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WHY DO GAY MEN WANT ME AS THEIR FLESHVIBE?
Another ho hum day in the life of me. I didnt do much today other than watch the rain this morning. There is something inherantly beautiful about the mist hanging over the mountains and rolling down into the valley while rain falls in a gentle cascade. It not only makes the most soothing sound on the tin roof of my house and porch where I set to watch it, but it also makes everything smell so clean fresh and brand-newish. The only bad thing about the rain is that it causes my fucking grass to act as if scientists have developed a new growth hormone and they secretly sneak around at night squirting it everywhere. Shit gets real big real fast. Its not that I am so lazy that I hate to mow...actually...maybe that is it? heh...I would much rather think that it is more along the lines of me having an old as shit lawn mower that is so rusty, I worry about my big fat ass breaking it down. I keep waiting to hear that sound only rusty metal can make when it is stressed past its breaking point. That dear friends would not be a good sound to hear, because a new one is $799.00 at its cheapest and I dont have that kind of cash just laying around. I also dont have any of the magic plastic. If it werent for my sister turning on aol when she lived here with her credit card...then me turning it over to my phone bill, I wouldnt even have aol, and you wouldnt be reading this shit now wouldya? I hate credit cards for the simple fact that I would most definately max that fucker out every time I could...and then bitch and whine when the statement came every month. So I simply save myself the headache by not even getting one in the first place. There are times when having one would rock, but then again, the cons outweigh the pros about a thousand to one in my eyes. After I watched the rain and fed my dog, I then went to my cousins house and worked on getting my scuba rig up and running again. We both recently filled our main tanks, and that means that we should clean up and get ready our rebreathers and smaller tanks, hoses, lines, gear, gauges and other assorted crap that goes along with such a hobby. After I had my neoprene on so that I resembled a beached whale, we both took a lovely drive in his hyundai tiberon, the car that I lust after but cant afford, down to the old quarry which is flooded and has always been a trash dump for the rednecks around here. They toss old refrigerators, stoves, couches, you name it its there, over the side and into the deep. The bottom is slate and pretty level in some places. There is some old car, I am guessing a oldsmoblie on the bottom at one point, setting upright, just looking as if it is waiting for the owner to come along and fire it up. Whats even funnier is the toliet. There is an honest to god shitter on the bottom setting up on the slate just begging to be used. We both have pics of us setting on it thanks to Jared letting us borrow his underwater cam for the day last march. Its funny seeing yourself with a scuba rig on...bubbles just flowing up...and a toilet right underneath you. We dove for a while today, mostly just to see if anything new had arrived to the underwater world that our lights illuminate. Nothing new today, but seeing as how it was sunday thats to be expected. After getting out of my suit and cleaning the rig, I then went to wal-mart in search of a few dvds or something of the sorts for me to splurge on. I call spending about fifty bucks splurging haha...you can tell that I am not rich. Anyway...while there, this guy comes up and asks me if I know where he can find "Gangs of New York" I showed him, and we made small chat while looking at films...he then after about a ten minute bullshit fest, "Would you like to go see a movie or something with me tonite?" I was thinking,,,hell yeah man...then I realized, why is someone I dont even know who is a GUY asking me to a movie? So I politely asked him if he were gay, and he says "yeah and you are too right?"....ok...I was very nice when I explained to him that the idea of kissing a guy makes me wanna vomit...and the idea of touching a penis other than my own makes my flesh want to fall off of my bones. I swear I was nice about it, but it still bothers me because he assumed that I was gay. What is it about me that makes gay guys think that I am gay? Could that stupid pin in my knee trigger those little gaydar thingys? Do I act feminine cause most of my friends are female? I mean, what the fuck is the deal here? Was I married so long that I am no longer attractive to females, only males?...Its fucked up if you ask me cause this is the third man that I have had ask me out. Once at wal-mart and twice at a bar. I wonder what the hell it is that says to a gay male, "here I am...I am gay..I want anal sex?" Cause I am soooooo far from gay, not homophobic, not a gay-basher, but just not gay. Where is my female counterpart? gah...fuck it..anyways, after getting hit on by some random guy, I came back home. This is where my evening got very very boring cause all I did was play with my dog, read some in a book called "symphony" about the appocalypse, and then did some laundry. Now here I am, setting on my fat ass, telling people all about it heh...I guess I am pretty much done for the night...I am seriously getting tired as all hell and when that happens, its happy happy joy joy cause I may actually sleep tonite. yay me. heh...see ya all later, and tomorrow I may type about the other two gay encounters hahaha...niters
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