Good morning everyone. I am happy to report that I lead a good life and I am on the right path.
I heard from fellow blogger bkkdreamer that his "anon" shrink apparently let him know that the scathing remark on my blog was not his. Apparently he did not need to comment on my blog because I am a young fellow and lead a wholesome life...
Dont misunderstand me, I am not bitter about the previous comment on my blog; I just find it amusing how some "anonymous" people out there discuss us bloggers - and eventually come to drastic conclusions.
Today, I am meant to meet the French Ambassador at a seminar. I already met him about two years ago and he is - well - FRENCH. There are no Muslims in his country because everyone is French! etc... I wonder what scandalously French opinion he will have this time:)
Later tonight, me, my Peruvian and my Kiwi friend will drive into the hills to visit a study-collegue of ours, who lives on a farm with her husband. She is about 26 and, pregnant. And she was all ashamed when we heard of her pregnancy and came to congratulate her...
In the mean time, ultra-straight New Zealand is forcing more straightness on me...
When I was walking home last night from an exhausting study-day, I walked behind two dolled-up girls. It's the beginning of the term here so everyone is in the mood to get pissed and laid basically.
The two girls were loudly discussing sex. "Have you done it since last week?" "Have you dont it since you last met him?"
One girl asked the others a plethora of questions. Either she was jealous for her getting laid so frequently, or because she was a lez and into her...
As I passed them, they were ashamed and chuckled. But when I was about 2 metres in front of them, they continued their discussion. "Did it hurt?" "Yeah, the first four or five times but now I tell him to do it harder because I dont feel anything..."
I should have turned around and said: "girl, try getting it up your ass and then we can talk again!"
Come to speak of it, I do not remember my first anal sex at all. I dont even remember whether I was top or bottom. Identity-crisis alarm!! Am I now a queen or a king, a gay or a man? ;)
My flat is now infested with Dutch straight guys. They are real blokes. One guy arrived from San Diego on to visit his friend here in Christchurch, before returning to the Netherlands.
San Diego boy says "man" about twice every sentence. "Hey man, how are you doing man, have a good night man...." etc...
Yesterday, they invited a Kiwi bloke and had a few drinks. I overheard them branding San Diego guy "gay" because he bought a nice jacket...then, something about "dont hug me, are you gay"?
They sure had issues out there - it seems....
At least they do the dishes....
Thursday, July 16, 2009
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3 comments:
It's funny about your story of the two girls. Maybe you should teach them a lesson or two about sex. One of the reason why I have stopped going out with straight guys is they see gayness in everything. You wear nice clothes, you are gay. You have a nice haircut, you are gay. You use colongue, you are gay. And also their icessant talk about girls. It's more fun going out with like-minded guys. :)
PS I remember the first time I bottom, it hurt like hell!!!!!
hahahaha, you are funny!
I actually discussed this with my other straight friend. I told her that I should have told the girls: "you should try taking it up the ass, now THAT hurts:)"
I on the other hand dont have many gay friends...
I don't have many gay friends too. I think quantity is not a must. I just need a few sista to bitch about lives and men, and to share each other shoulders to cry on. Yes, we do cry in a manly way, you can still be a man even if you cry! :P hahaha..(manly in such a way that you let your tear trickle silently down your cheeks without uttering a single sound and NOT howling like a mad dog!)
After that first time, I couldn't sh*t for days. Whenever I did that, it felt like my whole gut was falling out!!
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