confessions of a dirty mind
Cheezuz, I'm like so bored out of my mind. Recently I've been spending way too much time on the Internet, senselessly stalking whoever comes to my mind. This is crazy. Ok, in between I attend lectures and spend my time reading at the library but as soon as I arrive home, I really don't seem to be pulling my act together. I just download ten different remixes of Nightcrawlers, or stalk my stalker, or have "crank" conversations on Romeo. I found an interesting webblog-article about prostitution on Romeo with an incredible photo. I think I'll add it here.
Yesterday I saw this handsome guy at the lib - yeah, yeah, I know nothing new at all. But HE is new. And I'm 120 % sure he's in my field. He looks cute but not in an exaggerated fashion. He's got big eyes, Woody Allen glasses and wears funny clothes as though he tried to pretend to be some British New Wave rockstar. He's got unkempt hair and a weirdo beard, which is something that I'm so into, damnit *gg* There was another guy that Nina and I were admiring from afar. He fitted the pattern, and I eventually realized that there actually is a pattern. I like those dark-haired, somewhat scrawny wanna-be-indie rock guys who basically do not offer any clues as to their sexuality. I like that. None of the regular gay-guy-clichés ever appealed to me. On the contrary, it makes me bolt off instantly. Funny enough, he gave me a glance that was a little too long for just being an incidental glance, you know. Okay I might be interpreting something here, but on the other hand I do have a certain hunch that I might not be too solitary for too long a time. I just hope that he pleeeeaze does not study something run-of-the-mill. No law, pleaze. No medicine, pleaze. Be creative. And God damnit, be at the Postgarage tomorrow. Oh my God. I would so totally fuck that guy, or whatever comes first. I would even settle for a blowjob on the toilette - just kidding. Toilettes, not a good idea. Kinda reminds me of Georg. We were nasty, cheeezuz. We did it so often at some public space. I remember this one clubbing at the Kunsthaus where we fucked in the restroom. It was about 7 in the morning and we were the last guys in the building, except for those annoying bartenders trying to get us out of the toilette. Shit, we were so wasted. So godamn incredibly wasted. I can't even remember whether it was good or not. I just know that we did it. Can I have that part back pleaze? Just the fuck-part? I don't need the rest, buy hey fucking your brains out doesn't come along that often. There's too many guys out there pretending to be real sex machines and when it comes to brass tacks, they're basically boring and so not creative and so not inspiring. Funny thing, if Georg ever gets to read this, I'm like so busted and fucked. He would totally hate me for giving away something as private as this. But hey, I didn't mention any details, did I? Back to the indie guy, I want him. But something tells me that Daniel wants him, too. The two of them were like talking weird things. The good thing is that Daniel won't be at Rosy tomorrow so what are the odds? I'm smiling a dirty smile here ...
Yesterday I saw this handsome guy at the lib - yeah, yeah, I know nothing new at all. But HE is new. And I'm 120 % sure he's in my field. He looks cute but not in an exaggerated fashion. He's got big eyes, Woody Allen glasses and wears funny clothes as though he tried to pretend to be some British New Wave rockstar. He's got unkempt hair and a weirdo beard, which is something that I'm so into, damnit *gg* There was another guy that Nina and I were admiring from afar. He fitted the pattern, and I eventually realized that there actually is a pattern. I like those dark-haired, somewhat scrawny wanna-be-indie rock guys who basically do not offer any clues as to their sexuality. I like that. None of the regular gay-guy-clichés ever appealed to me. On the contrary, it makes me bolt off instantly. Funny enough, he gave me a glance that was a little too long for just being an incidental glance, you know. Okay I might be interpreting something here, but on the other hand I do have a certain hunch that I might not be too solitary for too long a time. I just hope that he pleeeeaze does not study something run-of-the-mill. No law, pleaze. No medicine, pleaze. Be creative. And God damnit, be at the Postgarage tomorrow. Oh my God. I would so totally fuck that guy, or whatever comes first. I would even settle for a blowjob on the toilette - just kidding. Toilettes, not a good idea. Kinda reminds me of Georg. We were nasty, cheeezuz. We did it so often at some public space. I remember this one clubbing at the Kunsthaus where we fucked in the restroom. It was about 7 in the morning and we were the last guys in the building, except for those annoying bartenders trying to get us out of the toilette. Shit, we were so wasted. So godamn incredibly wasted. I can't even remember whether it was good or not. I just know that we did it. Can I have that part back pleaze? Just the fuck-part? I don't need the rest, buy hey fucking your brains out doesn't come along that often. There's too many guys out there pretending to be real sex machines and when it comes to brass tacks, they're basically boring and so not creative and so not inspiring. Funny thing, if Georg ever gets to read this, I'm like so busted and fucked. He would totally hate me for giving away something as private as this. But hey, I didn't mention any details, did I? Back to the indie guy, I want him. But something tells me that Daniel wants him, too. The two of them were like talking weird things. The good thing is that Daniel won't be at Rosy tomorrow so what are the odds? I'm smiling a dirty smile here ...
karma_police - 5. Dez, 15:55
