Venial Sin

It’s a bit of a lost cause, but why not go ahead and try? Dear Tim in Brighton, Tim who lives near the Grand (as I recall?) and is friends with Rich, whom I met at R-Bar, then accompanied to Revenge, then Va-Voom, and finally back to my hotel room at the Amsterdam, Tim who lives in Brighton but commutes to work in London each day, Tim who’s in real estate if my memory serves, who has freckles and is [...]

In the last eight hours, I have seen more lesbians than in the course of my entire life. It’s also a little bit terrifying how gay Brighton is. I think I may finally have been so exposed to homosexuality that I’ve gone all the way through the gamut of man-on-man action and come out on the other side, firmly entrenched in the heterosexual world. My world has imploded. I don’t know what I should do at this point.

So today I got taken to my first ever client meeting. I was kind of psyched, I wanted to see how the sales team did their stuff, what sort of interactions they had, that sort of thing. We got to the building, signed in, got taken to the meeting room by security, I poured myself a glass of water, sat down at the table, pulled out my professional-looking notepad, examined my pen to make sure it had enough ink, picked [...]

Or in this case, a train. I’m going to go away for a few days over this weekend. Friday will be the one-year anniversary of my having been in London, and not only am I heartily sick of my flat, I’m also tired of the (limited) options available to me for entertainment, and plan to get the hell out of here. So, because I can’t ever really ever give up The Gay(TM), I’m heading to Brighton. Advice, suggestions, comments, opinions? [...]

About a fortnight ago, after a particularly bad day at work, I found myself walking down Oxford Street, making a bee-line for the massive Waterstones bookstore there, since I knew it had a 3-for-2 sale going on for any number of books, including everything in the science-fiction and fantasy sections. And after having spent enough time in front of my desk to reduce my hourly wage to about £2 per hour, I decided that the best way to work off [...]

It’s a measure of how utterly meaningless my life has become that I have really hot Polish moving men shifting furniture between my apartments from downstairs to upstairs, and I can’t summon up more than the merest, most cursory flicker of desire. And they’re shirtless and sweaty and incapable of communicating with me in any way other than by means of guttaral grunts (of lust, natch), and I’m just sitting here in my sweatpants and t-shirt, wishing they’d hurry the [...]

Ummm. Well then. Apart from having a body that most men in their early twenties would kill for, that woman can put on a performance and a half. I don’t think I sat down and/or stopped clapping/cheering/screaming/swooning except for one song which was just too mellow to really evoke a real reaction (and I didn’t like that much anyway), oh and the 15-second period after I (very briefly) made out with one of her dancers who was running through the [...]

Tonight, my life will reach its zenith (or nadir, or apex, or trough or whatever particular noun fits, depending on how you feel about the entire thing, go on and be daring, make it all about you), since despite (or perhaps because of) the crap week at work (22 hours yesterday) and much internalised angst, I will be spending tonight shaking my groove thang. A lot. Why? Because all the shit I keep inside at work, will tonight, become Confessions [...]

If only I actually LIKED a single person at work, perhaps I’d be more cheerful about going in there after having returned home for a five-hour period. Actually, I’d even settle for FINALLY, after TWICE the amount of fucking time I’ve had to spend in this department, being moved into the field that was the sole motivation for taking this damn’ job in the first place.

She had it right with “Heaven on Earth”. I took the District Line there, I took the District Line back. Somewhere in the middle, I met perhaps the single most stunning human being I have ever seen, the 6’8″ Croatian man named Ragan, who looked like a recruitment ad for the Gay Marines. I have seriously never seen anyone that extraordinarily good-looking, and I’m willing to stake my sexuality on that. So was my straight friend from high school who [...]