Of Shaadi and bachelorhood .....

One of the problems of being ‘semi-out’ in Indian society, is the endless number of relatives who bug you about your impending marriage. (notice my use of the word impending?). And now I’m being bugged like hell for mine as well.

So my mom laughs and shrugs it off when anyone asks. (she dare not tell them about my, ahem, deviance. I’ve been given freedom to what I want but having the freedom to not hide myself doesn’t seem to be included.) So she laughs and says, he’s too young right now. Well she can continue using that excuse for a few moer years, but then dearest mom, you’ll have to come up with a new one.

So anyway, bugged with all this, I’ve decided to relocate for some time. So I’m moving to work in New Jersey. For a year or so. So let’s see what NJ holds in store for this semi-closeted eligible bachelor Indian…

Indian Gay History 101

Ok. So everyone kinda claims that India's history before the mughals and the British overran the country, constituted of acceptance of same sex love and blah blah blah .... and then they inadvertantly refer to the Khajurao sculptures.

So today, I deceided to check out those sculptures (While sitting in the comfort of my room - not by actually going to Khajurao :) )

So I've posted 2 pics, the first of which is captioned "Monk sexually caressing a layman, who salutes him respectfully." (Looks like Mr. Monk gives a great handjob)




The second is captioned "Hermit monk performing auparashtika on a princely visitor." (It's p[retty evident that auparashtika means blowjob :D - I'm putting these 2 up inspite of not having an Above 18 warning on the blog *_* - you see, everything goes in the name of religion in India !!!)




And then I find some Wikipedia arguments that point out that these are not actually depicting homosexual encounters. That the men are actually women (or the other way round or some such shit.) If it's up to me, I can't understand a damn thing in those sculptures - except the two big dicks - one being swallowed and one being 'caressed'

Hmmm. So my rather short search ends in limbo. Situation not confirmed.

How much we hate ourselves.

With Ricky Martin’s coming out of the closet (Finally – it now turns out that two major artists I used to listen to as a teen – Darren Hayes and Ricky Martin have both come out as gay – with their own sweet delays), one would think that gay acceptance is taking on a new level. I mean even ALL the newspapers in India are filled with reports about Ricky Martin’s coming out.

But then again, as soon as I log on to Planetromeo, or meet most people, I can’t help but realize how much we hate ourselves.

Part of this is due to staying in the closet (I’m partly to blame – remember my good ol’ hypocrisy?) and looking down on us fags even though we belong to the same community, but what I’m actually talking about is the hate people have embedded in their profile messages – “Flabby’s, fat’s and fems, stay away.” That kinda stuff really shows the discrimination amongst us.

Tough nut to crack, this hatred amongst us. Let’s see how it all develops with time.

Steamin' hot bod ....

Ok ... though I've not seen the movie yet, I HAVE seen Aanaahad's abs. And that's when I decided to stop wondering how many a's his name has and start drooling over that hot bod ... looking for hotter pics of this guy !!

Of Sex surveys and Reality.

Just recently I was out filling this survey in my university, (yup, I study when I’m not fucking around) along with the rest of my university mates. Now they are the straight laced, typical 25 year old, wanking off to porn but never had intercourse with a woman type, talk big and do nothing Indian virgins, (errr, can I now say I have nothing against them?), and the ones who had started filling the survey before me started giggling. A few questions later, I realized the survey was about SEX, or rather, of sexual practices amongst the youth.

And then I sighed and promised myself I would fill it honestly, after all, reality is reality.

So after 15 minutes of frantic filling, I finally finished the survey. Questions like ‘How many partners have you had in the last 1 year had options like 1, 2,3,4,5,6, more than 6 (great, so I was hardly a category – more than 6??? Please, don’t insult my prowess). So I ticked more than 6. Next question – How many partners have you had in the last 5 years – options – 1,2,3,4,5,6, more than 6. Duh!! If the answer to previous question is more than 6, then this would be too. Anyways, after some frantic filling, I realized even the survey labelled me an outlier.

So later Hun (Let’s call her that, she’s my Fag Hag), was discussing the survey and giggled when she realized the number of partners question and how the options limited me from lifting up the average of the entire university by a digit or so.

“They would have got a distorted version of reality!” she squealed.

Hmmm… kinda made me wonder – am I not part of Reality? Am I not part of real India?

Dunno Y...

Well I didn’t pay much attention to the recent news of Dunno Y… Na Jaane Kyon’ as the first bollywood movie to deal with gay relationships, mainly b’coz I only end up being disappointed when these so called first evers come out and b’coz us poor little faggots just end up being depicted as a hip-swishing, limp-wristed camp species which exists to be made fun of, (no problems with being how you are – refer here :D but I want diversity to be depicted). But then I noticed Aryan Vaid is in the movie and remembered how many wet dreams his underwear ads gave me when I was younger (can’t find the damn pics on the internet anywhere now),



…and THAT gave me something to look forward to.

But I can’t find any trailers online either (either my googling skills are going down the drain or this is one hard trail to follow), but anyways, lets hope Aryan scorches in this one too... looking forward to some steamy sex scenes in Bollywood ...nah??? too much.... okay looking forward to Aryan Vaid then .... :D

Smitten !

I'm smitten (Happens to me at least twice everyday) .... this time by Rishi Idnani ... delicious male model .... man... what I would give to lick those abs :Da


anyways ... he's 19 :O .... a bit young I would say... but who cares !! and he's doing some kind of law thing ... wonder if he would take up my case ... the one of me being smitten so bad that it must be something illegal.

here's some more photos if you want folks!

http://machomodel.blogspot.com/2009/04/hot-six-pack-abs-model-rishi-idnani.html

Shameless Self Publicity

Ok people. (if there’s anyone reading this). I wrote a gay romance /erotic novel a few years back, (I was 18 at the time) and it was wildly popular on the internet. Still get tonnes of fanmail over it. And a few months back, to my (pleasant) surprise, it got picked up to be published. And now it’s out there on the internet….

It’s pretty good stuff. And has male angels (hot bods with wings!).

So please do check it out, And in case you buy it, thanx a tonne! It’s written under my penname – sky unending.

http://www.amazon.com/Alchemist-Sky-Unending/dp/1935509403

it's available on a bunch of other sites as well, so you can just google it and search for it if you don't wanna use amazon.

A Fantasy Sex list

So recently I turned 25 and was brawling about it to AJ.

“My youth is slipping away,” I cried, “There are so many things I still wanted to do!”

“What the hell do you mean?” AJ snapped, “Is there anything you’ve not done? You’ve done every goddamn kinky thing there is to do. What’s possibly left?”

“Well…” I paused as AJ looked at me earnestly.

“I’ve never had sex with a guy in uniform!”

“Yeah? What else?”



“And I’ve never tried it on Viagra.”

“But you don’t need Viagra?” AJ raised his eyebrows. “Do you?”

“Yeah, but I wanted to try it out once. Before I… actually start needing it.”



“Anything else on this stupid list of things to do before your so called youth runs out?”

“I’ve never done it with a black guy!”

“And so we’ve heard….” AJ made a helpless gesture.



“And my ultimate fantasy….” I paused for dramatic effect. “I’ve never done it with identical male twins!”

AJ’s eyes kind of glazed over. “Yeah… that one’s gonna remain a fantasy.”



“You see?” I wailed. There’s so many things to do and my youth Is just slipping away right under my ….”

AJ whacked me on the back of my head with a book. I grumbled something about never discussing my fantasies with him again and continued sipping my coffee.
 

Of eunuch’s, Hijras, Drag queens and the undecided.

I disliked them myself when I was younger. Well, maybe dislike is a strong word – I did not like the thought of being associated and clubbed along with Hijra’s and eunuch’s at all. And the quesiness I felt whenever everyone I told about myself automatically assumed that I liked dressing up like a girl or something. Even when I came out to my mother, who knew nothing about being gay at the time (I think she still knows too little), she questioned me about it – “I know of only men and women Saumi, and then there are Hijra’s. What do you want me to think of you.”

And then I read something in a story once (searching and jerking off to smut and literary erotica online) which put things into real perspective for me. If I being the non-effiminate, cross-dressing fag that I am (let’s not forget cocksucking buttfucking) cannot accept people like who are different from me, then how can people who are straight accept me?

I was 16 when I read that. It came down pretty harsh on me. I realized I was subjecting the effeminate guys to the same thing straight people were subjecting me to. In fact, I was worse than straight people – and here we come back to my hypocritical nature once again!

Anyways. Things were put on an acid test when I came across Rich in Greece. (rich is gonna love the fact that I am talking about him). Rich is EVERY gay stereotype in the non-Indian world. He wears tophats, coats and tails when it’s boiling hot weather in Greece, he uses words like fabulous and divine, and is flambouyant and as camp as we come. And he’s DARNED proud of it. He also loves talking with an ENGLISH accent and pretending he’s British and hates his American roots. (he’s gonna kill me if he reads this bit). But most of all, he doesn’t change for anyone – he’s always CONSISTENT – something I always aim to be.

Hanging around with Rich for a very small period I learnt a great deal from him (more than I’ll ever admit to him :D). And there was one thing I distinctly remember him saying.

“Darling, I’m every stereotype in the book – and me being all over the place and over the top makes it easier for guys like you to survive and be accepted out there.”

“So you’re A vigilante of sorts?” I asked him.

“Of course!” he shot back.

And though it would not have sunk in then, it has now. Even deep down, rich believed in what he said and did what he did for exactly that reason. That and the fact that he simply loved clothes and heels and glitter and glamour and being who he was.

Kudos to Rich – for his sense of integrity and for being the bravest man I have met till date.



So anyways. Back to the topic – I know eunuchs or Hijra’s in India can cross many of our personal boundaries, and harassment seems like the beginning and people might say that many of them are using it more as an extortionist profession on local trains and buses, but guy’s learn to accept things that are different from you, else don’t accept someone else to accept you.

Intolerance is ignorance I say – so do know things a little before judging, and before being a hypocritical asshole like I am. Here are some resources on India’s Hijras.

http://www.thingsasian.com/stories-photos/2022

http://www.countercurrents.org/gen-narrain141003.htm

Rim baby, rim!

Ok. What’s with the disgusted face most of us Indian gay guys pull at the thought of rimming? Rimming rox man - and there’s no two opinions about it. For the totally uninitiated, here’s the wikipedia article which describes it as some organic-chemical process or something.

Yes. I’m talking about good ol’ anilingus. It’s when you lick or kiss your lover’s anal opening for erotic stimulation. I once talked it over with a rim-hater.

“It’s distatsteful,” he said. “How can you lick that? Shit comes out of there?”

“How can you give blowjobs then?” I shot back like my sassy self. “Piss comes out of there!”

“That’s different!” he stated, but I was convinced I was not going to lose this one.

Even good ol' AJ winces at the thought of rimming - or rather he deosn't wanna discuss it - but he did admit once sheepishly that he loves gettig rimmed. So for those who squirm at the thought of rimming, guys, please get over it. So you can plunge your manhood in there and go crazy, and you can’t stimulate your lover with a little tongue dance? Hmm. Kinda like a double standard. And kinda sad, coz I sure as hell enjoy getting rimmed, and I’m sure everyone else would as well.

And for those who wanna slicken their rimming techniques, here’s a link that shows us how. Enjoy :D

Hindu / Japanese tattoos on pornstars!

So a few months back I screwed around with this French dude. And he came on real strong and me inflicting a line on him made him even more eager (“You’re French right? The French are supposed to be great lovers. Prove it!”). And boy you should have seen him go. And after some time I flipped around and burst out laughing. He had A giant tattoo of Lord Ganesh on his back! He was annoyed that I, beingan Indian, found it funny.

And as I explored more parts of his body I discovered shloks in Sanskrit, the Swastik symbol and even Ganesh jee’s mouse on another part of his anatomy.

“You do know what you have on your back right?” I asked SG after we were done with our humping routine. (he’s gonna kill me if he finds out I write about him).

“Of course I know; It’s Lord Ganeshaa” (with the shaa pronounciation) “He's the lord of destruction,” SG stated triumphantly.

“Err no,” I pulled a face, “He’s not the lord of destruction. In fact we take his name before we start anything good and…”

“Of course I know!” SG cut in rather irritatedly. “I am a Hinduist after all.”

I sighed. “It’s a Hindu. Not hinduist.”

Go figure the French hinduist wannabees. Anyways, since I can’t post SG’s full photos, I’m posting the tattoo on his back. He still will kill me you know, if he finds this blog.



Anyway. That got me thinking about ‘Hindu’ tattoos that various people have that they don’t even understand. I know Beckham’s 'Victoria' and I’ve seen ‘OM’ dozens of times, epecially on gay porn stars (wonder what our moral police would say about that).


And then I started noticing in my daily recreation activitiy – in watching gay porn! – and boy, a lot of porn stars have 'OM' on their bodies.




And even more have Japanese symbols. And since I’ve done quite a bit of Japanese and am familiar with the entire Hiragana and some Kanji, I could read most of it. ‘Love’, ‘Electricity’, Intelligent' seem to be most common. And I’m taking a few screenshots from good ol’ gay porn and posting them here :D (can you see how Neurotic and obsessive I get sometimes?)

Open relationships.

So I was in Prague recently. The capital of the Czech republic is appropriately called ‘The gay porn capital of the world’. And boy, did I have a good time. I mean good ol’ Belami and the world’s most beautiful blue eyed blonde haired boys are there, right?!

And so I went to a few of the gay hotspots (Valentino, Babylon, Termix and the awesome Labrynth!) and after some initial eyebrows raised at my age (I was seriously annoyed when the entryman at Babylon asked me if I was sure I was 18 – “I’m 24 for God’s sake!” I had scowled! On secnd thought, i shouldn't have opened my big mouth - there were discounts for guys below 23) And I’m always happier with my clothes off, but anyways, I’m gonna spare you the ‘not-so-boring’ details coz this post isn’t about that. I was coming across too many guys in OPEN relationships (gay men’s terms for a ‘committed relationship’ in which both partners are allowed to fuck around as long as there is no emotional attachment), and I thought I was fine with the idea – as long as it was being implemented by someone else. So there I was in this threesome – great time, lots of action, good co-ordination and receiving pleasure that only one man can offer another (am sorry for using this line AJ). And after a mind blowing time, I was relaxing in the arms of 2 Czech men who could barely speak a word of English (I think one was a slovak – never use Czechoslovakia in Prague after the separation– they’ll murder you), when it suddenly struck me that this three way had been very well, err, synchronized – much more than usual, and believe me, I know my way around threeways.

So I suddenly asked the 2 men. “Are you guys together?”

After much frantic signalling, they understood, and they replied in the affirmative – yes, they were together. Dear God, I had just done a couple!

Okay. It kind of turned me on. But then I discussed it with AJ back in India, and he put my hypocritical ass right where it belonged – in the gutter.

“You said you valued commitment!” he screamed at me over international calls. “I remember you would never do married guys! Then what’s all this nonsense?”

“But that’s different I wailed!” although I knew I was way into the redzone in this argument. “What I don’t like is lying and pretending. Both these guys are together and they’re fine with it. They’re not lying and cheating on one another. They are in an OPEN relationship.”

“Fine answer me this Saumi,” he retorted back. “How would you like it when you finally settle with someone? would you like to settle for an open relationship?”

I paused. For a long time. “No.” I gulped back as my stomach turned inside. “No.”

“Hmm.” was all AJ replied. Did I tell you how much I hate it when AJ ends the argument with Hmm? It means I’ve lost.

So anyways. So one day in Prague, I got some time away from my senseless anonymous fucking (actually, not all that senseless :D) and decided to ACTUALLY visit the city. And bumped into this couple – a German guy and an American guy – from Stuttgart, Germany. And they told me about having visited Labrynth.

“But aren’t you guys together?” I asked dripping of naivete.

“Ah, but we allow each other the pleasure of other men!” they replied.

“Does it work for you guys?” I questioned, purposely probing deeper into their personal lives.

“I guess it does.” They replied.

And no. I did not fuck the both of them. We simply parted ways after touring the city together for some time.

Hmm. So moral of the story – no moral. Or at least one subjective moral – let each one have his own point of view. However modern I might pretend to be, I do not have the stomach for an OPEN relationship for myself, but I guess I have no right to condemn others who have one either.

You want me to cum in your ass?

Play Safe. We’ve always heard that. And we know we should. And we’ve learned of the horrors of gonorrheae, syphilis, clamydia and god forbid the HIV virus. And then there’s crabs (I’ve had the darned things twice – from the same guy I realized later). But then again I see men not playing safe all the time. And keeping in line with my true hypocriticial self, I’m going to admit I have not played it safe 2 times in my life. Okay, so in percentage terms, that figure is a tiny fraction of my sexual experiences, but that tiny fraction is enough to kill me right?

So what is this fascination with barebacking? Indian context (especially good ol’ Jaipur context) – many guys don’t have the BALLS to buy condoms. And then lube is a totally different story… though we’ll cover that in another blog. But I’m not going to go into the whole ‘the guy who can’t dare to buy a condom because he’s shy’ thing. What I am going to go into is this whole ‘raw pleasure’ thing.

Now when it comes to gay porn, I have TONNES of it. I mean literally. I’m about to alphabetize and sort it into country-wise folders now… yeah, that much! So anyways, anyone who knows a bit of the gay porn industry will know the big player’s like Falcon, TitanMedia, Etc. and then there are the even more sinful videos with barebacking – I mean, cumming on your face, creamy facials, slurping, snowballing, shooting inside the ass and … does that turn you on? Even if it does at some subliminal level, therein lies the problem. It turns me on.

And it’s scary. I’ve always been able to distinguish between reality and fantasy but obviously the actors in Treasure Island Media and many Eurocreme videos have not. Of course it’s irresponsible but wherever there is some market and some scope of making money, some man (read some gay man here) will exploit it to make money. So it comes down to individual choice and one’s own resistance then. As in the resistance of the gay man when it comes down to some sexual activitiy? – boy, we’re doomed.

And since monogamy is almost entirely non-existent amongst us fags, we have a big problem.

Play safe darlings. It’s too damn important. Reserve those barebacking sessions for after you’re sure you’re with the one – yup, just like some determined 26 year old Indian lady preserving her virginity till after marriage. But till then, play safe.

On a different note, I once messed with this guy who out condoms on to give a blowjob. Okay – now technically he’s being playing by the rules, but err, I wasn’t too keen on sucking on plastic. Anyways, lemme end this with a bit of irrelevant gossip about the same guy.

After much ado about how we were going to do the horizontal mamba (who was going to be the fucker and who the fuckee – Okay, top and bottom), I finally allowed him and in less than 30 seconds he was done.

“You enjoyed it?” I asked him in an unequivocal voice.

“Yes!” He replied between pants, having just orgasmed.

I reiterated without missing a beat. “Well thank God one of us enjoyed it.”



And as for the guys who are too shy to buy condoms - guys - get some BALLS man! If you don't want the brown paper deal at the chemist's, go to a bigger retail complex and pick one of the shelf and bury it below layers of household supplies. I've done that dozens of times!

Married Gay Men.

Oh yes. We’ve all heard a lot about them. Every second article in the international press about homosexuality in India, even ones talking about the repeal-ment of 377 talk about millions of gay men being trapped in marriages in India. And believe it or not, I am dead against sleeping with married men too. And just for that I had limited the age barrier for my tricks to be at most 26. Ok, ok, 28 if the guy appeared well-spoken and produced a good pic (which would turn out to be a picture taken 10 years ago in most cases). I also would not fuck anyone younger than me – I was mostly scared I would end up with a 16-17 year old and then I would REALLY by doing something wrong.

So there’s this time I was meeting this guy in a hotel room for a sleazy encounter – in good ol’ Jaipur. And I had spoken to him a couple of times over the phone - which is twice as much as I had spoken to most guys over the phone before I met them – and then I met him at McDonald’s near Raj Mandir. And even though he looked much older (and a lot, ahem, different) from the photo he had passed on to me over the internet, I had this severe case of blue balls and followed him. He said he was 28 – that was probably true.

So then I went to his room and things started getting a little hot and steamy and we started making out and my shirt slipped off and he started sucking my nipples (God, I love that!) and I threw my head back and sighed. And then a thought intruded my ecstasy. “Dude, are you married?” I suddenly asked.

He paused the flicking off his tongue (and I missed it immediately) and responded immediately. “Of course not!”

A smile replaced my worry and I tilted my head back again as his talented tongue went back to what it did best. “I am engaged though.”

I gulped. And then I slinked away, much to his surprise. I scooted over and quickly stared getting back into my clothes. “I’m sorry!” I said, “I can’t do this!”

He looked annoyed. “You’re leaving coz I’m engaged?” he asked angrily. And when I didn’t reply he asked in a softer tone. “I shouldn’t have revealed that right? Then we would be fucking in ignorance right now.”

I left, slamming the door. Back near Raj Mandir I hastily caught an auto and headed back. And then I felt a little bad about my sudden exit. I texted him – “SORRY 4 LEAVING LIKE THAT. HOPE U UNDERSTAND”

He texted back – “I UNDERSTAND COMPLETELY. SO YOU’LL COME BACK FOR SEX?”

Boy, was I peeved!

So my straight friends, who have an ancanny interest in hearing all about my tricks found out later and I later had an argument with a friend of mine who actually supported my soon-to-be-married trick.

“It’s not his fault Saumi!” my friend wailed, “You were his only outlet.”
“That doesn’t mean I have to do things for him!” I shouted back. “If he wants an outlet so badly he can go buy one!”

So what is with Indian gay guys and marriages? I knew tonnes of people in Jaipur in their 30’s and 40’s and even older, who would sneak out to fuck around with a guy. I know – we’re in a background where the majority of the population still doesn’t even UNDERSTAND the word gay, but still – lying and living a double life like that? Hmmm. Maybe I don’t understand the situation well enough, but lying and deceiving and infidelity like that – not my cup of tea. (I know this statement is gonna bite me in the ass later – remember the whole hypocrisy thing?)

Kinda brings me back to the discussion I had with my parents (or lack thereof) When I came out (or rather was found out in a rather embarrassing situation), I made one thing clear – that whatever happened, I was not getting married and ruining some poor girl’s life – and this too when I was 16 – boy, was I wise when I was younger!

Anyways – saw a bunch of movies on the same topic (though not with an Indian context) – always end in tragedy. You can check out Segunda Piel (spanish), Le Fate Ignoranti (spanish as well) few others I can't recall...

As for my own blue-ball crises at that time, I guess I solved it the next day with some unmarried non-committed guy the next day – or maybe with my own right hand.

Jaipur - Pink City Indeed.

I’ve lived in Jaipur for a few years. Enough time to get to know the local gay crowd in a rather intimate manner. And it had been a terrible experience – and a wonderful one at the same time. I mean, I did fuck around a lot, and got to understand the eccentricities of the gay scene there – and that’s what I wanted to share.

Jaipur is gay! I mean – I’m saying it. If you know the right places to find people, the right parks to hang around, even cruising spots and theatre halls, Jaipur has it all – it’s gay as hell. I mean it’s called the Pink city right? So there’s this website called guys4men. It’s been rechristened gayromeo or something, but I’ve not used that account for more than a couple of years now. Anyways. So you sign up for free and viola – instant gay hook-ups. But wait – not without the speed-bumps; the hiccups.

So you log on and people either have a fake pic, or have their dick/undie pics or a pic taken in such a vague manner that all you can use it for is to make out that it’s the profile of a human. And once you start chatting – you’ll get used to the proverbial “Hey Dear, do you have a place?” That’s the first thing guys will ping you with. I mean, who the hell says ‘Hey Dear’ in India? And that too in real conversation? And I used to really dislike the whole ‘Do you have a place?’ come on. I mean, I know I’m on a site for hook-ups, (though it says it’s for personals and finding true love as well – Ha! Good luck with that!), and I know that while women need a reason and a proper person to have sex with, men just need a place, but still…

My good friend AJ (I’m gonna use only his initials otherwise his mom would spank his 25 year old ass if she finds out what he’s been doing), used to cringe at my behaviour.
“Why the hell do you need them to speak good English?” he would ask. “All you wanna do is fuck! So why the hell do you want some suede sophisticated dudes?”

“It gives me a sense of security!” I would wail, though I knew my hypocritical ass had been handed over to me on a platter.

But anyways, Jaipur was one helluva place. Kinda good and kinda bad as well. With the high influx of foreign tourists, there would constantly be Jaipurites clamouring to get some Firang action. And since the local fag population (or should I say online fag population – yes, I’ve reached a point where I am comfortable with calling myself a fag!) wasn’t that high, Everyone had slept with nearly everyone – I mean you;ve heard of 6 degrees of separation? Ha! that cnebarely define it. Jaipur gay scene is more like 2 degrees of PENETRATION. And what’s even better (or worse) is that everyone knows who’s slept with who. Talk about efficient grapevines! And everyone used fake ID’s and names. And EVERYONE is deep in their closets. I mean REAL deep. This whole sex / gay thing is kind of a dark secret they would never let out. (can you sense some hypocrisy again?) I mean between me and AJ, we had a listing that covered who was there on the scene and who wanted to join in, who had taken it up the bum from who, who was how big (I’m not talking age here), and who ives the best blowjobs, and who was using a false name even though he knew that others knew that he knew that…. You get the picture. It was awful. But you’d still find me prowling around for a new fuck every other week.

But then that was also the place I met AJ. And we’ve shared an amazing friendship since. And despite what one might think, there’s been no transfer of bodily fluids between us. I mean if there are 2 fags and they’ve known each other a long time, they must have fucked right? Nope.

So anyways, that was just a background to the pink city – and where I’ve spent countless nights waking up in strange beds. But more on that and more graphic details for another post.