Poor white poz trash

About a month ago this guy answers one of my online adds saying that he and his bf will be up on the 25th, he's got long curly hair (yuck) and his bf has a shaved head (Yum) and want to fill both my holes with hot man juice. Well that gets my attention, so I'm trying to figure out how I can hook up with these guys and not be missed at home. Normally it wouldn't be a problem, but Scoobys mom is in town visiting us that weekend and family comes before sex. So I figure if I leave work early I can get my holes pumped full and then head for home. I email the guy back and ask him if they are going to have a motel/hotel room and I can meet them there, but I have to be on my way by 10:30pm and I also ask it they have a pic. Well of course I never hear back from them, I totally agree with Geekslut that online cruising sucks.

After I got out of work friday night Scooby and I decided to go into Saginaw to the "Berg" for a few drinks and hopefully run into a few people we know so we could invite them to our annual 4th of July party. Well I had one beer before we left and smoked just a little bit and then on the way there I got lost 3 times. For gods sake I've been going there for so many years I normally could drive it blind folded. I felt like Aunt Clara on Bewitched. Anyway when we got there I wasn't even sure I should have a drink, but of course I said fuck it and drank the weird feeling away.
A similair thing happened a few weeks ago when I woke up from a nap and started stumbling around like a shitfaced drunk and I hadn't even had anything to drink or anything. It wore off within 5-10 minutes so I ended up blowing it off.

I'm beginning to think that its either a new "side effect" that's emerging or I might just be pushing myself to much. Honestly I've been working myself to death between actual work, my three house cleaning jobs and trying to reroof our house which has been an ongoing ordeal for the last month because of all the fucking rain. I wish I could pay someone to do the roofing work but I just don't have the extra cash. Sometimes it sucks to be poor white poz trash.

Hello out there

Well this is it I finally broke down and created a blog. I've been reading a few for the last few months and decided this would be a good vehicle to vent, make new friends, and hopefully find my voice. I'm kinda illiterate when it comes to computers so please bare with me. I'm a 37 yo gay man living in northern Michigan with my partner "Scooby the manchild". Oh, and as of this week I've been poz for the last 8 yrs.. "Yippee"
I have to say that I'm kinda jealous of the the other poz bloggers out there livin in the big cities, cuz in the small towns being poz is still right up there with being a lepar. Being totally open about being poz and finding extra ciricular sex, either another poz guy or someone who don't mind me being poz, is like looking for a needle in a hay stack..... but I'd have to say that I have found a few needles, and nice ones at that. Me and Scooby go down to New Orleans at least once a year to really sow our wild oats. We love it down there and 9 times out 10 when you disclose that you're poz the other person usually says me too.
But anyway this is me, I've been battling with social anxiety and depression on and off most of my life and am getting fuckin tired of it and this is my first step to get out there and mingle alittle, and hell its cheaper then seeing a shrink.