October 15, 2005


It's about 4:30 Saturday morning, and I can't sleep. I'm just feeling too alone.

I'm tempted to log into gay.com and hook up with someone, just for the brief pleasure of body contact. I'd have to work it so that I could stay overnight at his place, just because falling asleep with a guy is wonderful and I could really use some cuddling right about now.

I mean, I won't. But I'm tempted.

The body pillow just isn't working for me, anymore.
Here lies a most ridiculous raw youth, indulging himself in the literary graces that he once vowed to eschew. Now he just rocks out.