The dogshit lady

For about 10 of the 14 yrs I've lived at my house I've had an ongoing feud with a neighbor I like to call the dogshit lady. I live on one corner of our block and she lives within the same block just the opposite corner of the block from me. Actually my house isn't directly on the corner, it sits two feet from the city owned empty lot which sits on the corner. It started out with me finding dogshit along the side of my house, in the front yard ect.. At first I just thought that it was some dog that was loose, out running the neighborhood.

But then started the early morning yap, yap, yap right outside my bedroom window. Once I'm awake, I'm awake for the day, so I started getting up and peeking through the window to see what kinda dog was making all the racket. That's when I first laid eyes on the the dogshit lady, tall, thin, with bleach orangeish blonde hair, and a leathery too tan face. She was happily walking along with her unleashed shelty dog frantically darting around and yapping all the way. I immediately ran into the living room in the front of the house to spy on her more, and of course her dog jumped into my yard and shit. She of course kept on walking well aware of her dog doing his business in my front yard.

I thought to myself WTF, I don't even let my dog shit in the front yard. Being the anal person that I can occasionally be, when taking my dog for a walk I always bring a plastic grocery bag to clean up my dogs shit. I thought to myself, this fuckin bitch is being really inconsiderate to the rest of the neighborhood. Who the fuck does she think she is? I let it slide this time, cuz I figured maybe it was just a one time thing. WRONG After a few more dogshit episodes I went out on the front porch and asked her, "Would you please keep your dog outta my yard", and she replied with a really snotty, "Yeah". Well that did it, I'd had enough so I went back inside and called animal control and reported her. I knew where she lived cuz I had passed her house while walking my dog back from the park and noticed the shelty tied out in front of her house yapping at us.

I gave animal control her address and they immediately said, "Oh, the one with the shelty" and I confirmed, "yes that's the one". Considering they new exactly who I was talking about I figured that mine was not the first complaint. The thing that really irked me was that practically right out her front door is a city park. Right before the city park it a railroad track that the city always keeps mowed. She could take her dog out there to take a shit, hell its not any farther then walking around the block. I just didn't understand why she would choose to let her dog shit on all her neighbors yards instead of down by the railroad track or in the park. Irresponsible pet owners really chap my ass.

The call to animal control stopped her for a week but then she was right back at it. I thought of taking my black lab over to shit in her front yard, but I didn't know what her husband was like and didn't want to get my ass kicked. I would always collect my dogs shit outta my back yard and deposit it in plastic grocery sacks and I thought of taking a late night bike ride around the block and dump a weeks worth of dog crap on her sidewalk as I peddled by. I also thought of picking up her dog crap and mailing it to her or better yet going right out and throwing it at her or following her home and throwing the crap on her front porch saying, "You forgot something". I also thought about getting a baby diaper and filling it with chocolate pudding and leaving it in the city lot so she thought her dog was eating baby shit. That might make her keep her dog on a leash.

Instead I quit bagging my dogs crap and just started throwing it over the fence onto the city lot right where she walked. The next time I heard the yap, yap, yap I listened closely to see what would happen. As soon as the shelty came across all of my dogs shit in the city lot, it stopped yapping and got really quiet, then I heard her swear as she stepped in a pile. HE HE HE BITCH how do ya like it. This of course didn't stop her, she just walked farther outta range from my dogs shit. I then started keeping a lawn sprinkler out in the front yard and as soon as I heard her dog coming I'd turn it on full blast so she'd either have to walk through it and get soaked or turn around or cross the street.

I eventually bought half of the city lot and fenced it off, now I at least don't have her dog yapping right outside my bedroom window. Between me and the other pissed off neighbors I think she finally got fined for having alot of complaints. I haven't seen her in quite awhile, but I have seen her daughter out walking the dog on a leash and even picking up the dogs crap. So maybe you can teach and old dog new tricks.

PORN PORN PORN

Treasure Island Media is having a SALE and I went on a PORN buying spree. YIPPEE!! In two or three days I'll be getting "Plowed", "Plantin Seed", and "Slurpin Jizz". I've been really wanting to see Jesse O'Toole mercilessly plow some hungry holes, he's in both "Plowed" and "Planting Seed". So I think I'm going to plan a porn day for wednesday.

Needless to say I'm stoked.

Nothing to say

Haven't had much to say lately cuz lets face it life in a small town is boring and a bit stagnate. Had a bit of snow flurries today and am so fuckin tire of that. If it doesn't get nice soon, we're going to end up only having about 4 months of nice weather then back to shit again. I want to get outta here so bad I can taste it. I can see Scooby and I fleeing Michigan and saying as we cross the state line, "Don't look back or you'll turn into a pillar of shit" like Ellen Bursten said in the movie "Alice doesn't live here Anymore".

Been spending all my free time either working on the house or over at our friend Thurston's house sorting vinyl records. Basically got everything sorted into decades and specifics like country, disco, christmas ect.. Hey how fun is that.

My tulips bounced back after the last all day snow-fucking-a-thon. I ended up brushing the snow off of em and then put a plastic bucket over them for protection. There about done now but they sure looked purty while they lasted.

It's times like this I wonder why I even started blogging. I've got nothing new or interesting to say. Nothing is going on in my life worth writing about. Oh wait... the outside of my fathers house got ransacked by a robin last week, shit all over most of his windows, sat on a post on his deck and just started spraying bird shit everywhere. He told me this today and I laughed my ass off.

And thats about it, thanks for visiting.... oh yeah speaking of visiting or visitors I hit 5,000 last week on my site counter. Even though most only visit for about millisecond its a visit just the same. Welcome and thanks for visiting ya'll.

Another hot man

Yum, a little too clipped but yum just the same.

Becoming Positive 1995-96

I wasn't always a slut ya know. Before I became positive at the age of 29 I had had about a handful of relationships lasting anywhere from a couple of months to 3 yrs. Things started going to shit when my mom got sick back in early 1995. I had just come back from a Souxie and the Banshee concert down in Detroit. It was a two hour drive back home from the concert and I got home to find a message on my answering machine. The message was from my sister, she basically said that mom was diagnosed with a brain tumor and that they did immediate surgery and that we were all flying down to Jacksonville, FL to the Mayo Clinic the next morning, and to be at her house early. I immediately sat down and cried and then composed myself and started making calls to work and to find someone to take care of my dog ect.

The doctor didn't have good news. Moms tumor was one that would grow back and the chance of survival wasn't good. They wanted to keep her there and start chemo or whatever immediately, but mom said, "Just take me home to die", its all us kids could do to keep from crying. We made arrangements to have her take chemo back home and then my sisters flew with my parents back and my brother and I drove their car back home to Michigan.

During the summer of 95 is when I became infected. I know this cuz I would get tested every year, except this year I didn't go get tested. I only had unprotected sex twice, once with my boyfriend and once with this bisexual biker guy whom I had played with once or twice before. Me and my boyfriend at the time were kinda on again off again basically it only lasted about 6 months. He never wanted me to wear a condom when I fucked him so I thought if he trusts me then I could trust him. He only fucked my once and then I told him not to cum in me. Whether he did or not, I don't know. To this day he still says he's negative.

The bisexual biker guy was hot and I loved when he gave me rides on the back of his big ass motorcycle. I also let him fuck me with out a condom. I figured that since we both lived in the middle of no where and he basically just fucked women that he was a safe bet. I don't know what happen to him, I haven't seen him since I told him that I tested poz.

Mom's health started getting worse and the doctors decided to operate again on Thanksgiving day. The tumor had grown back entirely. They took it out again, but this time there was no alternative, we were going to loose her. I remember one of the nurses asking us, "What nursing home are you going to put her in?", and we told her that we weren't going to put her in a nursing home that we were going to take her home and take care of her ourselves and that is what we did, with the help of visiting nurses.

Mom died on the morning of her birthday in mid January 1996. Right before she died my father said, "Well at least you made it to your birthday and then he ran crying from the bedroom". It was the only time I've ever seen my father cry. My sister went and brought him back and we sat and watched my mom take her last breath and then she was gone. Visiting nurses came and confirmed that she was gone. Then the funeral home was called and they came to pick her up. Their stretcher wouldn't fit in the bedroom so my brother and I had to help the two morticians carry her out into the living room and place on the stretcher.

During the funeral planning it was decided that since I was never going to get married that I should be buried with mom and dad when I died and that we would just get one tombstone with all three of our names on it. I agreed and thats what was done.

Cut to July 1996: Since I missed my hiv test in 95 I decided to go in and get tested. I was honestly shocked when the nurse at the health dept. told me that it came back positive. I left, called in sick and went down to the river and cried.

The same week our tombstone was delivered to the cemetery.

My tulips the other day. 

My tulips today... 

Woody

I bought this metal sign last weekend at Menard's, it cracked my ass up.

I love it! 

Turkey vs Mouse

For the last month or two the newspaper has been reporting about the wild turkeys that are creating a nuisance in the busy business area of Eastman Ave.. I kinda laughed to myself reading the stories about how they've been sitting on parked cars and pecking at the windows and doors of area businesses. My favorite story was how one chased a pregnate lady into the bank. Granted I've seen the turkeys around campus which is overflowing with wildlife considering its carved out of the woods, its really no big deal.

Today I got to work and noticed that there was a wild turkey behind the barber shop next door. I had gotten to work early so I sat in my car and decided to watch the bird before I had to go punch in. He was just roaming around pecking at the ground mostly. Then he started looking up at the truck he was standing next too, and before I knew it he jumped up onto the truck and perched himself on the truck bed. It was getting time to go inside so I decided to move my car around to the other side of the building so the turkey wouldn't jump on my car and scratch in all up. Went inside and punched in and then decided to go out the back loading dock door and watch him for awhile longer. He was still sitting on the truck, busily cleaning his feathers. I watched him on and off for about 20 min..

Later I had to go out to take some trash out to the dumpster and the turkey was now back on the ground so I decided to watch him a little more. It only took a few minutes this time for him to notice me. We made eye contact and then he stretched his neck so he was really tall and then he started to run at me. I immediately panicked and ran inside the building, all the while silently screaming like a little girl inside my head. I instantly thought of Mark freaking out when the chicken ran across the road at him last week.

Geez who knew they could run so fast...I wish I would have had my camera.

Snot bomb

I've got a headcold/sinus infection this week and not much is new otherwise. My head feels like an over flowing bucket of snot. Decided today to trim my mustache and beard down to a #2 with the clippers. Did it just to make it easier to wipe my fuckin nose, but was planning on doing it anyway. Just turned out to be sooner than later. UGH...

First signs of spring 

All work and no play makes for an intense orgasm

Spent this weekend thinning out the wild grape vines that encase the backyard. My hands are a tortured mess but I finally broke down and started using gloves now if I could just get the last sliver outta my index finger I'd be doing good. Bought some more treated 2x4's and clothesline wire and attached them to our six foot fence in the back yard for the vines to grow on. This will make an 8 ft. tall wall of vines separating us from the neighbors. Glad I decided to do it this year cuz the guy next door's live in girlfriend has two little kids and they just bought them a play/swingset and of course like the neighbor behind us their planning on putting it as close to our property as possible. At least with the vine wall there won't be any kids sitting ontop of their playset looking over the fence saying, "Hello", "What ya doing?", "What kinda cigarette is that?", "Why do you have that man's penis in your mouth?" and so on ect..ect.

Also raked up another 3-4 bags of leaves and other lawn crap. Considering I'm planning on having the driveway paved this year I needed to move a couple of rail road ties that I have. I shouldn't have tried to do it myself cuz I'm feeling it really bad today. My entire leg and arm muscles are like Celtic knots..continuous and endless. Scooby tried to massage them a little today and all I could do was go Ouch..OUch...OUCH....OUCH!....I'm so fucking sore.

Other than that I got the chainsaw running and cut up all the tree limbs that were piled up in the back yard. Also got the attic/storage area done enough to pack most of the crap back into it. And started sorting for a yard sale this spring sometime.

All in all it was a very productive weekend.

Scooby gave me an intense blowjob this morning. Man I was so fucking horny I knew it wouldn't take me long to blow. Scooby ended up having to back off of my cock a bit cuz when I started blowing my load it was shooting right up his nose. I about drowned him, but then I normally do when he blows me. Hehe my Scooby always does me right...

Blast from the past

Like most Fridays when the weather is good I get to work and then head downtown to the art gallery to clean their windows. I notice the new cutie college student worker is working. He's all smiling at me and says hello, and of course I'm eating this up. Is he flirting with me or is he just being sales clerk friendly. Since I have my crummy uniform on, I thinks he might be flirting, considering that I'm just an employee also and he doesn't have to be all nice if he doesn't want to. To think that a guy who is probably almost half my age is actually giving me any kind of attention is making me all happy and friendly right back at him. I bet he's gay, could be an interesting summer. I normally only clean windows every other Friday, but I think I might start doing them every Friday just to see more of cutie college guy. Stay tuned on this one...

Anyway I get my shit together and go outside and start cleaning windows. About 10 minutes into cleaning this woman walks by and since we make eye contact I say hello and she says hello back. She walks a couple of feet past me and then stops turns around and looks right at me. Then it hits me OMG its Penny, this girl that I used to hang with about 20 yrs ago and haven't seen in about 10 yrs. We're both like OMG shocked to run into each other. She was a friend of my first boyfriend and we like use to party together ALOT when I was a true teenage alcoholic. When I first met Penny she was a teenage mom of a little baby girl. She catches me up on a few of our friends that she has also just ran into after several years. Her baby girl is now 20 yrs old, god do I feel OLD OLD OLD. She then tells me she thinks her daughter is fucked up on crack or something and was down in Flint probably doing drugs. Note: 80% of Flint, MI is dirty, nasty and scary. She then tells me she's planning an intervention next week to try and get her shit straightened out. God I'm glad I never had kids, cuz I just know they would have been serious bad seeds.

Fiddler and the truth

Sunday night we planned on going out to the Heidelberg. I called Joe to see if he wanted to go out and told him we'd be leaving in an hour. He replied, 11:00? I said no 10 totally forgetting that we had a time change. Spent the whole day on the wrong time...Oops... So we got our times straight and made plans to meet down at the Berg for karoke. Passed the civic center in downtown Saginaw and noticed it was packed so I asked Scooby, "What's going on?", he noticed that a couple of 18 wheelers had Disney on them. Note: when events are in town the gay ones normally make it out to the Berg since it's only a couple of blocks away. So oddly we both started fantasizing about doing Goofy. Scooby wanted to fuck him and I wanted to blow him.

We got to the Berg and found that karoke had been switched to Wednesday. The bar was kinda dead when we got there but with in an hour about six more men showed up. 3 of them were all bearded and hunky looking. They looked like they were from outta town, so we figured that they were from Disney on ice. Come to find out they were actually from "Fiddler on the Roof" that was playing in the conjoining theater next to Disney on Ice. Two of the guys were scoping Scooby and I out and Scooby eventually went over to chat and play a couple of games of pool with them. Being the painfully shy guy that I am I stayed at the bar and continued chatting with Joe.

Later Scooby introduced me to the Fiddler guys. Joel was my fav..We chatted for a bit then came the always horrible question:

Them: "What do you do?"
Me: "Um, I work for a local University",
Them: "Oh your a professor!"
Me: "Well no, actually I'm a cleaning person"

Then they said something along the lines of "Well there's nothing wrong with that." Ok I heard that one way to many times and all I can say in my head is "Ouch!" I've been cleaning for almost 20 yrs. ya don't have to try and make me feel good about my lousy job, I can tell in your voice that your not impressed. An answer of, "That's cool" would have been sufficient. What I didn't understand was Joel asking me, "Do you have to work tomorrow?" Me:"Yes", Him: "What time?" Me: "4pm", Him: "Cool". Ok with that question I'm thinking cool he wants to play. But a few minutes later he says that he's got a phone call and steps away and when he comes back he's gotta leave. So we say our goodbyes and they take off back to where ever they were staying. I now wonder if I coulda got luckly if I'd of said, "Yes I am a professor." But I'm not prone to lying so I guess I'll never know.

This weekend and especially today the weather was fucking beautiful. I raked about 4 bags of leaves and started trimming some of my trees. Now my knuckles are all torn apart and bleeding...ahh warm weather. Didn't have any oil/gas for my chainsaw or else I'd of cut up the limbs that I hand sawed out of the trees. Thank god the weather is warming up. Winter took its toll on me this year, but now that its getting nice so is my mood. Which is not only good for me but everyone around me also.

Michigan Preparing To Let Doctors Refuse To Treat Gays

This is too scary...
Thank you Michigan Catholic Conference

"The bill allows health care workers to refuse service to anyone on moral, ethical or religious grounds"

Gee, If I was a health care worker, could I refuse to treat Catholics...HA

Thank God my doctor is a homo...

Finally spring is here

After about six months I was finally able to go outside without a coat on today. FUCK YEAH! I do have to say it did help lighten my mood alot. It's amazing what the sun will do, to bad it's only around for 1/2 the year.

Weekend recap

We had a good drive up north to visit "T". Other than all the trees and ground was still dormant, dead and grey looking. We spent Friday and Saturday morning pounding the hell outta T's ass. We fucked him every which way, fucking him from both ends, double stuffing him, and just taking turns watching each other fuck him. Needless to say six fucks and five huge loads later T's ass was filled and done.

Things didn't work out for Mac and I's last fuck date on Wednesday. He ended up having stuff come up and then so did I this weekend so I didn't even get to see him before he left. If your reading this, sorry I didn't make it in to Saginaw to say goodbye, good luck in Cali. Hopefully well get out there one of these days and see ya.

We got back home Saturday and headed over to our friend Thurston's with cocktails in hand. Thurston is a pack rat and had just acquired a 70's console stereo. So we helped rearrange things in an upstairs backroom so he could listen to his vinyl while he's on his computer. He's got so many records that we ended up getting drunk and listening to everything from Paul Robeson singing "Old Man River" on a 78 to Xavier Cugat also on 78. This is the reason I didn't make it into Saginaw Saturday night, I confess I was too drunk to drive. We ended the evening finding the first album of Sesame Street and drunkly singing the theme song and "Somebody come and Play", and "I love Trash", which Scooby and I dedicated to Thurston and his love of old broken things...aka TRASH.

Sunday morning Scooby and I went and took my dad out for Easter brunch then after a few hours of visiting we left and spent the rest of the afternoon at Thurston's drinking again. We spent the first few hours trying to pry his back wheel well back out after a slight mishap earlier in the week with a semi truck. Then it was back up stairs to drink more and listen to more records.

Shitsa happening

All kindsa things are happening around here. First of all Bambi is dead and I'm not talking about the cute little deer from Disney. Bambi is/was the obese owner of "Bambi's Bottoms Up" the local gay bar which was your basic little fire trap of a dance club. Actually he wasn't the actual owner of anything, because of few bankruptcies he had everything in other people's names. I feel really indifferent about his death considering his cocaine use/habit has fucked up alot of our young local gay men. He had turned a once fun local dance club into a sad mess that we eventually boycotted. Needless to say I didn't go to the funeral but we did joke about going, just to give him a VCR (Visible Coke Ring) around his nostrils. Already considering lifting our boycott and going back to the bar, hopefully this change will be for the good. fingers crossed...

This Wednesday Mac and I are having our last fuckdate. He leaves this weekend to start anew in California. Man I'm going to miss our afternoons of him fucking the hell outta my ass. He's a super fun top and I highly doubt if I find a man as HOT as him to be a replacement. Dam Dam Dam

Got plans for a Good Friday fuckfest. T our cute furry friend from last fall is single again so we're going up to his place Friday and fuck him silly. Looking forward to double stuffing his hot juicy butt among other things. We promised to leave him sloshing by the time we leave, which will be no problem.

Our driveway is about 50% submerged with all the melted snow. We bought a little pump last week and I'm hoping Scooby used it to drain some of the water or else we are going to have a serious mudd swamp problem. Looking forward to a short week this week having Good Friday off and all.

Cookie Mueller

I just finished Cookie Mueller's book "Walking through Clear Water in a Pool Painted Black". What a hoot! Cookie was a regular in John Waters early films and lived a very colorful and exciting life. The book is short stories of Cookies life, from being invited to join Charles Manson's gang to accidentally burning down her friends house. I had several LOL moments reading this book. Cookie died of AIDS related illness in 1989. Thanks for the laughs Cookie, we miss you.

1976

My father retired from GM when I was in 3rd grade. My mother, being fed up with the cold Michigan winters had already decided that we were not going to spend another winter in Michigan if she had any say about it. And considering she wore the pants in the family, mom's decisions were final. Mom's sister, my aunt Belle and her husband were already spending winters out in Tucson, AZ so that was our winter destination. The idea of moving was scaring the bejesus out of me and it didn't help that my great Aunt Flossie's new husband Bob told me to watch out cuz the Indians out there would scalp me.

Up to this point we had lived out in the country on our 40 acre farm in between the two very small villages of Lees Corners and Smith's Crossing. Every Sunday Mom and I went to the little Methodist church in Smith's Crossing which was right down the street from my elementary school. Most of the kids I knew came from farming families and everyone knew everyone or close to it. It was your basic three degrees of separation.

It was all planned that we would leave after Christmas and drive out there in our old green Pontiac and get me in my new school just when all the kids were coming back from Christmas break. My parents decided instead of having to find a place to live when we got out there, that we'd just bring our folddown camper and live in that for the season. Oh yeah I forgot to mention that mom's other sister, my aunt Jackie was going to go with us, so that made 3 adults, 1 kid and a poodle all living in a camper.

Anyway Christmas came and after we opened up our gifts we tore down our artificial tree and packed all the Christmas stuff away and prepared for our trip. The day after Christmas we were on our way out west and so began our new Christmas tradition of being snowbirds. The trip basically broke me of my normal carsickness. Aunt Jackie and I sat in the back seat and played tic tac toe most of the trip which helped keep my mind off of being carsick.

We stopped in Colorado to visit my Aunt Bea. She was the widow of my Uncle Du, who was one of mom and Aunt Jackie's brothers. Uncle Do and Aunt Jackies husband Uncle Clem both died of cancer around the time I was born. Aunt Bea's youngest daughter Carol was my age. Carol was very clumsy and always getting hurt one way or the other. (years later we found out that Carol wasn't clumsy at all, that in fact she was getting beaten up by Aunt Bea). That afternoon the adults visited and caught up over cocktails. Mean while Carol and I hung out in the back yard and she told me the story of how she fell down an embankment, explaining the reason for the bruises on her arms and legs. During that visit Aunt Bea told a story of how she was seeking guidance from her minister since she was windowed with 4 kids to raise. She said that he told her, "Bea, you just have to pray" and she told him right back, "You pray...I did...and God don't give a dam!" Man, did that make my everyone laugh.

We got to Tucson and found a travel trailer park called Ramada Camp Inn right off the highway at the end of Prince road and that's where we decided to call home. I got enrolled at Walter Douglas elementary. The school was bizarre, unlike my school back home which was one building, each grade at Walter Douglas had their own round building with wavy clam shell type roofs. I was taken to my class and introduced to my teacher Mrs. R.. She showed me to an empty desk and explained that all the kids were at recess and to just take a seat because they would be coming back shortly. And sure enough the kids started filing in soon after each one eyeing me as they walked in. A girl wearing a butterfly sleeve top with layered shoulder length hair who was bordering on being popeyed sat next to me. She turned to me and proudly announced in one breath, "Hi I'm Georgianne my mom's a stripper".

Don't like the weather...wait 5 minutes

So help me God, if we get anymore fucking severe snow storms I'm gonna scream and claw my face! My mom always said, "If ya don't like the weather in Michigan...wait 5 minutes". It was so fucking true tonight.

I go into the Art Gallery to clean and when I go in everything is all fine and dandy. I get my cleaning supplies out of the basement and go back upstairs and I can barely see out the windows its snowing so bad...I mean whiteout kinda snow storm. I start freaking out and hurry to get my cleaning done so I can leave work early and start on my 20 mile trek home. By the time I get done cleaning and get over to my other building to punch out, the storm has stopped. It was fucking insane...we got like 1-2 inches in a matter of 15 minutes then it was over. I decided to stick it out till the end of my shift, this way the roads might be clear and there won't be so many people out there driving all stupid.

We were planning on going out tonight, but if the roads are still bad maybe we'll just stay home get drunk and go sledding. Might as well make the best of this shit and help preserve my sanity in the process.

"Queer Eye for the Dirt Poor Queer Guy"

Had a boring weekend. Painted trim in various areas around the house that needed painting. Then today I used my snow shovel to shovel the water out of the swamp/mud pit which was once our driveway and into the street. Had several rubber neckers looky looing me while I was doing it, gawd I love to be on display, NOT. Ended up having water run 1/2 way down the block. I probably should just break down and have the dam thing paved this year.

Also watched the "Queer Eye for the Straight Girl" marathon this weekend. Danny is hottie. But honestly watching all those fabulous homo's with their clear complextions was a bit depressing. Reminded me that I really need to get the spider veins on my face zapped before my 20 yr. class reunion this year, that's if I go. A derm abrasion treatment would be best, but I bet its more than I can afford. I wonder if my electric sander would work....just kidding...

They need to have "Queer Eye for the Dirt Poor Queer Guy". Fuck I could use a new wardrobe, spa treatment and an ego boost. We should help out and promote our own instead of the straight people. But then they wouldn't get the straight viewers and that's what its all about...viewers, ratings and money, money, money.

In like a Lion out like a Lamb

My mom would always say this about March. That if it came in like a lion (bad snowstorm)that it would go out like a lamb (mild weather) and vice versa that if it came in like a lamb it would go out like a lion. This is definately an "In like a Lion" year. The storm started Monday afternoon and is still going. It's been a creeper storm, just a continual light snow that adds up before you know it. I made it home from work last night from my 20 mile drive home wondering if anyone had notified the snowplow guys that it was snowing out.

Got out this morning and snowblowed and it looked like the plows still haven't gone through. The drifts in our driveway and sidewalk are at least 3 feet tall. Once I got the snow cleared from around the cars, driveway and sidewalk I decided that I should call my dad and cancel our weekly Tuesday lunch. He still lives out in the country on the remaining acre of our 40 acre farm and there is no way that I could make it out there in this weather.

Weekend update

IM'ed Mac Sunday morning to say hi and see if he wanted to hook up Wednesday for a playdate. He said he'd really like some today. Then on a fluke I threw out the idea, " I guess you could come over and you and Scooby can take turns on my ass". That left him speechless, but by the end of our IM he said if we weren't busy that he'd come over that afternoon and that left me a little speechless. Needless to say had a wonderful Sunday afternoon having them take turns on my ass and mouth. Man I was in doggy heaven pleasing these two hot guys and having their cocks sliding in and out of me. What a workout! I hope we can get together for another round before Mac leaves for Cali, but if that was the last hurrah, it definately was a memorable afternoon.

The weekend I almost blew up

Last weekend I planned on painting the floor in the attic so it would have a smooth clean surface to attach those self stick tiles. The area has no heat other than our propane heater that stands about 3 feet tall and is monsterously loud when on high, with the flames flying up the center of the cylinder shaped heater. I was alittle leary about doing this project and asked Scooby if it would be safe to paint near the open flames of the heater. He told me that it would be no problem as long as I use water base paint and NOT oil base.

With all of our past projects, we have about a dozen cans of paint sitting around the house. Other than water base I wasn't sure which paint would work best so I asked Scooby which I should use. He found a can of paint for me and then got busy with his own project of hanging more drywall. I was still a little leary so I decided to read the paint can to make sure and give me some sense of security. First thing I read was DANGER flamible liquid and vapor.

Me: Hey this stuff says Danger flamible liquid and vapor.
Scooby: I've never heard of water base paint being flamible.
Me: It also says it takes mineral spirits for clean up.
Scooby: Oh then I guess its oil base paint.

Yikes!

Geez thank god I read the can or else I'd probably be a french fry. Anyway to make a short story long found some paint that said it took warm sudsy water for clean up. Painted the floor and didn't explode.

This was all kinda disconcerting considering that I've had at least 8 ancesters (that I've disovered so far) that have died in house fires.

Don't believe everything you read!

Ok I was kinda irked by the article at gay.com about "Weighing in on Prevention" by John Cameron Mitchell. First I do agree with him about how bad crystal is with gay youth and that more guys are becoming infected because of it.

What I don't agree with is his quote: If you become positive you'll have to get a job with health insurance for the rest of your life. If you're poor, you could die. First of all this is all fine and good if your trying to scare HIV- guys into practicing safe sex. It is not good to tell this to guys that have just found out that they are poz. I have had a couple of friends that when they found out they were poz they immediately gave up and committed suicide. Yes a job and insurance is a plus if you have HIV but it is not mandatory in order to get help.

I'm not sure how it is in other states but in Michigan The Ryan White Foundation pays all HIV related medical bills if you don't have insurance and can't afford to pay. We also have DAP = the Drug Assistance Program which pays for medications for people with HIV. DAP covers not only HIV meds but quite abit of other medications also.

I myself do have a full time job with insurance but am still considered low income and Ryan White and DAP pays for everything that my insurance doesn't (deductibles, copays, ect.) Scooby doesn't have insurance and his medical bills and medications are paid for by Ryan White and DAP. Granted you have alot of paper work to fill out and a few hoops to jump through but it's worth it in the long run. Every year at this time I have to go to FIA = Family Independent Agency to apply for medical assistance (Medicaid). I get turned down for Medicaid because of the fulltime job and insurance but once I get turned down then I can receive help from RW and DAP.

I just want to get this out there so newly infected guys will know that there is hope even if they don't have a good job and/or insurance. There are organizations out there that will help you find the assistence that you need. We have a case worker from a local HIV/AIDS organization that helps us and points us in the right direction to get the help we need.

I just pray everyday that Bush and his Republican cronies don't take away that money in order to pay for their stupid war, or else yes, we could die.

Sunnier mood's with freezing rain

Had a great weekend. Flirted a bit with one or two college guys online Saturday. Exchanged #'s now I just need to get up the nerve to call em. Then Saturday afternoon and Sunday night Scooby gave my ass a total workout. Fuck between his cock and two of our toys he reemed my ass to the point that I'm sitting funny today. And that's a good thing! It's just what I needed and gave me the attitude adjustment that was well overdue.

We were planning to head over to the "Berg" last night for karaoke. Got all ready to go, walked out the door and noticed that we were getting freezing rain. So we said fuck it and went back inside. Then a few hours later we decided to fuck, it's gotta be the first time I've been happy for freezing rain. LOL....Also spent this weekend watching new porn. Damon Blows America vol. 6 New York/Palm Springs is a complete oral cumshot extravaganza! Skate punk Christian is such a cutie and takes loads like a pro.

Lost

I haven't had much to say recently because I've been depressed. This is normal for me this time of year. It's a combination of the crappy cold weather and the culture shock of leaving New Orleans and coming back to no where. Scooby and I have been talking about moving down there for a few years now, but when it comes right down to it... moving scares the shit outa me. First of all I'm 38, second I have no education or skills. I clean offices and homes here which I guess I could do down there, but seriously I'm fuckin sick of cleaning. I could probably learn to bartend.

What also scares me is loosing the security that I have here, even though its not sure whether our cleaning contract will be renewed or not in fall of 06, I still have the security for the time being. Losing my health insurance would also scare the hell outta me. Granted anything HIV/Aids related would probably be taken care of by Ryan White funds, but anything not related and I'm fucked. Then there's family... My father is in his mid 80's, can I just take off and leave my sisters to take care of him, only to come back to visit once a year. After my mom died my brother retired and moved down south and now we rarely see him. I feel like I'd be running away from family responsibility. On the other hand I feel I need to live my own life.

I hate being gay in a small town... there's no gay community and alot of people aren't very friendly. I think that might be because alot of them feel trapped also and are probably depressed. I've got another 26 more years until I can retire and I don't know if I can do it. I already feel like I've pissed away most of my life so far. We always have fun in the New Orleans gay community but would it be like that if we lived there?

Anyway this is what's been going through my head recently. Basically I have no direction and I feel lost, but whatever happens I will survive.

Not much going on

Well it looks like my rant was heard. This weekend we had temps in the 40's and rain that melted alot of the snow. Yea! Life is kinda stale right now. Nothing much happening to report. Other than my FB Mac is moving back to Sacramento next month. Really bummed about that but I don't blame him for leaving, there's no fuckin jobs around here. I should know, Scooby's only worked 4 hrs since New Years. But then its been to cold for his van to start, so it's not like he could of went if they scheduled him anyway. Hope they work Scooby soon, would really like to hookup with Mac before he leaves. That's about all that's going on here.

Winterant

Thank fuckin God, we finally have had a week with out a snow storm and they're not predicting anymore until Sunday. YES! If you hadn't noticed I'm so fuckin sick of winter and all the fuckin snow. For the last several days we've even had temps in the high 20's which is a heatwave compared to the fridged 0 temps that we've had lately. January and February are always the worst fuckin months. Thank god February is a short month.

One thing I don't understand is Groundhog's day. If he sees his shadow we have another 6 weeks of winter...WTF....hello.. its the beginning of February another 6 weeks of winter is a given for fucks sake. I guess I wouldn't hate winter so much if we lived in an apartment. This way snow removal would be someone else's headache.

Anyway here's my top 10 reasons why I hate winter.

10. Having to wear big clumsy boots outside so my feet don't get soaked.
9. Having to carry a pair of "inside" shoes with me to work.
8. All the layers of clothes I have to put on to keep from freezing.
7. Having to close off 80% of the house, cuz I can't afford to heat the entire place.
6. The high gas bills to heat only 20% of my house.
5. All the salt that gets put out to melt the snow/ice that I have to clean up at work.
4. Having to leave the water running at night to keep the water lines from freezing.
3. Having to crawl under the house with a hairdryer when the water lines do freeze up.
2. Snowplows burying my driveway right after I've cleared it.
1. The backaches from shoveling the heavy snow that the snowplows throw in my driveway that my puny snowblower refuses go through.

end of rant...Happy fuckin Groundhog's day

On the down side

Well now since I wrote about most of my sexventures's during vacation, here's the other side of the things that went on... Less than a week before we left on vacation my cousin (dad's side) dropped dead of a heart attack at 57, so the day before we left was spent at the funeral home chatting with other shocked family members. When Scooby was seven his father died the week before Christmas. My heart goes out to everyone who's lost a loved one right before the Holidays, it totally sucks.

Then while we were gone my moms oldest sister died New Years morning. So when I got back I had a memorial service to go to. My aunt was 89, had altziemers and was living in a nursing home so her children seemed more relieved that her suffering had ended. They had a really nice tribute to her life, as a school teacher and all around great person. I just really wish that our families would get together other than for funerals. But this is what happens when your a "late in life baby", the majority of my cousins were married by the time I came along so all that's left is funerals. We used to have reunions but they ended due to lack of interest.

And last but not least January 12 would have been my mothers 81st birthday and was also the 9th anniversary of her death. I was going to do a tribute blog to her that day but just couldn't do it. I can't believe that it's been 9 years, god I miss her. I think it's really hit harder this year because of the 2 funerals that hit so close together. Anyway, Happy Birthday Momma...

So that's the down side of whats been going on in my life recently.

I'm back

Hey there, we got back Tuesday afternoon. Will have to give a brief summary for now, cuz I'm swamped trying to catch up at work and trying to keep up with all the snow shoveling. Fuck it was nice to be in decent weather, didn't miss this snow shit at all.

Anyway the morning we were suppose to leave to drive down, that big snow storm hit. Everyone told us to wait, but of course we couldn't. Instead we detoured west and drove down through Illinois. Managed to miss most of the storm until we got to the bottom of Illinois and from there on it was A DRIVING HELL until we got to Mississippi. Needless to say that Arkansas and Tennessee don't have the proper equipment to keep the roads clear and of course they have no salt to melt the ice and snow either. Luckily I'm a very seasoned shitty weather driver. Saw several cars and turned over semi trucks in the ditch. Because of the severely icy roads we tried to stop for the night before we got to Memphis, TN but all the motels were full so we ended up in a 5 mile, two hour traffic jam just to get across the bridge to Memphis. By the time we got across it was about 2am and we luckily found a vacancy at the Econolodge.

We got to the room and Scooby immediately ran to the bathroom and then someone knocked on our door. Stupidly I opened up the door to see who it was and it turned out to be the Econolodge prostitute. She said she locked herself out of her room and needed to call the office but considering she was carrying a empty bottle of baby oil I think she wanted to use more than the phone. She was also looking to party but I managed to get through to her that I wasn't interested and got rid of her before Scooby came out of the bathroom. Definitely will never answer our motel room door in the middle of the night in a strange town again. I was tired and not thinking...luckily we didn't get robbed.

We got down to New Orleans the next day and lets just say the 10 days there, I had so much sex I think my cock is going to fall off. Scooby and I were very naughty and had a blast in the process. Will write more about it soon...I promise.

Happy Holidays

Hope everyone has a great Holiday! I won't be online during vacation. Hope to come back with some nasty stories about the trip. Here's some pics from last years trip. See ya next year.

Christmas in the Quarter

VooDoo at Congo Square... our favorite bar

WAS our favorite bar. Since our visit last year Estelle sold her share of the bar and they fired Jim who was our favorite bartender. Sooo FUCK YOU VOODOO...

Latrobe Park in the French Quarter

The Basilica on Jackson Square

Mondays

I got out of work Monday night and started to head home when it sounded like a big chunk of ice broke loose from my wheel well. I continued to drive until my car started not handling worth a crap, so I took the nearest highway exit and pulled over to see if I could pry the ice chunk loose from the wheel well/tire. Turns out that it wasn't an ice chunk at all and that my front drivers side tire was going flat. (note: I just replaced the front tires two weeks ago with new ones) So I pull into the gas station a block away and try to air up the tire, but it refuses to take air and is leaking it out as fast as its going in.

So I go to a pay phone and call Scooby to let him know that I'm going to be late cuz I gotta change a flat. It's just after midnight and its freezing cold and the ground is covered in icy wet slush. Fucking great... So I get the jack and the spare tire out of the trunk and jack up the car, get the lug nuts all off. Then I start to take the flat tire off when the piece of shit jack buckles and basically folds in half dropping the car onto the tire which gets pinched into the wheel well.

Call Scooby back and tell him my predicament and ask him to bring another jack. Wait for a half hour for Scooby to show up. We get the car jacked up change the tire, and we're good to go. That is until Scooby tries to start his van and its dead. Luckily he had jumper cables so we jump his van and finally head for home, by that time its almost 2am.

My only question is why can't this shit happen during the summer when its nice out. But then again it could have been raining.... Long story short the tire was replaced free of charge (luckily I bought the warranty). After I left Discount Tire I immediately went to Big Lots and bought a hydraulic jack. I'm sure as hell not going to deal with the piece of shit jack that came with the car.

Family Christmas went well last Saturday, we all got along and had a good time. My oldest niece was there who is about 4-5 yrs. older than me and we all reminisced about how her and her sister and brother used to torcher me....ah the memories...

Count down to New Orleans, One more week....YES!

Merry Christmas Mr. Scrooge...you fucktard

Well its Christmas time and you know what that means. It's time to get fucked over by my employer. It started last week when I received a letter from my boss's secretary saying "Since you didn't use your vacation by your anniversary date of Oct. 15, you have lost 4 days of vacation".

My email to my boss, his secretary, and the director of human resources

Last year I noticed (posted on the bulletin board in the custodial breakroom) a list of physical plant employees and their anniversary dates. My annv. date on this posting states Jan. 27 I argued this saying that I thought my annv. date was Oct. 15,(the date I was hired) and I was told no that it goes by the date that I was permanent fulltime which would be Jan. 27 not Oct. 15.

On Feb. 26, 2004 I asked for vacation for Dec. 23, 2004 and Jan. 3, 4, 2005 and it was approved. If my annv. date is Oct. 15 why were these days approved and why was this not questioned then?

Now I'm being told that my annv. date is in fact Oct. 15 and that I have lost 4 days of vacation. I was only doing what I was told and for that I lose 4 days of vacation? In the past when employees who still had vacation time left and it was getting close to their annv. date they were told to use them or lose them and yet I get notified 2 months after I've already lost my vacation.


The next day I get a email from HR saying that I was right and that my 4 days have been put back into my vacation bank and that they're sorry for the mix up. Man I'm so glad that I sent it to HR also or else I'd still be battling it, cuz our manager and secretary fuck up so much you'd think they were on crack. Another thing is that I actually only had 3 days of vacation left not 4. So I'm thinking do I say anything or just take the extra day. Well after a talk with other employees I'm told that management adding extra days of vacation to employees is normal and happens alot. One woman was told that she had 2 days of vacation to use, so she took them, now management turned around and said she took two days to many and that they will deduct it from her next check. So she is going to be shorted about $200. on her last check before Christmas. Note: the place I work is a college that specializes in teaching people how to run their own business........ Isn't that a fucking joke.

The only thing they do for us for Christmas is take us out for a meal and I was just told that their not doing that this year. I'm sure it was the accountants idea.

So Merry Fucking Christmas

In other news my family is having our Christmas party this Saturday. I like when we have it early and get it out of the way. Plus I think big daddy might be doling out some inheritance this year, since he made a big stink when my brother (who is retired and lives down south) said they couldn't afford to come up for Christmas this year. Needless to say my sister made a call and brother and wife are now coming up. Another clue is my father asked me a week ago about my finances, which is something we never talk about. Sooo I hope I'm right, and if I am me and Scooby are going to take a couple of vacations next year. NYC and San Fran is the plan and while I'm dreaming crashing my old classmates 20 yr. reunion in Tucson would be fun also.

And last but not least Sugar daddy is coming up this Saturday night to give us our gifts. YEA! His gift request this year is to watch me fuck Scooby silly. Boy that will be an easy gift to give...

Ch Ch Ch Changes

Scooby called me at work last week and I could tell in his voice that he was bummed about something so I immediately asked, "What's wrong?". He then explained that he was checking out "T's" profile on gay.com and it had just been updated and that T said that he had just met his soulmate and that he was in love, and mentioned the guys name. So I guess we're out of the picture. I felt kind of indifferent about the whole thing. Yes I did want it, and yes I thought it would work, but I just had a feeling that it just wasn't going to happen. Scooby was really bummed by the news. So it looks like its going to be just the two of us going New Orleans.

This is the 3rd fuck buddy this year that has settled down and found a boyfriend. Granted T was not really a fuck buddy, we had only hooked up once, so I guess that's more of a one night stand. Anyway 1st our handsome 20 yo poz guy David got a bf and let us know that he couldn't come over to play anymore. We're still good friends though. Then my fb Tony found a bf and said he'd give me a call if things didn't work out. Damm...

"When one door closes another opens"

I now believe in that saying cuz I just got another playmate. Went over to his place Sat. morn. He's probably in his early fifties, tall and thin with a real deep voice. Anyway he's neg. so it's basically me blowing him which is cool with me. This Sat. was our second hook up and man was it HOT! He had me on my back on the bed and he climbed on top of me and stuck his cock in my mouth and was face fucking me when he started balancing on his feet and head and brought his hands down and started gently playing with my nipples. To be mouth fucked and have my nips played with at the same time was to much and got me really horned up. Then he shot his wad down my throat which made me blow too. HOT HOT HOT!

Other than that my insomnia and acid reflux is kicking my ass. I think I drank too much over Thanksgiving which is causing the excessive acid reflux. So needless to say I didn't drink any alcohol this weekend. Then I've been only getting about 5-6 hrs of sleep a night and its making me really irritable. Fell asleep at 11pm last night and was wide awake by 5am. By 7:30am I decided to get up, turned on the tv and watched the end of "What Ever Happened to Baby Jane". Then I started watching this movie called "Zero to Sixty" about people who do car repos. It was a 1978 movie and I couldn't stop watching it cuz the teenage girl in it had this way too familiar voice. I mean really obnoxious sounding and I kept thinking who the hell is she...the it hit me....it was Violet (the blueberry) Beauregarde aka Denise Nickerson from "Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory". What a trip. It was a "B" movie that also stared Silvia Miles and Joan Collins. It was either that or paid programing. So shoot me...I'm easily entertained.

Confessions of a binge drinker

Well I had a nice 4 day weekend. We were invited to go to my sister's for Thanksgiving but we lied to her and my dad and told them that we were sick. Considering we had a family wedding two weeks ago and my family is getting together for Christmas in two weeks we figured that we'd get out of Thanksgiving this year. Scooby and I stayed home and were planning on having our own Thanksgiving dinner and inviting a couple of friends over but when I found that turkeys were $17-$25 each I said fuck it and bought a 30 pack of beer and a fifth of Irish cream instead.

The Bay City Times said this weekend that the county we live in consumes more alcohol than any other county in Michigan. This was no surprise since Bay City has more bars per capita than any other place in Michigan and besides its a prodominately German and Polish community, HELLO alcohol is our way of life. Bay City has 51 bars which is more than twice the ratio of people-to-bars than the state average and twice the number allowed under MI law. The law however, lets cities keep the liquor licenses issued before the limit was set in the 1930's. God bless grandfather clauses. They also stated that if you drink at least 5 drinks in a row at least once a month than your considered a binge drinker. So I guess society considers me a binge drinker. Woo Hoo... Anyway we did our best this weekend to keep our title.

We also had some friends come up from the Detroit area this weekend. They stayed at another friend of ours and we partied with them most of the weekend. We had a great time hitting the local flea markets and antique shops. Scooby and I made breakfast for everyone Friday and Saturday morning and had dinner both nights at our friend Joe's place.

Shit I almost forgot to mention the snow storm we had last Wednesday...fuckin' 6 inches of the white shit, not the kinda 6 inches I like either. Had to drive home from work in it and it wasn't fun. It then rained most of the weekend and now most of it is gone, but their predicting another snow storm tonight...shit.

We didn't miss out totally on all the Thanksgiving fixings, our neighbor next door brought us over two plates full of food which we inhaled. Oh and last but not least a big thanks to Homer for the delightful Thanksgiving pics. Anyway that was our Thanksgiving weekend in a nutshell. Hope everyone had a good one...

Thanks4giving

About 15 yrs ago right before I bought my house in Bay City I had an apartment with my friend Jack. It was the upstairs of an old farmhouse located out in the farming community of Tittabawasee township in Saginaw County. We were preparing to take "Berlyn" my exgirlfriend from High School to the local gay bar in Saginaw that evening. Berlyn was nearing the end of her rocky marriage and needed a little pick me up so we figured we'd go out and dance our ass off that night. In the process of getting ready she told us about this one time when she was giving her husband a blow job and that when he came he shot so hard that cum flew out of her nose. Jack and I were speechless except for our uncontrollable laughter. My first thought was, "yeah right" cuz Berlyn had always told tall tales which I only half believed. Then being the slut that I am my second thought was, "I want to suck off her husband". I of course would never have done that cuz Berlyn was a dear friend, but it did start some very hot fantasy material.

Cut to about 7yrs later.

Scooby and I were in New Orleans for the first or maybe second time together. It was Labor Day or aka Gay Mardi Gras the weather was scorchingly hot so to get out of the sun/heat for awhile we decided to go to the bathhouse. After a few trips around the premises I noticed this hot furry chested guy with a goatee leaning up against the wall near the glory hole cubicles. Normally I'm not one to make the first move but he was just to fuckin' hot to let slip out of my grasps, so I went right up to him and ran my hand across his chest and commented on how HOT he was. He thought the same about me so we locked ourselves in a cubicle and I sat down on the chair and started to massage his cock which was quickly becoming rock hard. Not only was he great looking but he had a big fat cock to boot which I immediately started choking down. Within no time he had grabbed my head and was giving me the face fucking of a lifetime just slamming his cock down my throat. Man I was in hog heaven... then before I new what was happening he thrust my head down on his cock and without any notice shot the fucking hugest load I've ever had the privilege of receiving. Granted cum didn't shoot out my nose like Berlyn but he did fill my sinus cavities and totally flooded my mouth and coated my throat. With my head swimming in cum I immediately shot a load onto the floor. We then said our goodbyes and I pointed him in the direction of the showers/sauna and steam room area. For the rest of the day while we strolled around the streets of the French Quarter all I'd have to do was sniff a little bit and more of his cum would ooze down my throat and I was in heaven.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Horny as all get out

Scooby's gone down to Detroit this week to do some handyman work for sugar daddy. He left Tuesday and will be back probably on Friday. I miss him already but I'm also enjoying the time alone. Was hoping to have a playdate while he was gone and luckily Mac came through, he's coming over tomorrow to fuck my white hungry ass. BIG GRIN.. Today was kinda boring, I called my friend Jack to see if he wanted to hang out/drink coffee and watch a movie but he was sick so we just chatted on the phone a bit. I was planning on getting some more yard work done but it rained today. So I did some yoga and after that cleaned up and played with my ass for awhile until I went to work. I don't know what it is, but I've been really horny this week, so I'm planning to fuck the hell out of Scooby when he gets home. I mean shit I jacked off twice today and probably will again when I get home.

I really need to pay more attention when Scooby is showing me sites on the net. He showed me what I thought was Yahoo gay chatrooms where you can watch guys on their webcams. So last night after I got home I popped online and got the cam going and tried to find the site... and nothing. The chatrooms I found on Yahoo were nothing compared to what Scooby showed me a few days earlier. I was looking for the furry chest chatroom but no luck. By the time I got off line it was 2am and to late to go out, not that there would have been anyone at the bar anyway. So I watched a bit of porn then went to bed around 3am. Thought that I'd get a great night sleep having the bed all to myself (other than the cat that is) but noooo I was awake by 7am, fucking insomnia. I'll definately be popping a couple of xanax tonight before bed.

Scooby promised that he would go get his bloodwork done before he left, but when I got home I found his bloodwork kit still sitting there. This made me start to fume until I found his note saying that he tried to get it done but the person who does the blood draws at the health dept. was gone deer hunting this week and that he made a appointment for next week. For some reason I found the deer hunting story funny... only in Michigan.

Designated hole day

Well since we had our encounter with T last month, we've been sorta courting him. For several years we've considered adding another guy to our family unit and he seems to be an excellent match. I charted his horoscope and it looks like we should get along great. We've been trying to hook up again but he lives about 2 hrs away and our schedules haven't allowed another playdate yet. We've asked him to go to New Orleans with us this year and I really hope he can make it, cuz it would be a good test to see if the three of us are compatible.

Considering that Scooby only works 4-8 hrs a week I have to admit that I'm slightly afraid that I'd end up being the only bread winner of the family. Reading T's horoscope though did help put that feeling aside, cuz it noted that he's a hard worker and that's the impression that I've gotten from him also. I did tell Scooby that if we do end up getting together that I'd be ok with it all as long as I got fucked by both of them at the same time at least once a week and the same goes for the two of them also. I don't think that's to much to ask, I even came up with a name "designated hole day". Just the thought of it gets me hard. We've already started dreaming up stuff like starting an adult website and making extra money by webcamming our threeways.

Funny thing is, I know that I've been ranting of late about needing a good banging, but in all honesty my guts (stomach/digestive track) have been giving me problems lately and my mood for bottoming has been hit and miss. One day I feel ok the next I feel like shit, one hour I feel ok the next I feel like shit. Weird thing is, it all started the day after the election. I'm figuring its either nervous stress or maybe all the queso cheese dip that I've been eating that was left over from our Halloween party or a combination of both. To make matters worse I think the turkey sandwich that I had tonight wasn't good. I need to get home and drink some red wine, it's suppose to help that kind of thing.

Anywho this concludes our episode of "As the stomach turns"...

An overhaul

Ok I will admit it. I'm still very depressed over this fuckin' election. I've been moping around and just can't get it out of my system. I've kinda considered going back on Zoloft but I really don't want to because of the (lack of erection) side effects. I'm finally getting to a point that I don't need the viagra except for maybe an all day fuckathon. About 10 yrs. ago I had a brief obsession with abusing Robitussen cough syrup and it really fucked up my erections. I don't recommend this to anyone and I regret doing it myself. Luckily my hardon's are finally back to norm...Yea!

But anyway, I'm just going to deal with this blue period the old fashioned way and just go through it and get over it. The other day I saw this woman in her car and she had anti-Kerry bumper stickers on her back window and I gave her the finger as I passed her on the road. I'm not just talking a quick flash of the finger either I'm talking arm stretched out window, finger in her face flipping the bird... and it felt really goooood. Scooby asked me the other day what it was going to take to get me out of this funk I'm in and I told him, "Two guys fucking the hell out of me like we did to T last month". Yes that is what I need... a major ass and mouth fuckin' overhaul complete with a hot spooge lube job to both orifices. That would definately zap me out of this mood and put a silly grin on my face to boot.

Best Wishes from the Moral DeCays

Well we went up north this weekend for my nephew's wedding. He is the last of my religious sister's six kids to get married. Yea! No more weddings for that side of the family. We really didn't know what to expect. The ceremony wasn't at my brother inlaws church so we figured that he wasn't going to be the preacher. We had already made plans to ride up with my sister and father, then when they arrived her husband was with them also. Great, him and I normally mix like oil and water. He drove like a stupid person, poking along when passing people and most of the time refusing to get back over into the slower lane...but I held my tongue.

Did I mention that I forgot to take or bring any Xanax with me...

We got there and got seated in the little church. The village we were in maybe had a population of 100 but I think that might be pushing it. The churches preacher started the ceremony and he was very enjoying and funny...Then my brother inlaw took over and started preaching about how this country is in moral decay while looking directly at Scooby and I. Funny how he didn't eyeball his own brother, who's did time in prison for child molestation. I'm just sayin'.... Well his congregation was all "Amen" and "Praise Jesus" and luckily that stopped and the actual marriage ceremony continued cuz the next person to say "Amen or Praise Jesus" I was planning on screaming a "Praise Jesus" as loud and as obnoxious as I could.

Then I ended up getting in an argument on the way home with my other brother inlaw about the dioxin contamination of the Tittabawasee river. I finally ended it with a "Whatever I don't give a FUCK!". Nobody says fuck in my family normally so me saying it felt really good.

Anyway the day of turmoil totally threw off my chi and after we got home I preceded to get totally shitfaced until I barfed bigtime. Sunday wasn't any better I was really out of sorts and didn't feel completely attached to my body, just a really ackward day for me. That afternoon while I was moving a ladder onto the back porch I was explaining to Scooby that it was my family (mainly my bible banging brother inlaw) that threw off my chi, and in mid sentence I broke a antique glass light fixture. FUCK FUCK FUCK...

But anyway that was my shitty weekend in a nutshell.

I read in this months Out mag. that Thanksgiving weekend is Mr. Toronto Leather weekend. Wish we could go but can only afford one vacation a year and its going to be in New Orleans for Christmas/New Years. Dam... I want to be used by a bunch of furry leather daddys.

Tomorrow is another day

It's been raining since Tuesday here which was fine by me cuz it fit my gloomy mood. I replaced my Kerry bumper sticker in the back window of my car with my favorite "Born Again VooDooist" bumper sticker, this normally keeps the asshole's that cross my path out of my face. Then today the sun came out and I embraced it as new day and the end of my gloom and manic period. When I'm down I sometimes play Smashing Pumpkins Siamese Dream because it reminds me of a man/boy that I was seriously infatuated with who stomped on my heart about a decade ago, but I'll save that story for another time. Anyhoo I took that cd out of my player in my car and put in my REM Eponomous cd, this always cheers me up.

This week was payweek for me and I ended up getting some extra money due to my mileage check for October. Ahh another thing to be happy about. So I decided to treat myself and go get one of those fancy coffee drinks downtown after I got done cleaning windows at the Gallery. I got there and ordered my double cafe mocha and heard this one woman say to another woman, "I got really militant about the election this year and it felt really good". Ok... my first thought was, "oh man, please not a fuckin' Republican". Then to my surprise she said, "My daughter asked if we could please move to England" and then the other women jokingly said, "We can't go to Canada, they've closed their borders because of all the hordes of people fleeing the U.S.".

Then the three of us looked at each other and laughed, and I went on my way. OMG there are some good people in Midland after all, and I'm so glad that I was there to witness it cuz it really made my day.

With a double cafe mocha and two marinol coursing through me I'm driving in my car singing:
"It's thee end of the world as we know it"
"It's thee end of the world as we know it"
"It's thee end of the world as we know it"
"and I feel fine"....REM

Eyes closed, hands over ears....la la la la la

Ok I'm done with politics for another 4 yrs unless something important comes up that needs to be voted on. I'm no longer allowing myself to read the "letters to the editor" section of the Midland Daily News after what I read today. One letter against gay marriage states that "How can Homo's really say they love one another when they give each other the death sentence of AIDS". FUCK YOU!!! I got HIV because of faulty condoms that I got from the local Health Dept. so FUCK OFF ASSHOLE!! Personally I don't even give a shit about gay marriage I'm very happy living in sin, thank you very much, but if others want to then I believe that they should have that right same as every other person in this country. When gas prices started going over $2 a gal., I remember one letter that stated "I don't know why everyone is complaining about high gas prices, milk is more expensive at 2.50 a gal." Well for one fucking thing I don't buy 20 gallons of milk a week either you stupid FUCKTARD! If it wasn't for working and having family in Midland, I wouldn't look back.

Most people in Midland are soo righteously ignorant.

I've got to shut myself off from this shit or its going to kill me. I would love nothing more than to live in a happy place like Canada but it doesn't look feasible. Vancouver would be my first choice because of all the furry daddy's that live there, but its too fucking far away and Toronto is too fucking expensive. In order to sell the house and get its maximum worth it would have to be finished, which we're not even close to doing.

So I'm done listening/reading about politics, I don't want to see that rat faced dictator or his vacant staring stepford wife again.

Pardon me while I drown myself in alcohol, sex and xanax for the next four years. Now back to my simple uninformed life. La la la la la la.....

"Song of the exPat"

"Oh Canada"
"Our home and native land"
"Bring down your borders to encompass Michigan"

Yeah like that would happen

Well fucking Hitler won another term. I'm at least happy that Michigan's electoral college vote went for Kerry. Unfortunately Michigan did pass the bigot law to ban marriage and civil unions for gays. But seriously it disturbs me to live in a country that the majority of the people are so clueless and naive. Its all those backwood inbred conservatives that's the problem. But I guess once there children start getting sent back from Irac in a box maybe they'll have a change of heart. I doubt that also, but who knows.

But anyway, I honestly thought that this would probably happen... so last night I started looking at real estate and HIV and Aids services in Ontario, Canada. Would love to live in the Toronto area, but it looks to be too expensive. Found a few nice places in Sarnia just across the border from Port Huron, MI. Only a few hours from where we're at now, and I hear that they have a passenger train that goes to Toronto. Hmmm. Going to start investigating how to go about getting a Canadian citizenship. I hear its easier to get if you do it before you move.

I want to live in a actual FREE Country damit!

Any Canadian readers? I'd love some input.

GOD SAVE THE QUEEN! ey

Update: Well I took the online skilled worker test to see if I could immigrate and I scored a 53. The lowest acceptable score is 67. Sooo I guess I'm too stoopid to be able to immigrate to Canada. FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!

VOTE DEMOCRATIC TODAY!

If you care at all about what makes this country great you'll vote today!

If you care about saving/protecting:

• Social Security
  
• Labor laws
  
• the environment
  
• Equal rights for all people
  
• The lives of our troops
  

You'll vote Democratic today!

That's all I'm sayin'

Note to self... Don't mix the following

beer
whisky shots
jello shots made with cheap vodka
and vicodin

Well I'd love to blog about the Halloween party but I only witnessed the first couple of hours and then I passed out. I'm so fucking pissed off at myself. All that fucking work for practically nothing. Before the party I had one of my migrains so I thought I'd try a vicodin. Then I had maybe 4-5 beers, 4 shots of whisky and a couple of jello shots... and that was all she wrote. I ended up passing out in one of the bedrooms and couldn't get up for the rest of the night. I'm normally not such a light weight I think it might have been the combination of the vicodin and the alcohol. Oh well no use crying over an accidental overdose.

I've learned my lesson. Here its two days later and I'm still feeling like dogshit.

Tippi and the Birds

The one positive thing that came out of becoming HIV+ was that it saved me from being an alcoholic. Granted I still drink, and do, on occasion still get wasted, but with the meds it doesn't happen very often. In my 20's I was a real booze hound. Blackouts and passouts I knew very very well.

One Halloween (about 10 years ago) after a month of feverishly planning I put together a Tippi Hendren costume from "The Birds". Let me say right now that I don't do drag. I was at best scag drag. With no makeup, I'm more of the Kurt Cobain type drag, not trying to impress, just trying to be funny and or peculiar. The clothes was pretty easy to put together, a turtleneck, skirt, trenchcoat and a blonde wig. The most time consuming part of the project was trying to figure out how to make black birds. (note: this was before we had Halloween USA) I finally ended up making them out of black felt with little googly eyes glued on either side of their heads. I had about a dozen pinned to various parts of my costume with their beaks covered in blood like they were in the process of pecking me to death. The best part was that I took those antenea type things that attach to your head that have springs that stand up with sparkly stars or ball thingys attached. Well I ripped the ball/star things off and attached my felt black birds. I had two sets on my head and two on each arm which made a total of 12 black birds flying around me. Along with the ones that were already attached to my costume, It was truly a scene.

Halloween night me and a friend of mine went out to the bar. Of course the majority of the boring people in the area didn't dress up so needless to say I got hammered that night so I could deal with being one of the very few who actually came in costume, not to mention being in drag. Well it ended up being one of my blackout/passout nights and one minute I'm at the bar and the next its morning and I'm waking up face down on a sidewalk... in a residential neighborhood... in a pool of my own sick....Still in my costume....AAAHHHHHH!!!! That wasn't even the worst part, I didn't even know where I was at.. until I noticed the 7-11 across the street which is open 24 hr.....NOOOOO!!! Luckily I was just a couple of blocks from my friends house, so I stood up wiped my mouth and scurried down the street and around the corner and luckily my car was parked outside my friends place. God only knows what the people that saw me thought, laying there on the sidewalk with those little black birds pecking at me and bouncing around my head and arms like they were...

Ugh

I'm so fucking tired and hung over today. We went out to the Berg last night for karaoke and to hand out invites. Ran into Dixie and invited her but she was on some serious drugs or something considering the glazed over look she had. She really wasn't to aware of the other people in the bar last night so how knows if she'll remember being invited to the party or not. Poor Dixie is a transexual lesbian, unfortunately lesbians want the real thing so they're not interested in her. We ended up closing the bar and the alcohol talked me/us into going to an after bar party last night. Didn't end up getting home till about 5am I think. Man I wish we would of went right home, I feel like crap and this crappy feeling makes me depressed. At least I made it to work or else I'd feel even worse.

I think we're about ready for the party. I of course am entering into the "Why are we doing this" stage. I go through this with every party. It was our friends from Detroit that asked if we were doing anything for Halloween and at first we didn't have any plans. But I thought we only see these guys a couple of times a year so lets throw a party so we can all get together before winter. Well now friends from Detroit aren't coming....fucking typical. Oh well we will have fun with or without them.

Lost boy

Rabid mouse

Woo Hoo, I finally figured out how to post pics. Looks like I'll be a Lost Boy/man again this year. Can't waste my spooky contacts, I guess I could just wear one and go as Marilyn Manson but I refuse to shave my beard.

Pre Halloween party planning

I got home last night to no Scooby. He had left a message on the answering machine telling me he was at Joe's decorating for the party and to call or come over when I got home. So I changed out of my uniform and headed to Liberty Party store for a 40 ouncer and then headed to Joe's. I know Scooby to well, so when I got on the front porch I investigated before going any further. Sure enough I found fishing line going from the top of the storm door to the light on the porch ceiling and at the end of the line was a rubber spider. I open the storm door, the spider comes down from his perch on the light fixture and would have landed right on my head had I not been wise to it. I love Halloween...

By the time I got there almost all the decorations had been set up. Spider webs and black lights everywhere and a big pot on Joe's old stove with a foggy substance bubbling over the rim. When you shut the bathroom door downstairs another spider descends in the foyer to land on unsuspecting guests. Let me just say that Joe has the perfect house for a Halloween party it's really old and he collects practically anything that is old so his house is full of antiques and such, including an old pink dental exam chair that looks like a big tongue that sits in the living room. His place reminds me of a restaurant/bar in Tucson that my parents used to take me to called "The Bum Steer". It was this large barn type building packed full of memorabilia and junk and everytime we went I'd see something that I had overlooked or missed on our last visit.

Joe starts chanting "More spiders, more spiders!" Then attention goes to this old phone that he has that has a crank on the face where the numbers should be. It's not hooked up to anything but if you hold both of the wires and someone cranks the crank you get an electric shock. I forgot to mention that Jimmy was there also and was sitting on the floor in the dining room holding the wires as Scooby cranked the phone giving him little jolts and making him cackle like Uncle Fester. We then headed to the cellar to try and make wider paths through the maze of junk so guests don't trip when trying to get to the ping pong table in the very back.

We will probably go over again tonight to hang more spiders. I don't want to stay to late though cuz I got me a bj date tomorrow morning. Did I also mention that I love neg guys, who love poz guys who swallow. LOL

Fear not and enjoy

Despite the windy, rainy, cold weather this weekend went great. I don't know if it was because of the bad weather or what but there wasn't the traffic I expected going up north this weekend, so all my fears were for nothing. The fall colors were amazing, I've never gone on an actual color tour before so seeing all the rolling hills of color was a delightful experience. My ex's family was terrific and we actually had fun staying with them, so my fears about that were for nothing also. In fact we were grateful they were there cuz we needed the man power to carry the old sliding glass doors and the new replacement french doors, they were heavier the a muther fucker.

Saturday evening we went with the ex to the casino. Scooby and I don't gamble, but we did have a few drinks, ate some chili cheese fries and man watched alot. A few hours later we headed into Traverse City to the bar. We didn't even get our first drink ordered when this furry handsome guy come up and said I know you guys. It turned out to be this poz guy we've chatted with on gay.com every now and then. I told him later in the evening that his online pics didn't do him justice, he was so much hotter than I expected him to be. His pics weren't bad it was just that they were taken from so far away that you couldn't really get a close look and normally that sends up warning signs for me. By the end of the night we were really snogging this guy and we ended up making plans on Sunday afternoon to come over to his place for a play date.

It had all been prearranged that the ex would sleep on the couch and we would sleep on the Aerobed on the living room floor. Luckily Scooby and I slept in our clothes cuz Sunday morning everyone was up by dawn's crack or 9:15am. We all lazily slumped around and drank coffee most of the morning, then Scooby and I got busy installing the last door. By mid afternoon we were off to our playdate. We got there and T was dressed in a t-shirt and shorts showing off his wonderfully dark hairy legs. Well it didn't take us long and we were in bed going at it. We got him on all fours and Scooby started fucking his ass while I held onto his head and fucked his mouth. The three of us had a blast, Scooby would slam his cock up his ass and he would automatically swallow mine. After a while of that he said, "Time for my favorite position", and told me to lay on my back and then he hopped on me and slid his fuzzy ass down on my shaft. Facing me he then leaned toward me and told Scooby, "Ok your turn" and Scooby slid his cock up his ass also. I then grabbed onto his shoulders so he was firmly planted on my cock and Scooby and I preceded to fuck the hell out of him. Later on I threw his fuzzy legs over my shoulders and gave him what I like to call a plunge fuck. It's where I pull almost out except for the head then wait for a few seconds then plunge all the way in, he would first gasp then a slight smile would creep across his lips. We ended with him on his back with Scooby dropping a load up his ass and me flooding his mouth. Then he shot a big healthy load on his chest and stomach and I lapped it up like the hungry dog that I am. Afterward the three of us went into town and had a nice dinner and then we headed for home. We both wished T lived closer cuz he was a very fun and fuzzy fuck.

This morning I fucked Scooby and afterward came to the conclusion that I had fucked so much in the last two days that I think my cock is going to fall off. Then Scooby went to work and Mac came over and fucked the living hell out of me. Now I'm tired, all fucked out and ready for some sleep and its only Monday....

To the guy that IM me on Friday the 8th:
Hey back at ya, sorry I never IM you back. I haven't figured out how to use Yahoo IM when I'm not on my own computer and haven't been online at home in a while. Also tried to reply this morning when I discovered your message but it wouldn't work. Just didn't want you to think that I ignored you.

Hometown Hedwig

Sorry about the environmental drama of my last post. It's just that this issue has been eating at me for most of my life and it actually feels good to get it out in the open. I feel that a weight has been somewhat lifted. But enough of that, I couldn't stand to have my last entry of the week be depressing, its the fuckin weekend for fucks sake. So here's a little happy story......

Earlier this week I got home from work and Scooby's fuck buddy, Jimmy was over. Well he frequents our little pub "The Heidelberg" in Saginaw alot more than we do since he used to live only a couple of blocks away. Well it struck me to ask him about Dixie and if in fact she used to be a man. Oh boy, this question got Jimmy really going. Not only did he confirm that Dixie used to be a man but he knew her before "the chop". I guess she had her last operation about a year ago and that she's a real wacky chic. He's not sure if all her storys are true considering that she claims to know Elton John. There's also some disagreement about where she had her last surgery, She claims she went to Thailand or someplace like that and some other guy says that's not true, that she had it done in Colorado. She even let Jimmy inspect her new vagina and he gave her a thumbs up.

She also told Jimmy that she used to play in a band which was kinda popular in Europe. He didn't think that was true until he heard her play guitar and he said that she can really rock. I swear the more I hear the more I like Dixie. We need to start going to the Berg more often cuz I think Dixie would make a great new friend. I'm so bored around here most of the time, I could really use some colorful people in my life.

Colorful people make my soul fly.

Torn

Ok, I'm really torn about the shit thats going on around here. God where do I start. The people that live on the Tittabawasee river have a class action suit against The Dow Chemical Co. in Midland because of dioxin contamination. Here's the low down: Dioxin contamintation of anything higher than 90 PPT (parts per trillion) requires cleanup. Dioxin in the flood plains of the Tittabawasee river is around 1000 PPT. I'm totally for the people suing. Their claims are that their property is not worth what it would be if it wasn't contaminated.

Dow is not claiming responsabilty and some of the pro Dow people of Midland are writing into the newspaper saying that the word "Toxic" is not as serious as we think. They also are trying to raise the cleanup rates to over 1000 PPT so they don't have to clean it up. (Note: the people of Midland are up river of Dow so they are not effected.) Studies have been done on the animals along the river and we are now told not to eat wild turkey or any birds that live along the river because their chock full of dioxin. Now Dow is asking the city of Midland to lower their Companys property taxes cuz since they're located right on the river their property is not worth what their paying because of the dioxin contamination. Fuckers! Dow is also claiming that the long term affects of dioxin exposure is unknown.

Well.....

My grandparents had a farm just a stones throw from the river. My grandfather, aunt, and mother all died of brain tumors. My mother was diagnosed at the Mayo clinic in Florida and they told us that this was very strange since brain tumors are not hereditary. I also know of two teenage girls that have both had brain tumors, and almost a dozen others that have died of different kinds of cancer. My grandmother died of pancreatic cancer and a couple of my uncles had Hodgkins disease.

Whether the cancer is because of the dioxin or not, who knows. I don't really think that all these people were all rolling around on the banks of the river. What they do all have in common is that they all have wells that are probably fed by the Tittabawasee river. Shit my family started hauling their drinking water when the contamination was first discovered back in the 80's. I remember as a teen when we first moved back here from Tucson and my mom made the comment one winter, "Oh look the river is frozen over", and as a smart ass teen I was like, "Duh, its winter" and she then told me that the river never froze when she was growing up and most of her life. (Note: it never froze down river from Dow, that is)

I really want to write a letter to the editor of the local newspaper and let them know what I know. But what will the effects be? I'm worried if it all snowballs that they might just bulldoze everything including my grandparents old homested where my mom and most of her siblings were born. Maybe if I don't say anything everything will just remain the same and it will actually prevent the urban sprall thats been eating away at all the rolling farm land.

I don't know....I'm torn

Hello Trannie

God I'm so fuckin tired! We went out last night for drinks and karaoke and ended up closing the bar again, which is actually normal for us. We had a good time, I played a couple of games of pool and lost both. Pool is hit or miss with me, either I play pretty good or lousy. Last night was a lousy pool playin night. Dixie was there again, she's the one that we think is transexual but not sure. She was just dressed in a t-shirt and jeans this time and was playing pool and singing karaoke. The guy I played pool with was kinda dissing Dixie, but then she kicked his ass three times at pool, ha ha. Then he made a comment about wanting to see her breasts and without hesitation she lifted her shirt and showed us her big floppy boobs. This kinda confused me because they looked so natural, not like the fake boobs you see these days. Dixie then told us about her career in the army and fighting in the Gulf war and being in Germany when the wall came down. She also told us the sad story about how her son had just lost his life in Iraq.

Cha Cha heels from Hell

We went out today to get our free weekly pizza for having an advertisement sign in the yard. When we got there the pizza still had 10 minutes left so Scooby and I walked around the "Old Town" area and went over to a thrift shop. Everything in the place was insanely cheap, all clothes were a dollar each compared to 3-5 dollar clothes at Salvation Army. I found myself a nice Falls Creek long sleeve shirt that will be really nice to where around the house this winter. Then as I was perusing the shoe area I saw these black leather platform shoes. My first thought was these are to cool to be mens shoes, but sure enough they were size 11, (Yea! my size) So I tried them on and they were a perfect fit.... total coolness! Looked at the price...one dollar... YES! Scooby found a couple of really nice pairs of jeans, which was perfect cuz he was just complaining that he doesn't have very many nice pairs anymore. Got up to the check out and the pants and shoes were 1/2 off. I can't believe I got Cha Cha heels for 50 cents and their American Eagle brand also. Yippee!

With them on I stand about 6' 3". I'm normally a couple of inches shorter than Scooby and with his boots off and my platforms on I tower over him, which got him really hot. Then he tried them on and the towering effect did the same thing to me. So needless to say we got a little frisky today before I went to work.

Now I just need to learn how to walk in them.

Busy, Busy

We had a very busy/productive weekend. Scooby and I spent most of it hanging drywall in the attic. I got another roll of insulation installed, hopefully will only need one more roll to finish. Brought in all my plants from the front porch since its starting to get a little to cold for them outside, at least at night. Finally found the electric blanket and that will be going on soon.

We went out for a late lunch/early dinner Saturday to A&W. We both wanted to get over there before they close for the season. Had their cheese curds for the first time, they were very yummy. (Yes, I know, I live under a rock)

Got emailed back from Mac this morning confirming that he wanted to hookup with me today. So I apologized to Scooby for freaking out about him hooking up with Mac a couple of weeks ago, and told him that I didn't mind if they wanted to hook up again in the future and wouldn't mind a 3way sometime. (God bless him for dealing with my psychotic virgo ass) I blew Scooby before he went to work and then Mac came over and gave me a good fucking this afternoon, which is just the attitude adjustment that I needed.

Happy Happy Joy Joy