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Entry the Six Hundred and Thirteenth03 March 2004 Salty Tonight was all about saline. First, I cleaned my sinuses with my new neti pot. The concept of this thing is kinda gross, but hey, if it helps clear my nose out, I'm all for it! The actual process worked well, and the nose is a tad clearer than it was. We'll see how it works with regular use.The other salty moment dealt with Epsom salts. Never seen then, never used them, but the physician's assistant had me buy them. ;-p Had to soak the finger he lanced to release the build up of fluid from some infection or another. Whee. Also will be taking antibiotics for the next few days. At least it's been treated and is getting better - the swelling is down considerably. The ankle is also doing better. I really do think the thing will come off on Tuesday. Will be able to swim again this weekend, and then will have to set a regular fitness routine again. Napped when I got home this evening, which was much needed. We're in that strange temp time where the sleeping is difficult because of the changes in temperature. I like to be under a comforter with it in the 60s or cooler outside the covers when I sleep most days. May have to try to disabuse myself of that habit this year - I've slept when it's in the 80s at night (Taiwan), so I know I can do it, I just need to get used to it. Otherwise things are going pretty well. Picked up an iPod this weekend, am loving that. Richard got one as well, as did NRJTM, and Richard also got a Powerbook. Portable music. I wonder how it's going to change my perception of the commute, though, with a soundtrack going in the background. Archives |
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Entry the Six Hundred and Fourteenth11 March 2004 Peer Groups and Reactions I don't proselytize about my veganism. I occasionally joke and jab with friends about it, but not in a serious way unless someone asks me point blank why I am vegan. I don't hold myself out as a moral or ethical exemplar. To do so, either to preach or to hold myself above others, would be anathema to me. I am me, this choice is the right one for me, and it not necessarily the right one for others. I do not always agree with the means and methods of the spokespersons of the vegan movement in all of its forms, just as most people do not always agree with the means and methods of, say, the political party to which they belong. Nonetheless, as the sole vegan among most of my peer groups, it is difficult not to feel like I am being personally attacked when someone decides to question the efficacy of the vegan diet or ethical outlook, even when I might otherwise agree with the speaker. I know, intellectually, that this is mostly likely not the intent of the speaker, but emotional reactions have little to do with intellect. I try to stay out of such debates, even where I may have information to refute certain positions the speaker takes, because to get drawn into such a debate would only end up irritating me further. Much like debates about religion (and I do not deny the cult-like qualities of much of the vegan movement or its detractors), neither side is likely to be convinced of the rightness or wrongness of a particular position; the arguments only end up bolstering the faithful or angering the opposition. It is exceedingly frustrating, though, to sit and listen and not react. I will still attempt to stay out of these debates, but my temper is wearing thin. ... In the meantime, my mood has been most foul the past couple of days, I've mostly slept better than I had been, but I'm just feeling very down about several things, and frustrated about others, which is just merging into one big, bad mood. Which probably fed and fed off the rant above. Archives |
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Entry the Six Hundred and Fifteenth17 March 2004 Stasis I continue on in a holding pattern, in a stasis of sorts. I'm sorta healed up, I've traded out all of the "first pierce" jewelry I had put in 5.5 months ago (the scrotum ring's new curved barbell slipped in quite easily and has behaved itself nicely), the ankle improves, though not enough to take off the space boot entirely. My libido is somewhat active, though I've had too many things planned otherwise to take advantage of that fact. Once I start exercising again I know it'll come back - it improved markedly when I started running 6 years ago and I'm sure it'll be back with a vengeance once I can get regular cardio again. Work is going well. The quality and quantity of what I'm asked to look at is improving, and I'm starting to learn the specialized lingo of the new BGA, making me look like I know what I'm talking about. I still tell folks to humor me and start from the beginning, and that's still working for me. The folks I'm working with are good, competent, and pleasant to chat with. I'm still just amazed at my luck in finding this. I still feel like a lot of stuff is hinging on the ankle getting better, though, and I'm mildly disturbed that I'm not "getting on" with other things while this heals. It's been over 5 months now since the injury, it is healing with the proper care it's getting, and I'm pretty healthy (normal colds and scrapes notwithstanding). I guess I'm puzzled at my reaction and this stasis I've stuck myself in, waiting for something that is almost-but-not-quite out of my control. I can do other things, but I have to overcome my natural inertia toward huddling down and waiting things out in order to get going. Archives |
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Entry the Six Hundred and Sixteenth21 March 2004 Laid It was definitely time. I’ve been half-way joking with friends that I needed to find some fuzzy muscle daddy, throw him to the bed and ride him until I'm happy. In other words, I was getting antsy, since my ankle is mostly recovered, and the metal is healed enough for playing, and I wanted to get some sex. Which is, I suppose, only partially true. I didn’t hop online Sunday with the explicit idea of having sex (as I told one guy on gay.com, "I’m not looking, but I’m not ‘not looking’ either."). I hopped on gay.com initially, just looking to chat and stave off some boredom. Soon enough, the usual random message popped up, and since it wasn’t an immediate, "wanna fuck?" kind of thing, we struck up a conversation. Slightly older than I, "not completely out" according to the profile and ultimately, I think, more in need of a friendly shoulder to lean upon than actual sex. We did eventually talk about it, and his desire for restraint and submission, but nothing became of him past a good phone conversation. After that, and after killing monsters for a bit, I hopped on manhunt.net to see if I’d gotten any mail. I had made the discovery of manhunt right before the ankle injury, and have pretty much been completely out of commission since then, so there have been a couple of gentlemen with whom I’ve corresponded over the past few months. One of them emailed me looking for a blowjob. Since he agreed to come up to me (I was not about to put on the spaceboot just to go give a BJ) and I had nothing to lose, I agreed. He asked me to be in a jock when he arrived, and said that he’d come all over my chest when he got to the end. Not bad. So at about 3:38 he said he’d be up in 15-20. I stayed online, noting that he’d left himself logged in while he was on his way, and waited. And waited. About 4:45 I figured he had flaked out on me, and had in fact made a note of that on his profile (you’re allowed to put in notes for your own use on guys’ profiles on manhunt - a very useful feature to remember names, dates, numbers, etc.). Shortly thereafter I got email from another guy I’d been chatting off an on with, one about my height, also pierced, also with a PA, asking if I was looking to play. Told him I was, sort-of, but that another guy had flaked out on me. We traded a few more emails, and eventually I we agreed that he, we’ll call him Christopher, would come over. He said he had to clean up a bit, but he’d be here in about half an hour (this was about 5 p.m.). Literally right after sending a confirming email with my phone number to Christopher, there was a knock on the door. It was the blowjob guy. Eeck! I let him in, led him back to my room, sent off a panicked email to Christopher telling him to wait off coming over, that BJ guy had just shown up, an hour late. He’s underestimated how far up my building was, and had walked up from where he lived. We stripped down, he asked if I minded poppers. I allowed as how I didn’t mind them, but didn’t use them myself. He ended up using them a lot (and why does that damned smell linger so much?). He was very verbal, sometimes helpfully so ("Right there!" "Slower, deeper..." "Put your hands on my balls."), sometimes not so helpfully so. All in all, I think we were at it for about 10-15 minutes. He pulled out and came all over my chest, as promised, and came a lot, which was pretty hot. He didn’t quite collapse afterward, but he was a little wobbly. I cleaned up, he got dressed, and out he went, at about 5:20 or so. I quickly zipped back to the computer to see if Christopher had written back from my panicked email. Not only had he not replied, he’d not even read either that one or the one with my phone number. Which meant he was on the way over. I deleted the unread, panicky email, made sure I was clean, and waited for his arrival. About ten minutes later there was another knock on the door and I ushered Christopher into the apartment. He was wearing glasses, not a feature seen in his face pic, with a cute earring in his upper left ear and holes for more on the lobes, though none were in at the time. He was about my height, slim, much cuter than his pic had allowed (which is always nice *grin*). Took him back to the bedroom, hung up his jacket, and started with a slow kiss. Much to my delight, I quickly discovered that his tongue was also pierced; tongue piercings have been a major turn-on for me ever since I kissed a young’un with one in the fall of ‘99. Our glasses had to go next (nothing quite like bumping glasses as you try to kiss), and the tentative first gropes began. Clothing was quickly shed as we proceeded to learn how each other reacted to various stimuli, using mouths and hands to grope, tease, pinch and otherwise explore. We alternated between standing, lying beside and on top of each other. We complimented each other on our respective pieces of metal, and he admitted he missed his nipple rings (I know the feeling!). His PA had a larger gauge ring than mine, a 4, I think, to my 6, and it was fun to see how it felt to be on the other side of the PA equation. I can see where it might feel awkward in the mouth at first, but knowing how it could be used to stimulate the head right, I made the most of it. He didn’t object. Nor did I to his own efforts there. We alternated between attacking and being attacked. Ultimately I let him have more lead than I (both profiles listed "versatile," though mine with an emphasis on top and his with an emphasis on bottom), and he asked what I liked to have done to me. Which is a hard question, as I’m usually the more aggressive one and am doing things to the other person, rather than having them done to me. I encouraged his considerable rimming skills and ultimately decided to take the plunge and bottom for him. The bottoms who’ve said so were right: one does feel the PA, and yes, it does feel good. Very good. He entered me from above, me on my back. It went in fairly easily, despite the PA’s resistance and my own tightness. I had warned him I didn’t bottom very often, so he went easy at first. After a while I flipped him over to his back (even when I’m a bottom I like to be on top *grin*) and got more aggressive. We alternated holding each other’s hands in place and the tempo in which we moved. Eventually I was once more on my back and he managed to find exactly the right spot, nailing my prostate over and over, the PA massaging it back and forth. I encouraged him to come and he did, most magnificently. I then clamped my legs around his waist, grabbed my own cock, and came all over myself, hitting the bed above my shoulder (quite a feat with the PA - normally it gets in the way of far shooting, but I guess the angle was right...). I collapsed down, he slid out and we headed over to the shower. Definitely someone to be a repeat performer, and we’ll see how it goes on the flip side of the equation. I wonder if he’s ever had another PA himself. Archives |
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Entry the Six Hundred and Seventeenth24 March 2004 Control I turned off the light and crawled into bed, spooning up behind him under the covers. As my hand came around his side it rested on his underwear and began to gently run my fingers up and down over the bulge underneath. Sometimes they'd just run over the top of the shaft, sometimes down the balls, slightly rubbing underneath, mostly just up and down the main shaft, all through the protective layer of cotton. He gradually lengthened, and as he did his body began to shift, gently stretching his legs out and rolling slightly toward me. I slid my hands under his briefs and gripped the shaft gently, resisting his efforts to place his leg between mine. I rolled onto the near arm, trapping it under my own. He removed his briefs, tossing them out of the bed as I rolled the covers down, exposing both of us to the warm bedroom air. He quickly grew tired of trying to move me as I continued working on his crotch, gripping the shaft and moving up and down, fingers occasionally reaching down to hit the balls, occasionally concentrating on the head, twisting, moving, gently tugging at the entire length. His breathing grew quicker as I nuzzled as his neck. His other hand came around over his head as if by instinct and I took it in mine, holding it in place with the other. My ministrations below his waist grew more direct, more focused on the goal. He began to arch his back slightly and a moan escaped his lips as a hot stickiness coated my fingers and his chest. "You're always so cruel," he whispered, out of breath. "It's a matter of control," I replied. Archives |
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Entry the Six Hundred and Eighteenth29 March 2004 Falling Want to scare yourself? Read Fat Land: How Americans Became the Fattest People in the World. I'm only 57 pages in and it reads like a horror novel. Everything comes together just right in the 70s and beyond to make for a culinary disaster. *shudder* Spent most of yesterday resting away the mild hangover from going out to the Eagle and JRs on Saturday. Met Christopher, the gentleman from the previous Sunday, for coffee and then snuggling at his place, along with liberal doses of bad movies and television. Was a nice, relaxing day, and quite fun. Back to work after having Th and Fr off (strep - though likely as a carrier and not symptomatic, according to my physician's assistant, despite the nasty sore throat I had). Wasn't too bad, but had a couple big things awaiting my attention. Handled some, didn't get to others. It'll all still be there tomorrow, and it'll get worked on then. Went to a dinner last week with friends of friends, for one of their law firms at the Freer Gallery (very nice, never eaten in the gallery, though have been there numerous times). Having dinner with a couple of them tomorrow, too, and am getting an invite to a fundraiser/dinner/dancing/black tie thing with the Gamma Mu Foundation at the end of the month ($180 a head - yikes!), in which they seem to be very active. Is all very flattering, and fun, but there's no way I'll be able to become a full fledged foundation member yet - the $1k per annum dues are a bit steep for me yet. ;-) In the meantime, it does seem like a good organization, and they're good guys, so we'll be social and what not. I keep forgetting how little I've been updating (no mention of the dinner, no mention of the strep, either). I'll falling down on the job here. Not sure that it will get better, and not going to beat myself up for it for once, but I'll try. Archives |
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Entry the Six Hundred and Nineteenth31 March 2004 Tawking Christopher came over this evening after dinner and he and I had "the tawk." Told him about me, told him about the whole poly thing, Richard, this journal, etc. He took it all very well, was very cool with it all, and was still willing to kiss me and agree to future dates before he left, so that was a good sign. We actually chatted for quite a bit, getting to know each other, seeing our similarities and differences. NRE. 'Nuff said. Yesterday was a good day, too. The space boot came off (hooray!), and I'm now walking in normal shoes again. It's been a little slow going, slower than my normal pace, but I'm walking on my own, and that's the important part. No running or biking yet, but I can go swimming, so will try that soon. Another follow up in three weeks to check the progress. I also did dinner and drinks with the "friends of friends" last night. Those boys can drink! My head was okay, I was just a little tired today, but man, I can't keep up. It was a fun time, and I committed to showing up at the end of April to this black-tie thing with a date (and I've asked Christopher, who has accepted). The things we do for friends. Actually, it'll be fun, and I'm sure we'll get to scandalize at least a couple of them, which is always fun. *grin* Archives |
