Venial Sin

There are two things in the world that manage to penetrate even my thick skin of cynicism and make me sad. 1) The looks of sheer hostility that bitchy people give to other persons, say for example an old gentlemen, who offer to help them carry their groceries about a hundred yards to where their car is parked, and proceed to loudly bitch about his presumption in offering to assist them. Get a grip, you whiny bints. 2) The fact [...]

The rest of the night is mostly a blur, but after conducting Ryan on a grand tour through all of Heaven (with the exception of the Popcorn room, which was closed because the idiot DJ wasn’t feeling well, pshaw), we went up to what I believe is called “The Sky Bar” (because it’s on the top floor?), where we ran into the Financier who was surrounded by a flock of giggly curry queens (desi—South Asian— homosexuals, for the uninitiated amongst [...]

Where to begin? Friday night, two weeks ago, I promised myself that I’d get to bed early, so that I could be at Heathrow in time to pick up Ryan. Gamely turning down invitations to Heaven, Popstarz and Camp Attack, I had an early dinner and curled up in bed with a book by about 10:00 p.m., figuring that for a 7:00 a.m. arrival, I’d get a good seven hours of sleep, be cleaned up and out of the house [...]

You know, I’d forgotten how horny working-out can make one feel. Now I remember why I’d stopped. And why I may just keep going again.

In a way, I was almost grateful that I had to deal with apartment-related issues this morning instead of taking Ryan to the airport as I had planned to. Because I hate saying goodbye. Always have. The entire thing freaks me out. Part of me wants to call the realtor who’s coming by in an hour, tell him to shove the flat’s paperwork up his ass, and book it down the street after Ryan so that his last hour or [...]

Right now, I’m not sure what’s causing me more pain, the cubic inch of flesh that I chopped off my finger while cooking dinner (kababs and raita people) for Ryan, or the fact that as of today, I will no longer be able to legitimately say that I’m in my “early-to-mid” twenties. It’s all downhill from here, isn’t it? Saalgirah mubarak.

[Sin], As a matter of introduction, I am the COO for Equity Research at [Bank]. [Interviewer 1] and [Interviewer 2] have passed on your details and have given very positive feedback from the meeting they had with you. It is in this respect that I would like to inform you that it is our intention to offer you a Summer Internship within [Bank] Equity Research. In order that we can formalise this arrangement, I should be grateful if you could [...]

I may (and probably am) a complete comic-books graphic novels addict, so it should come as no surprise to me that I utterly adore Marvel Comics for creating gay characters. I know that other publishers have created such characters as well, but if anyone comes across ones that I (undoubtedly) missed, do let me know. On a side note, how entertaining is it that each one of these guys has a body to die for? Not that superheroes don’t, as [...]

Day 2. Ryan is my favourite person ever. Except for the part where he steals the covers at night. No, we’re not sleeping together. Well, we did literally last night, but not in the colloquial sense. See, he’s got the futon-bed in the spare room, and last night, after being awake for about 48 hours, we decided to go to Heaven. Which was all well and good, but I’ve not danced for four hours consecutively in a REALLY long time, [...]

Is it possible to be in love with three people simultaneously?