It Hurts to Be This Sexy
	2004-07-19 | 3:13 p.m. My So-Called Sex Life
	Things are fucked up in SexTown. For real. Square One: Best Amie and Girlfriendall totally did it with the Piercer. The hook-up story was pretty great, and included strip poker in addition to the following statement: "Maybe we should help ____ relieve her sexual frustration." My friends are fucking pornographic or something. Beautiful. But now I'm kind of in the sexual web, which makes me a sad sack. I only want to be implicated in Chattanooga dyke sex if it means I'll get laid while I'm in Chattanooga. And in case you're wondering, this will not happen. Boo. Square Two: Shmohawk let me get all top-tastic last night. Grrrr-owl. I'm a switch with under-developed topping muscles, and I love it when they get some exercise. I am a snotty top who thinks like a bottom. I have not yet perfected my style of torture, but it involves being told how benevolent I am, and a lot withholding of various important bits of information and approval. But. But. Square Three: Best Amie made the excellent point that I should not be allowed to develop an emotional attachment to Shmohawk, who keeps telling me how cute I am when I do (well, undeniably cute) things. It's not her fault that I'm a giggler, and that said giggling, to someone who finds me at all attractive, is pretty endearingly wonderful. But I keep thinking I just need to stop with the giggling, and that maybe then she'll back off a little. Except that we both really, really want to fuck each other now. And we've made this kind of agreement that she gets to be the first person I fist. And that she's for sure gonna strap on a new cock to fuck me. Square Four: I've never been fucked by someone else wearing a dildo. And the sexual chemistry is just so good. Damn damn damn. This is all so preposterous. Square Five: I've fallen a little hardcore for the Trannyfag Party Boy. It's silly, but oh how I like him. I've written stories about him (of the slightly dirty variety), and I hardly know him at all. It's just a mad crush at the moment. But he's the one that I want right now, so much so that I actually looked at ticket prices to San Francisco the other night. Not that he'll be there much longer, and not that I have a job at the moment, but it's the thought that really does count. Square Six: All sexual prospects in the NYC area are doldrums-dead. I need to find a way to get to Submit in August (my car is out of commission), but I have a feeling that I won't get to play with anyone. Leather Boy will have his Daddy and another favorite playboy with him, and for some reason I feel they're my only sex connections in the area. I plan on flagging for the party, but am not sure how it will work out. Square Seven: Drag Crush just broke up with the other kid from the squad, but I have essentially given up on anything happening at the moment, even though I still get the weird, mostly un-nameable I-Like-You vibe from Drag Crush. Square Eight: I want sex to just happen. Where is that sex? The kind that just falls in your lap and starts making out with you? I want that. **Square Party Player** The weather that ROARED - 2005-03-01 Enabler's Rag - 2005-02-15 Where in the world? - 2005-01-14 Where have all the rude boys gone? - 2005-01-04 quickly - 2004-11-21 <-- - -->	Last Next Newest Older Rings Pictures Links Profile Guestbook Email me Notes Diaryland Hate is Great

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