113094922585318182005-04-10T00:04:00.000-04:002005-04-12T09:50:04.673-04:00The Findings of a PsychicI'm sorry for the delay. I had to rewrite the following post, removing the more intimate details to pay respect to the privacy of my friends and family. I would've loved to have shared the barebone specifics for the better understanding of you, the visitors of the Shower Room.With this compromise, I hope that you would still find the following reading interesting. Also, showernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673509.post-1113055506881877342005-04-09T10:02:00.000-04:002005-04-18T11:16:38.023-04:00Manhattan in WinterA south view of Manhattan covered in snow, atop the Empire State Building. If you look closely, the Statue of Liberty is off to the right in the distance.Come back later for an updateshowernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673509.post-1112282707036956612005-03-31T10:31:00.000-05:002005-03-31T11:03:47.783-05:00An Encounter with a PsychicWhen it comes to the whole issue of God, angels, heaven, reincarnation/past lives, spirit guides, clairvoyance, ghosts... I've been a total skeptic. I avoid it."Blessed are those who don't see, but believe."A few of my good friends are firm believers who speak on these subjects on a regular basis. I hear them. It freaks me out slightly, but I keep quiet. I simply acceptshowernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673509.post-1112250337908072932005-03-31T01:24:00.000-05:002005-03-31T01:36:15.280-05:00Yay! I have Issues!With meditation and guided dialogue, it's been an eye-opening last few days.I found out that this illogical guilt is actually a deep rooted fear of committment. It stems from fear of being abandoned, ignited during childhood and something I have carried still at age 27. I'm glad for some progress in getting to the root of all this because I really want to go forward with life. showernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673509.post-1112032833874365182005-03-29T09:47:00.000-05:002005-03-30T10:44:34.096-05:00High Sex Drive Over the weekend, I realized I have something in common with my closest friends. We have high sex drives. We want sex as often as we can get it.Another similarity I noticed is that we're emotional at present time. Could it be that there's a correlation between sex and our emotional well-being? I haven't done much research on this, but I'm betting the connection is a very strong showernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673509.post-1112021794130105232005-03-28T09:54:00.000-05:002005-03-28T12:05:12.850-05:00Easter Fling It's tradition for me to have an Easter Fling. This year, it's *6-pack*, an out-of-towner from the west coast. Here's a snippet of a phone conversation I had with my friend Scuba last night.""Oh, I miss 6-pack. I do." I tell Scuba."I know. He was hot. I just couldn't believe his stomach.""Now, he's flown away."Pause."Guess what I'm doing right now?""What?""I'm browsing through showernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673509.post-1111163904149903632005-03-21T10:39:00.000-05:002005-03-21T10:28:31.946-05:00The Ocean of HappinessFor the lack of posts, I've been busy living life. I can't apologize.I find it less and less necessary to express my inner thoughts to the masses. I suppose this is because I actually have REAL people to talk to, real friends. They're starting to fill that void that the SHOWER Room used to fill. But this blog still plays a special role in my need to share of myself.I'm showernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673509.post-1110684415350481072005-03-12T22:25:00.000-05:002005-03-13T15:27:10.313-05:00100K and Going StrongAt 9:32 pm EST, the SHOWER Room surpassed the 100,000 Visitor milestone. My ass-kissing award special recognition goes to the beautiful eye-candy site of Steph and Alek's Ohlala Paris who was the referral for my 100K Visitor.I didn't think I would ever get to this point. Many times I thought about quitting and ending this blog. But from time to time, I would receive showernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673509.post-1110221058953812892005-03-08T09:11:00.000-05:002005-03-21T15:02:10.950-05:00Rendez-Vous with Queens Guy: Part TwoI spent the night at Queens Guy's place. We never stuck to just cuddling. I knew it the moment I jumped into bed with him to snuggle. He didn't wait long to strip off my underoos and give me head.Suffice to say, neither of us got much sleep. The entire night was like foreplay as we didn't have "penetrative" sex until the morning. I believe the red wine showernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673509.post-1110136728766896402005-03-07T10:18:00.000-05:002005-03-07T13:53:32.100-05:00Rendez-Vous with Queens Guy: Part OneI initially met Queens Guy on the basis of friendship, so I don't know if I can call Friday night an official date, but either way I had a great time with him.Queens Guy? He is someone I met online a little over two years ago. At the time, I was getting over a guy, so was he. We've shared trifles of sincerity over the years, and dare I say, admiration. We've showernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673509.post-1109970303018434502005-03-06T14:02:00.000-05:002005-03-06T14:06:17.183-05:00Images from San Francisco: Part ThreeGolden Gate Bridge, San Francisco, CA.Cisco, I miss ya. Come back tomorrow for an update.showernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673509.post-1109784695590339072005-03-03T15:35:00.000-05:002005-03-03T15:44:56.966-05:00Fun in the Shower Room: SUBMISSION #18 I'm getting behind on posting SHOWER Room submissions. I have a few to post in the next few weeks. Between my injuries, work, obligations, and living life, I'm struggling to blog on a regular basis. Thanks for the e-mails. A promise is a promise. I am replying to everyone of them.*****SUBMISSION #18Like Madonna or Cher, this Atlantan blogger wants to be showernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673509.post-1109787066902607152005-03-02T13:10:00.000-05:002005-03-03T08:26:09.700-05:00Mont Royal in Winter, Montreal, Canada.Update March 3/05 8:25am: Come back later today - late afternoon or early evening for a new addition to the Shower Room Gallery.showernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673509.post-1109609370885880612005-02-28T11:55:00.000-05:002005-02-28T11:51:59.646-05:00Images of Toronto: the CN TowerSeeing that there's a winter snowstorm alert today, it's fitting to post pictures of beautiful calm weather. I took hundreds of photos of blues skies. These ones were taken at the SkyDome (now renamed Rogers Centre... urgh!) during a baseball game I took some of my visiting American friends last summer.What you see right here is the CN Tower. At 1,815 feet, it is showernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673509.post-1109108797418461822005-02-25T03:38:00.000-05:002005-02-25T10:59:05.410-05:00The Academy Awards 2005 I was right on the money last year with every single one of my predictions (9 out of 9). Let's see if I can replicate the same feat again. You can check out my list of 2004's top ten best films.Give me feedback on my picks and predictions. So who's gonna win? Who deserves a win? Let's discuss @ the SHOWER Room comments section.Here are my picks and my predictions for showernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673509.post-1109103132878039442005-02-22T15:18:00.000-05:002005-02-23T17:23:36.043-05:00Open Call for DialogueI haven't asked for dialogue with my readers for some time now. If you're new to the SHOWER Room, send me a quick e-mail at theshowerroom@rogers.com. Introduce yourself to me. Where are you from? Age? Single? Stats? Top or Bottom? I'm kidding (or not).Send interesting anecdotes my way, quotes, sex stories, viagra testimonials, etc... Any questions you may have, ask showernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673509.post-1109009052023202902005-02-21T13:03:00.000-05:002005-02-21T13:15:34.743-05:00Birthday GirlComing from a small city littered with anorexic Britney Spears clones, Andrea (AKA Medical Girl) is the token Beyonce.I took these pictures in late summer during her short visit. "If you want to be seen with me in the gay village, you're gonna have to wear red." I told her. "But I don't have anything red?!?" she replied.When I finally met up with Andrea, she is wearing a "Come and showernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673509.post-1108741353814773992005-02-18T10:48:00.001-05:002005-02-18T15:28:23.120-05:00That Songs Titles Thing...* It wouldn't be February if there wasn't drama in my life. My bestfriend, Sunshine Girl, is in the hospital. I feel so helpless! I can't disclose much other than to say that I look forward to her recovery. She'll be off work for two months. I miss her already.* Just recently, a few of my favourite bloggers are calling it quits. First MadLife, then Wet Dreaming, and thenshowernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673509.post-1108647781539082102005-02-17T08:42:00.000-05:002005-02-17T08:43:01.540-05:00Come back later this afternoon for an update.showernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673509.post-1108390110407907472005-02-14T09:15:00.000-05:002005-02-14T09:13:49.490-05:00Happy V Day To MeI don't have a Valentine's for today. I'm not upset about it. Well... not terribly. I know it's just a commercialized retailer's wet dream of a holiday but still...I bought myself flowers. I had a pre-Valentine's facial. I bought even more clothes that I don't need. Sigh.Tonight? I'll be curled up in bed having a threesome with Winnie-the-Pooh and Eeyore while watching this and showernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673509.post-1108051245674624062005-02-10T11:06:00.000-05:002005-02-10T12:26:03.410-05:00There's Hope For Me Yet
If there is a lesson that I keep re-learning this week, it's that people can always surprise you with their actions. Case in point, a weekend visit at my mom's, Rockboy phoning me the other night, and Remingtonman lying about his real name.
Here's another one to add to that list: *Walking Encyclopedia*
Just when I thought I had him pegged as a predictable, showernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673509.post-1107875782973825122005-02-09T01:37:00.000-05:002005-02-10T14:47:58.133-05:00Rule#42: Never Associate with Cheating Boyfriends
After two years of friendship, I found out that my fuckbuddy Remingtonman wasn't being completely truthful with me.
[As a quick overview, his boyfriend does not know about our "meetings". Yeah yeah. Bottom line, his business is not mine. Now, let's move on.]
Through accidental circumstances too irksome to write here, I found out the name I knew showernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673509.post-1107753207770109232005-02-07T01:30:00.000-05:002005-02-07T14:50:18.326-05:00Fun in the Shower Room: SUBMISSION #17
It's been some time since the last submission. So here we are again.
I receive e-mails from all over the world. The next inductee to the Shower Room Gallery certainly adds more ethnicity to the existing collection as it comes all the way from Singapore.
By the way, I am hoping for chocolate. Dark chocolate. Anyone out there?
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SUBMISSION #17
Backshowernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673509.post-1107194725475092812005-02-04T04:16:00.000-05:002005-02-04T09:34:13.416-05:00My Mission Statement
When asked by Pulitzer Prize biographer A. Scott Berg about the purpose of life, screen legend Katharine Hepburn answered without hesitation:
"To work hard," she said, "and to love someone." Then she paused. "And to have some fun," she added. "And if you're lucky, you keep your health... and somebody loves you back..." (Kate Remembered, page 366)*****
This book by Stephen showernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673509.post-1107360469480192682005-02-02T11:14:00.000-05:002005-02-02T15:11:02.260-05:00I've Missed You So Much
I was out with Rockboy last night.
Prior to meeting up, I told him I want to re-establish "friendship". Hence, I thought it'd be fun to take him to a screening of a small Canadian film called Saint Ralph. I highly recommend this movie. It even made Rockboy cry! (*** Watch out for the film's North American release sometime in late April. Shaking the director's hand was showernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673509.post-1107201099134426592005-02-01T01:09:00.000-05:002005-02-04T09:43:15.733-05:00So I Got Turned Down for Sex...
Remember Makeup Muscle? I filed him under "The Unresolved" back in November. He phones me out of the blue, just as I had predicted.
I told myself if given the chance again, I would have sex with him without a second thought. I didn't waste any time calling Makeup Muscle back. Truth be told, he was the only guy who I dated where we're able to sleep naked side by showernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673509.post-1107179485096214182005-01-31T08:48:00.000-05:002005-01-31T08:51:25.096-05:00
City Hall, San Francisco, CA.
Come back later this evening for an update.
showernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673509.post-1106841390736717862005-01-28T04:14:00.000-05:002005-02-04T09:48:32.556-05:00Another Chapter on Rockboy
Just when the chapter on Rockboy was drawing to a quiet close, I run into him on Wednesday night. There's been nearly two months of silence between us.
He was very pleased to see me as we caught up on each other's affairs. Rockboy was very 'touchy'. We all know 'touchy' means a high degree of sexual attraction, like the fact that he held my hand a few seconds longer showernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673509.post-1106317095509364592005-01-21T09:20:00.000-05:002005-01-21T09:19:28.283-05:00Brrrrr! It's Freezing!
It's far too cold, it's not even funny.
*****
Last weekend, Sunshine Girl broke up with her Dreamboat; it ended just as quickly as it started. She's been trekking it to Montreal every weekend since the new year.
The reason for the breakup? Her guy is not in the habit of brushing his teeth more than once a day. Ew. I know!
And now, she missed work for the entire week showernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673509.post-1106073573931385522005-01-20T01:32:00.000-05:002005-02-04T09:45:24.946-05:00In the Words of Katharine Hepburn...
I've been reading this book about the life of Katharine Hepburn, arguably the greatest motion picture actor of all time. She's a driven firecracker-of-a-character, bursting with a passion for life. "Oh, I'm endlessly fascinating," she tells Pulitzer Prize biographer, A. Scott Berg.
The book was released less than two weeks after her passing. Hepburn didn't showernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673509.post-1105939831385944292005-01-17T01:31:00.000-05:002005-01-17T15:24:15.373-05:00Images of Toronto: At Night
I love my city. Even in winter season, there are many things to see and do, such as ice-skating at Nathan Phillips Square.
It's been over a year and I have not tired of taking pictures. I still take my camera wherever I go. I'm starting to think that I should put some serious thought about pursuing photography on the side, not just as a hobby.
showernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673509.post-1105023445612492992005-01-16T08:57:00.000-05:002005-01-16T08:57:36.486-05:00Fireworks
This painting is called "Fireworks". It was one of my favourite paintings that I came across when I went to Musee des Beaux-Arts in Montreal.
To me, it perfectly captures the many fleeting momentual images of a fireworks display, from playful fairy-esque menagerie of sorts to spider-like alien monstrocities. A sight to behold.
For the sake of comparison, below are pictures of showernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673509.post-1105677365652559542005-01-14T09:51:00.000-05:002005-01-14T13:29:07.293-05:00The Wrist, The Dildo, and Breaking Up
I injured my right wrist. How? I must've done it lifting weights at the gym over the holidays. I felt some minor pain but chose to ignore it and kept going.
It got worse over the weekend. It swelled up. I had it X-rayed and am awaiting results to see if it's serious. I don't think it is, but it's hampered my... morning and evening j/o sessions... ahem... showernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673509.post-1105594578587053492005-01-13T01:33:00.000-05:002005-01-13T14:49:59.833-05:00I'm Not the Type to Steal Another Boy's Boyfriend
Over the weekend, I got an invite to a house party from a guy I met at a club last summer. It was pleasantly unexpected, I couldn't turn it down.
When I finally arrived at midnight coming from a family function, the guests had been drinking since 7pm. My guy friend was already drunk... drunk and nursing a broken heart. He tells me he had just showernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673509.post-1104477143737053472005-01-11T11:58:00.000-05:002005-01-12T13:37:45.310-05:00Top 10 movies of 2004
* I can't put the list off any longer. Since I can't seem to find sufficient time to finish writing this post, I will post this for now as a work-in-progress. I will be updating this over the next two weeks. I will also be replying to my e-mails. I sincerely apologize. I'm really not a snob. Honest! Stay tuned.
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2004 was such a great year for movies. Besides showernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673509.post-1105134177954326402005-01-07T16:42:00.000-05:002005-01-07T16:42:57.953-05:00Hit Me Baby One More Time
OneWord is a site I visit every now and then. My 60-second brainstormed submissions usually amuse me.
This week's word is HIT. I'm submission: January 7, 2005 01:17 PM
Britney Spears immediately came to mind. I don't know what that says about me, but I assure you I'm no Toby. Surprisingly enough, I seem to know the lyrics to her entire song.
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As an avid showernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673509.post-1104437566189198762005-01-05T01:48:00.000-05:002005-01-06T09:43:33.840-05:00Snippets of Conversations heard during New Year's Weekend 2005
With a friend discussing his relationship with a guy he's been dating for 5 months:
"I did the worst thing I could possibly do."
"Did you cheat on him?" I ask.
"No, even worse."
[pause]
"I told him I love him."
"Wooh."
"I know! And now we're on the verge of breaking up."
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"Do you really love him?"
"Yes I do. But I said it in showernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673509.post-1103823331546361412004-12-31T01:07:00.000-05:002004-12-31T13:50:56.840-05:00re-post & revised: top 10 movies of 2003
Before I compile my 2004 Best-Films-of, I'm revisiting my 2003 list as I finally had the chance to see most of the movies I wanted to see on dvd.
*****
2003 was a very strong year. Normally, high quality films such as Finding Nemo (#16) & Magdalene Sisters (#17) would find itself on my top 10 list. I'm in awe that Lord of the Rings: Return of the King (showernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673509.post-1104422183025562082004-12-30T11:21:00.000-05:002004-12-30T16:50:36.520-05:00A Dream About Rockboy
I had a dream about Rockboy last night.
It was a few seconds past the stroke of midnight on New Year's Eve. I called to greet him. He was very pleased to hear from me. I wished him love and happiness in 2005, and he reciprocated my greeting with sincerity, and dare I say, with love.
Then, I said I missed him.
His response was that it was I who stopped phoning, ending theshowernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673509.post-1104092673937959792004-12-29T10:20:00.000-05:002004-12-29T10:17:06.276-05:00Snippets of Conversations heard during 2004 Christmas Weekend
With big older brother:
"When I married my wife, I didn't think I'd marry her family too!"
*****
With Designer in his car:
"So do you think we have chemistry?"
"No" I say bluntly.
"No?"
"It's forced."
"Really?" Designer licks my ear. "What are you doing New Year's eve?"
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Phone rings. I pick up. "Hello?"
"I'm alone on Christmasshowernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673509.post-1103901912891911682004-12-24T13:24:00.000-05:002004-12-24T13:47:04.470-05:00What I Want For Christmas
Santa,
I've been a good boy, and by that I mean I haven't been the slut that people assume I am.
I've had a rough year, but still had time on my hands to do extended hours of volunteer work. I've given to the less fortunate, and lent a helping hand to the downtrodden... kind of. So, in turn, I think it's fitting that I receive.
My wish for Christmas? I want a blog showernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673509.post-1103769535076237822004-12-23T10:03:00.000-05:002004-12-23T16:26:56.256-05:00Sex, Fears & New Year's
For the past two days, there is fear looming in my head.
It is the fear that I might be solo on New Year's Eve. So far, no plans. I have family. I have friends. But it's just not the same, ya know? I want someone to kiss underneath the mistletoe. [By the way, I found one at a flowershop two blocks from my apartment!] I want someone to snuggle with on a cold wintery night showernoreply@blogger.com0