Tonight I am drunk enough that truth runs like wine, & the pen sweeps freely 'cross the page...
These are the words of a troubled heart freed by spirits of its secrecy.
Funny how the truth I try to hide is so easily read upon my face.
I'm leaving the bar again alone. Granted, there were virtually no men I could have, or would...
Not one man hit on me tonight, nada. This has become routine...
Now... I know I'm not a stud, I'm not young... I am attractive however. I try to send out good vibes...
*shrug
The voice of reason says get a grip; it's a bar scene. This certainly has some bearing... Yet...

Expectations & Truths...

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Well... I was a little drunk last night, huh?
I hope no one takes offense to too much. I'll let the posts stand for now.
It really does make me mad though. Here I am, hoping to meet a nice guy, I do... And he's "not happy" in his "marriage" and gets some on the side.
I really wanted to just make my moral obligations just shut up... Hehe
As you can read though... They were too loud.

Waking...

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Fuck!
How thin can beer make a person's blood?
So... If you're new here... I go out after pre-cocktailing often... I am often surprised by being drunk in the pix... & I edit them to make myself look better. Judge my inebriation from this info...
I'm just looking to wake tomorrow with a feeling of fun last night. Is that wrong?
I want to date a guy I can't, hoping he's what I think he could be.
I want to fuck a guy I think is only a charicature. I don't want him to be anything more unless he is more beyond what I can see.
Both entice me equally because I am so essentially lost...
Wow! I hate the connection to my candor that alcohol makes... Yet I feel free of needless weight. I'm following the flow of my cock...
Only one guy can catch my heart, but he's not feeling me. He's feeling him. Maybe he knows that...

Geez... It's cold out here...

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Okay... Keep the previous post in mind...
This AM I found a blank log titled simply... "Eek!"
I'm intrigued... I do not recall a moment that would prompt that...

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Okay... I'm gay... So singing comes with the package... But I'm almost a drag queen with Bonnie Tyler's "Holding out for a Hero."
My dog is frightened!
So... I'm thinking of the other day when He was giving it to Her so good I almost came. (He & Her, my new above neighbors)
I greatly envy them their OBVIOUSLY good sex.
Now... I'm thinking... What if they can hear me? Am I wearing a wig, harem pants, & castanets? How do you spell that word?
Sadly I fear every fag has that inner queen who needs her musical solos.
Psst... Its like the 'N' word... I can use it. You...? Not so much... Hehe. Just ask Isaiah, right?
Truly though... I'll let it pass as long as I trust your smile, & you better be smiling...
Its fucking 2am... Why am I going out?
Oh yeah... I am drunk...

I am drunk?

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