February 1, 2006

Answers to yesterday’s question:

A: I’m not really into breaking the law, so second degree sexual assault of a minor and solicitation of a 16 year old isn’t my cup of tea. But he did exist.

E: This guy exists, though I don’t think his boyfriend is in the country anymore.

C: Yeah, I don’t really know what a ‘safe bareback’ movie is, but I’m pretty sure I’d rather not sleep with a former porn star. I have enough problems with my body as it is.

D: I can’t be actually sure that he’s a professor, but he did ask me to stop by the science building on a Saturday evening and make for the bathrooms on the fourth floor. I may be exaggerating, but whatever.

B: Yeah, this guy was made up. We don’t really have black people in Madison.

But! Speaking of resolutions, I did (almost) fulfill another resolution.

My three resolutions (or goals for the year, rather, since I think resolution is a stupid word) were, in case you’ve forgotten, were to lose a few pounds, stay out of the gay.com chatrooms, and not be such a prude when it comes to fooling around.

Well, the salad bar hasn’t been looking too appetizing lately and as yesterday’s post makes evident, I’m still logging in more than I would like to. Which only leaves one thing...

Check back later today, or possibly tomorrow, for all of the sordid, not-so-sleazy, somewhat humorous details of my sexcapade. Or rather, my failed attempt at a sexcapade. It’s a doozy, just to warn you. Copied and pasted into a word document, I’m at 4.5 pages and I’m not even at penetration yet. This may be a two-parter.
Here lies a most ridiculous raw youth, indulging himself in the literary graces that he once vowed to eschew. Now he just rocks out.