The truth now...

Hello again dears, it's been about a week, and while Monday through Thursday was the usual trudgery of every day life, my most recent weekend was quite interesting. I'll have you know that I am currently blogging in the nekkid, and I am also enjoying it. A regular occurrence perhaps? We shall see...

Anywho, let me start with Friday.

Friday at three pm, there was a memorial for a dear friend of my extended "family." While my mother had met this man before, I had not, and frankly would have felt extremely uncomfortable had I been present, so I opted out.

Instead, W, who had gotten out of work early for Spring Break, picked me up at about three, and we went out to "lunch" with some of his friends. We ate a bunch of shrimp and mysterious fruits at the swanky asian buffet, and then said our goodbyes.

After that, it was a quick trip home, and then an even quicker trip downstairs to power up the PS3. W then played Final Fantasy XIII for a few hours. (On another blog, I believe I might do a review of this game. I have mixed feelings...)

Anyways, I absolutely detest watching W play video games, and especially hate watching him play video games that I haven't played before, thereby ruining the plot. So I made haste to create plans for the evening with Pirate Man, and his crew. Pirate Man was, of course, willing to hang out, and W didn't argue.

So I spent the evening making woolen dreads with Kitty, and getting my picture taken by their very pretty new roommate, James. (More on him, later.)

At the end of the evening, we made plans to have me picked up the next day, so that I could help put in the rest of Kitty's dreads. (W works on Saturdays, so I had nothing to do anyways. That and I find myself enjoying Kitty's company more and more...)

The next morning, (And by morning, I mean at about 1pm) Kitty and James picked me up. This was the first time I had really been in close, personal proximity to the man, and so I learned a bit, and let me tell you: James is the gayest straight man you will ever know. I know ACTUAL gay men that care less about their appearance than this man does. Needless to say, he quickly became one of my favorite people.

We spent the first part of the afternoon eating at Burger King, and then going to Target to shop for nail polish and bandanas, both for James.

When we returned to Kitty's house, we spent the rest of the afternoon actually doing our finger and toe nails (James included), and then moved on to Kitty's dreads. That night, we all had a St. Patrick's Day party to be going to, so finishing her hair was imperative.

On a side note, let me tell you something: Installing permanent wool dreadlocks is one of the most irritatingly tedious things you will ever do; I don't reccomend it.

In any case, I finished the project of Kitty's Hair about a half hour after W arrived from work.

Two and a half hours later, we were at the Patty's Day party. Me and W had to wait around, because Kitty wanted me to paint her fingernails right before they left, and took a dreadfully long time doing everything else... But lets face it: A household with one woman and three men and only one shower can't get ready much faster than that. W and I actually ended up leaving earlier than the four of them.

The party itself was well on its way when we arrived. As soon as I walked in, I hugged my favorite gay man ever, T, who was tending the bar, and he made me an Irish car-bomb. While I was looking at somebody to do the other half with me, I ran into Miguel, flirted with him a bit, and then continued on my way back to my drink.

Only one car bomb in, and the rest of Pirate Man's crew arrived, and Kitty helped me finish my food. Another car-bomb in, and Pirate Man and his crew were warring with the nerf guns that they had found.

Not one to miss out on opportunity, I immediately started hoarding ammo, and charging for it.

Between selling ammo, and rolling about on the floor looking for more, I introduced James to his first Blowjob. (The drink, you dirty, dirty minded people.)

For the rest of the night, we did blowjobs together, and I continued to sell ammo. James, who had brought his camera, spent much of the night behind it, taking pictures of everyone and everything.

At one point, I approached James from accross the room, and sat next to him, joining whatever conversation he was having.

At that point, I was pleasantly buzzed, more on atmosphere than spirits, and he was a bit farther along than me.

He turned to me, and said, "You know what? I love you."

I grinned and leaned on his shoulder. "Well, I love you too."

We laughed, and he spoke again. "Too bad you're with W."

I laughed again. "Yeah," came my non-committal response. "One day you and me will get married."

"Yeah," he said. "Lets get married one day."

"I'm gonna hold you to that," I said.

"I promise," he said. "We're gonna get married."

And then we went off and did another round of blowjobs.

Now, I'm terribly sorry to leave you all hanging, but W just got back from the store, and we're going to eat. I'll relate the rest of the evening to you later.

Lots of love,

Me.