Friday, August 27, 2004

PRISONER OF MY ILLUSIONS

I guess I am a prisoner of my own illusions. What was I thinking? I was about to change the most vital part of my gayhood. SEX.

So I met up with a couple of guys for the last three days. Actually, I met four guys to be exact. One with a car, another with a wife and a kid, a college student who loves to say “actually” in every sentence he makes, and a guy who’s bound for Dubai in a couple of months. Two of them I had sex with, one I have watched a movie with and a conversation over a cup of coffee and the other one I talked with in front of 7-11 near my place while it was raining so hard. You can probably say I was busy these past few days. Well, I really was.

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