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Nathan is one of my fuck buddies. I met him at a leather bar downtown in 2008 and have been having the occasional tryst with him about once or twice per month since then. He is in a frustratingly sexless relationship with some pinch-faced twink who works as a candy striper or something for Rhode Island Hospital. Somehow, this guy has no idea that his husband is getting it in with a bunch of dudes on the side. I have had sex in their bed, their shower, their living room, at bars, in hotels and once in the woods next to their house while the candy striper was sleeping. Nathan and I won’t be having sex anymore. Here’s why:
November 22, 2011
A sexting exchange: There are things that men don’t own up to. The raw desire to have people like them is one of them. On a fundamental level, gay men are constantly seeking approval. Among their gay peers, sex is the easiest way of satisfying the need to be liked. Most gay men have slept with a significant number of their friends. Somehow I have managed to only have two gay friends with whom I have had sex. Still, I sleep around a lot and I am willing to admit that low self-worth leads to much of my promiscuity. I have a tendency to let my imagination take the lead. The early days of an acquaintanceship are rife with pitfalls. I alternate between practiced aloofness and an intense desire to be around the object of my affection. I expound upon the natural inclination to imagine a positive future with everyone I date and wind up wanting to move faster than the guys I set my sights on. It is exhausting. I am single. Mark is a guy who I have maintained a “friends with benefits” relationship with for about one year. He has vacillated between long weeks of radio silence and days of texting me everyday. Here is a conversation we have recently had:
October 3, 2011
I haven't been whoring around much lately, which is a shame because masturbating takes a long time and I get grouchy if I don't clean out the pipes regularly. One might think that a relationship is in order but I have proven myself undateable to the general population. That, or I am lazy and stupid and keep missing the fact that people want to date me. Either way, I manage to remain perpetually single. The true downside to this is that I haven't had many opportunities to post sexting gone wrong posts. They are always popular and I get a few emails a week requesting them. I had a bit of good luck this weekend. I found an old cell phone in a box of books. Lo and behold there was an ancient sexting exchange in its memory! So, this text conversation is from 2005. Chris is a waiter I used to work with at a popular bar. I was bar tending at the time and therefore was a bit of a slut. Everyone wants to fuck a bartender. Oh, and I was 40 pounds lighter and a drunk, so that helped. Here is our conversation:
February 6, 2012
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