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May. 7th, 2004
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tasha_riot
Reconnez Cherie, Ma Vie dans La Piscine
May. 7th, 2004 07:12 pmI just came back from the swimming pool:
some boys are bigger than others
some boys' fathers are bigger than other boys' fathers
Know what I mean? And I'm hungry like fuck. Where is Monkey Ball? We are supposed to eat some veggie burgers. If my girlfriend was here, we'd have that sorted. I guess you people don't know this yet but I have a girlfriend - she lives in Winnipeg. Being somebody's gay boyfriend suddenly makes a lot of sense. I can send her music, emails - she can tell me about her bopping nights, her punk seniors - we can cut red hearts and paste it on our computer screens. By the way, I'm kinda polygamous - so I'm open to having more girlfriends. I'll have to draw a line with boys though - MeMonkeyBall wouldn't be happy.
No matter how much you shower, the chlorine seeps under the skin and stays there. How many strangers shared their saliva with me today?
It's friday and it's alright. I'll scoop this weekend with the newspapers and drop it on the living room's sofa - hopefully a job will fall on the floor. I'm easily distracted and easily thrown out of the door. I'm heading to the nearest second-hand music store and ramming my head against the shelves.
I swim a kilometre every session. Today I did 840 metres. It was close to 7.30: women's only swimming. All the men were suddenly thrust into the shower room. There was this eastern european guy, tight beautiful body, pencil moustache, fresh banana, and he got harassed by this old gay guy in front of everyone. It was very embarassing. The old guy's nelly genes were in full swing, asking pencil-moustache where he came from, what kind of shampoo he used. Sometimes, in the presence of other naked men, I feel like the straightest, coyest, man in the world. And I dress the part too - you ain't seeing me with waxed legs and tight Guess? jeans any time soon. I'm skank.
I'm hungry! Where's that boy?
some boys are bigger than others
some boys' fathers are bigger than other boys' fathers
Know what I mean? And I'm hungry like fuck. Where is Monkey Ball? We are supposed to eat some veggie burgers. If my girlfriend was here, we'd have that sorted. I guess you people don't know this yet but I have a girlfriend - she lives in Winnipeg. Being somebody's gay boyfriend suddenly makes a lot of sense. I can send her music, emails - she can tell me about her bopping nights, her punk seniors - we can cut red hearts and paste it on our computer screens. By the way, I'm kinda polygamous - so I'm open to having more girlfriends. I'll have to draw a line with boys though - MeMonkeyBall wouldn't be happy.
No matter how much you shower, the chlorine seeps under the skin and stays there. How many strangers shared their saliva with me today?
It's friday and it's alright. I'll scoop this weekend with the newspapers and drop it on the living room's sofa - hopefully a job will fall on the floor. I'm easily distracted and easily thrown out of the door. I'm heading to the nearest second-hand music store and ramming my head against the shelves.
I swim a kilometre every session. Today I did 840 metres. It was close to 7.30: women's only swimming. All the men were suddenly thrust into the shower room. There was this eastern european guy, tight beautiful body, pencil moustache, fresh banana, and he got harassed by this old gay guy in front of everyone. It was very embarassing. The old guy's nelly genes were in full swing, asking pencil-moustache where he came from, what kind of shampoo he used. Sometimes, in the presence of other naked men, I feel like the straightest, coyest, man in the world. And I dress the part too - you ain't seeing me with waxed legs and tight Guess? jeans any time soon. I'm skank.
I'm hungry! Where's that boy?
