Sunday, November 29, 2009

Sunday, October 18, 2009

finally

after months of absence, all self-imposed, i have decided to start writing again.

i've been in so many ups and downs. mostly downs, but i've managed to stay up.

one thing that has helped me maintain my faith is, let's just call him mr king.

mr king and i began exchanging messages via email, then via ym, then via sms, until we met up. and we did not meet up for sex, or for friendship, but for vitamins. lol! yes, vitamins. sad, isn't it?

from the moment i saw him, i had a huge crush already. the feelings i had were unrequited, however, and i accepted this fact without ill will. though it did make me feel a little bit unwanted though. lol!

recently, on one of my rare reorders, we chanced to talk more and at length, as it happened that both of us were in no hurry to leave the meeting place. and i learned many things about him, and we shared so many views and preferences, which led me to like him even more. except that i had to stop myself from doing so.

then, it so happened that we spoke about fantasies we had sexually. and it turns out that we have similar tastes in terms of fantasy and fetish preferences. i liked this, he liked it too. i like this done to me, he liked to do that too. i was the car, and he was the driver. i was excited, he got excited. and then i remembered something that stopped me in my tracks.

i would forever remain a friend to him, yet i know that so few men like him exist.

it was all i could do not to sigh out loud. but i did tell him that there should be a clone of him made just for me, without the gene that would make him think of me only as a friend. lol! he laughed, and again brushed it aside. ouch!

the hours whizzed by, and soon we had to part. i left him, and i left the lighted area and walked into the wet and dark streets that sadly comforted and gently welcomed me.

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

obsessed

masseur-crush finally did it.

let me begin at the very start.

it was sunday. i had planned a massage at one of my haunts days ago. and i wanted that massage because the last one i had was not as i had expected. and it would be masseur-crush who would handle me this time.

so there i was on my stomach, naked as the day i was born except for a flimsy piece of towel covering my ass. masseur-crush came in, smiled, and began the massage.

we've always had very wholesome - though playful - treatments, so i felt myself relax and gave up my body to his expert hands.

"whew. it's hot here." masseur-crush commented. he took off his shirt, and he looked better than i saw him last. he smiled again when he saw me glance at him. then it was blissful wholesome massage as usual.

suddenly, towards the end, it became playful. just like old times. hands everywhere, touching, groping, rubbing, kneading, squeezing, fondling. and without warning, his hands were between my legs. in my hazy state of arousal, i was a bit surprised.

without a word, he continued to touch me, and then his hands slowly but deliberately ran up and down my hard-on. it excited me more, and even more so when he positioned himself on top of me. the excitement was just too much, and i came without warning and without delay - which would have been normally difficult since i'd already jerked off several times that day.

he smiled and handed me the towel. and in my startled daze, i scrambled to give him a huge tip, even though we've never talked about rates before.

and now i wonder. will my future massages be like that?

i'm sure many will find it the most perfect situation. hot masseur, free extra, and good massage.

but i'd always categorized him under wholesome. then he is no more. and then i am confused - though sated.

i came, we saw, he conquered.

Sunday, August 16, 2009

the color purple

apparently, purple is the in color for the country - when it should've been in two years ago.

ugh.

what's new?

Saturday, August 15, 2009

call me

because i got a new phone.

the sony ericsson t700. i've been salivating over this phone for ages, though i was very happy with my nokia 6300.

though there are more high-end models out there, i really don't believe in paying for something so expensive that depreciates quickly due to its technology. and i always prefer bar-type phones over clamshells and sliding phones.

that was what made me buy nokia 6300.

a few months later, i saw the sony ericsson t700.

a year later, i got it because of a three-thousand peso discount.

each brand has its own pros and cons, but i have no regrets at all.

i love my new phone.

Thursday, August 6, 2009

noel, noel, noel

let's call him noel. i don't know what his real name is. it was a case of mistaken identity, and i tried noel for the first time per bubz's suggestion. and honestly, i was curious too. i mean, i want to try who is good and bad at wholesome massage.

noel is good at soft massage. quite good. and i normally don't go for soft massages. and then his fingers suddenly got brave and explored places and things that wholesome massages don't.

i opened my eyes in shock and pleasure.

his fingers just felt so good. and soon, his pants were undone, his cock was out, and he was jacking me off.

i came, i saw, i conquered.

Monday, July 27, 2009

manjam

i opened an account with manjam last week, i think. and then i have the most stupid questions asked of me. i guess it's only telling of the kind of people who populate the site. including me. LOL!

i do love a lot of the members there, mainly because they have very funny and witty profiles. i'm just going to note down the non-lovable ones.

anyway, i got this account because g4m has long since died and joined planetromeo in the nether regions of cyberspace. and planetromeo sucks. i don't know why, but it does.

there's also pinoy g4m for those who miss the original g4m. it's admirable in the sense that they wish to keep the functionality of g4m.

i guess that it just proves that, regardless of the sites, questions and demands of moronic proportions persist. and here are some of them:

top or bottom?
answer i'd like to write: it's in my profile, you lazy illiterate fucktard.
answer i gave: it's in my profile.

pics.
answer i'd like to write: if i had more, they'd be there, wouldn't they?
answer i gave: none, sorry.

friendster.
answer i'd like to write: then why the hell are you in manjam?
answer i gave: none, sorry.

game?
answer i'd like to write: card, online, or word?
answer i gave: for what?

sup?
answer i'd like to write: 7, surf's, bottoms
answer i gave: hello too.

email?
answer i'd like to write: whose?
answer i gave: what?

discreet?
answer i'd like to write: shhh.
answer i gave: what?

i guess i really am too sarcastic, but at least i've kept it in check now.

thank you, Lord.

Sunday, July 26, 2009

Jill and Kevin



AM SO TOTALLY IN LOVE WITH THIS VIDEO!!!

i love that they took a chance and made their wedding fun and memorable. i heard that they didn't ask the entourage to rehearse, but rather, asked them to dance to however they wished.

LOVE LOVE LOVE THIS!

Saturday, July 25, 2009

time

vegging out today.

i was planning to go out but then laziness took over and here i am, mindlessly flipping through channels.

let's see what's on.

attack of the show. i love this show, when i can catch it. brings out the geek in me. i see avatar made its debut, though no details have emerged yet.
graphic novels. comic-con. good lord. i am drooling!
sandman. my god i love that series.

hm. shark. i love the tall black guy. hot.

ftv. french coutoure. interesting.

cnn. news. where is anderson cooper?

velvet is showing hair shoppe. queen latifah. and years later, she'd be on hairspray. coincidence?

the nanny is on. campy. nasal. zingers.

frasier. god. i love the series.

food network.

hbo. some boring movie.

cinemax. another boring movie.

star movies. ice age trailer. even more boring.

what do you know? it's six pm already.

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

short story - elsa

i'm starting a series of short stories that will help me in writing better tales. this one came up to me from nowhere and i just had to write it down.

*****
The girl awoke from her dream. It was a strange dream, filled with people and languages she didn't understand.

Her name was Elsa. She lived in a luxurious penthouse somewhere in Park Avenue, left to her by a senile uncle who had leapt to his death from a balcony.

She was an orphan. She didn’t have to ask, she already knew. It was obvious that she did not inherit her fiery red hair and pale milky skin from her known relatives. And her eyes – well, they were just the most peculiar shade of green. Which was why she often wore dark glasses whenever she went out. If ever she did.

Elsa took a deep breath and closed her eyes in the darkness. The dreams she thought had left her years ago had come back to haunt her once more. She remembered the first time she dreamt of them. She had been a frightened ten year-old child, clutching her worn yellow blanket provided by Uncle Emory. Aunt Emily had just passed away, and Elsa’s bizarre dreams had been explained by Uncle Emory as a traumatic experience of losing a loved one.

Elsa had never believed it. Aunt Emily had never cared for her. In fact, Aunt Emily had often complained about her. She had secretly believed that her aunt had taken a dislike to her mainly because of her unusual appearance. It seemed to cause many women to loathe the sight of her.

She got up from her bed and went to get a glass of water. She stood outside on the balcony, the same balcony that Uncle Emory had jumped from almost a year ago. The cold air revived her. She looked down. The city was bathed in artificial light, garish and soft, glittering and still. It calmed Elsa’s soul.

She turned back and headed towards her bed, her bare feet soft against the hardwood floors. She paused as she passed by the hallway mirror, looking at her reflection.

I need to go out, she mused. It’s time.

She glanced at the clock. Three o’clock. Elsa headed to the bathroom, where she took great care to clean herself before she doused her translucent skin with rich lotions that smelled of exotic flowers and secret promises.

She grabbed the nearest skirt and top from her meager belongings and quickly put on her most lavish purchase: a pair of scarlet high-heeled shoes that made her taller than she seemed. She brushed her hair once more. And then she was ready.

She came back to the apartment an hour later, but not alone. Elsa guided her companion inside her penthouse, where she quickly took off her silky lilac dress and stood before him naked. She could see lust in his eyes as she posed provocatively in front of him.

She ran her hands through her body, and she saw that he reveled in the sight of her young nudity. She took his rough, calloused hands and ran them through her body. She shivered at the coarseness and it excited her. She felt herself growing moist, and soon enough his hands found her womanhood on their own.

She gasped as he slid one finger inside, and then two, and then three. She heard him curse under his breath as he marveled at her wet snugness. Elsa hurriedly unbuttoned his pants and then it was before her.

She turned around and pushed against him, without any warning. Elsa realized it caught him by surprise as she impaled herself against him. Their coupling was violent, and she was his master.

She pushed him to the floor and sat on top of him, rocking fiercely. She could feel him protest slightly as she viciously rammed against his manhood. And it didn’t take long. She felt the waves coming. Her nipples got harder as she felt the first ripples.

Her naked thighs grazed against his dirty jeans, halfway undone, and the sensation drove her to greater heights of passion. Elsa crouched above him like a pale naked spider trapping her still-clothed prey, feeling him inside her, unaware that the sight also gave him a great and uneasy pleasure. She felt him squeeze her erect pink nipples, and it was that that drove her over the brink.

Suddenly, it was flowing, and it didn’t stop for some time. She gasped and contracted, shuddering. Elsa heard him yell out to stop, but she was too caught up in her frenzy to think clearly. It came over her, overwhelming her senses, shattering her sanity. She never heard his pleas, nor did she notice that he had stopped.

She ran her hands down his face sadly, the whiteness of her skin contrasting with the darkness of his. She would have not given him a second look if not for the dream that she had had. But it, finally, had made sense tonight.

She had to take a life to start hers.

She began to understand everything and everyone around her. Elsa opened her mouth slightly. Her red, chapped lips parted halfway, but nothing came out of it. She felt a flash of panic as she realized that her actions might have been a mistake after all.

It can’t be, Elsa despaired.

She tried one more time to move her tongue, and finally a sliver of sound escaped from her throat. She fell over the body of the dead man in relief, her warm tears soaking his grimy shirt as she collapsed in exhaustion. She took a deep breath and slept soundly, still on top of the body. At last, she dreamt of black stars in a red sky.

The next days to come, the media would dedicate their headlines to the strange and miraculous recovery of 13 year-old Elsa P. Straussberg , who had been mute all her life despite several consultations with top medical experts. They would rehash the strange deaths that haunted her famous and infamous family the past few years, thus making her the sole surviving heir to the almost incalculable Straussberg fortune.

And at the back section of some newspapers, there would also be a small column reporting the body of an unidentified man found dead, a few blocks away from Park Avenue, from apparent heart condition.

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

the second time around

my newest fave from lady gaga.

i wish i could upload the song on this blog. i just don't know how, and i don't see any option to upload it on this particular blog.

one of the most surprising songs from lady gaga, and it's on constant replay.

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

hero

ever since his appearance as sylar on 'heroes', i've always had a thing for zac quinto.

tall, lanky, and beautiful, he plays one of the baddest villains in the series.

guess i'm a sucker for bad boys.

season three has him paired with my girl-crush kristen bell of 'veronica mars' and 'gossip girl' fame, who also happens to be a good friend of zac's in real life. the most intriguing pairing of 'heroes', if you ask me. too bad she dies in the script. as we know it.

the other pairings were just blah, except for hiro and ando. who do you think is the top, and who is the bottom of these two?

xoxo,
trey aka mrs zac quinto

Monday, July 13, 2009

fields of gold

i've got grandpa syndrome.

while reading a back issue of details, i chanced upon the article, and it sort of amused and horrified me.

several indicators i think, matched me up to the syndrome, which i totally find hilarious.

- i find most bars too noisy.
- i sometimes talk excitedly about what a good deal i got on a purchase.
- i carry tissue (only if i carry a bag).
- i look over my shoulder at the atm.
- i'm terrified of, not turned on by, tila tequila.

not that i'm afraid of growing old. i welcome it.

but the article was just too funny for words!

Saturday, July 11, 2009

trey's godiva gelatin

it's one of my guiltiest pleasures, and one of the easiest to make.

i'm a sucker for desserts, and this is one of my most favorite to make and devour!

ingredients:
  • gelatin powder or sheet
  • instant coffee powder, either caffeinated or decaf is fine, but you can also use freshly brewed coffee in place of water to make the gelatin
  • milk, or powdered milk in whatever variant you prefer - full, skimmed, low-fat, soy
  • sugar or honey, to taste
  • tapioca balls (optional)
  • vanilla extract (optional)
1. prepare the gelatin as it should be. directions depend on what kind of gelatin you're going to use. sheet or powder, just follow the directions in the package.

2. as soon as the gelatin melts seamlessly into the water, add the instant coffee powder. you can add the instant coffee powder before or during heating of the gelatin. if you're using freshly brewed coffee, use it in place of water. bring liquid mixture to a boil while stirring constantly, preferably with a whisk.

3. pour coffee gelatin into your mold. i suggest a flat mold. i also use ice cube trays in shapes of stars and hearts that i got from projekt, a store in parkmall. it makes for interesting display.

4. after the gelatin has cooled and firmed, you may slice it into strips with a blunt knife if you're using the flat mold or remove the gelatin shapes from the ice cube trays. you can also use cookie cutters to make shapes too.

5. prepare the milk. if you're using milk, add sugar or honey according to taste. if you're using powdered milk, add sugar to taste before mixing with water. if you're using powdered milk, add the honey after. you may also add vanilla extract at this point.

6. pour the coffee gelatin strips into the sweetened milk, and you may add tapioca balls at this point.

7. chill the mixture.

8. spoon the cold concoction into serving plates or glasses.

9. eat, sip, and enjoy.

coffee has anti-oxidants.
honey is good for the body.
milk promotes health.

and you can use freshly brewed tea instead of coffee for a different twist, which i do from time to time.

Thursday, July 9, 2009

good girls go bad



one song that has been in constant replay for the past two months!

kiss me

i ran errands yesterday, and it was very hot and muggy in the downtown streets, so i took refuge at the coldness of emall.

while perusing the grocery market, i happened to see an ex-fb. one that i have never seen in ages, and it made me remember the first time we hooked up.

his name is mark. we had met years ago, while pic-link was one of the more popular online social networking and friendster was still in the start-up stage. we exchanged messages, sent each other our cellphone numbers, and we started to text.

we decided to meet up. he is tall, almost six feet tall. athletic.

we went to a local motel. mark was a good kisser, and he had no inhibitions about showing his passion. we kissed, our tongues played against and with each other as warm water coursed over our slippery bodies in the shower.

"what are you into?" i asked him while he held me in his arms and pressed me against his hardness.
mark paused from kissing my neck. "i'm open to anything."
"okay. rim me."
he looked at me. "rim?"
"yep."
"what's that?"
i was in a very QAF moment.

i smiled and said nothing. we soaped each other down, and i made sure he was thoroughly clean before we got out and headed to the bed. one thing i liked about mark was that he was not... typical.

he knelt on top of the bed and motioned me to come to him. and we kissed again, this time long and slow kisses.

"suck me. please." mark begged.

i obliged him. my mouth closed over his hard-on, and he gasped as i took it whole and leisurely. when i ran my tongue over his balls, he almost cried out.

"open your legs." i told him.
he spread his legs wide, panting and hard.
"no. wider." i grinned.
"what are you going to do to me?" his eyes were glazed from our kisses.
i didn't say anything. instead, i ran my tongue down his crack. he cried out, loudly.
"now you know what rimming is." i smiled. "get on your knees and down on all fours."

the rest of the night passed by too quickly.
we had a lot of fun, and we did a lot more than rim.
(grin)

i have to say that mark is still one of the more uninhibited guys i've been with. damn. in hindsight (no pun intended), i should've gotten his number at emall. except that he didn't see me at all since he was with his girlfriend. damn!

but all in all, our first hook-up was indeed, a very good friday on a week that most would consider holy.

yeah, i'm bad.

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

paparazzi



crazy about the video, obsessed with the song.

Tuesday, June 30, 2009

hungry like the wolf

abover contacted me again. i had previously posted about abover before, but under a different name. i just can't recall, for the life of me, what name i had posted him under. so abover it is for now.

he wanted to meet. i love abover's body, but i just can't really get over his face. not that i would call him ugly. i don't think he is. he has a great body, very muscular. he also has a good dick, with a beautifully-formed bulbuous head. he loves to fuck. yet there is something about him that makes me hesitate.

maybe it's because i'm inherently not attracted to his category of beauty. on paper, he seems good. i know for a fact there are many admirers of his. there's just something off about him to me.

so, for the meantime, i still long for mt.

Monday, June 29, 2009

til we meet again

a few days ago, i was with rm, introduced by a mutual friend.

rm is younger than me, shorter than me, and very muscular. in fact, he had competed in a recent bodybuilding contest, though he didn't win. it was a shame, though it was pretty obvious to tell that his chances were slim right from the start, considering the bulk of the contestants were in his competitive (short) category. at 5'5 he did cut an impressive figure, with his very broad shoulders and heavily muscled torso that slowly tapered down to his taut six-packed stomach and splayed down to his heavy thighs and legs.

he wanted to meet at a motel, so we did. i fulfilled part of my muscle fantasy. as he headed to shower up, i washed him down. water and soap made our skin deliciously slippery. i stood behind him as we lathered, marveling at the size and hardness of his body. he leaned back against me, my hard cock nestling between the cheeks of his bubble butt.

and so the dance began. it was not tango, it was not waltz, it wasn't even a frenetic dance one would dance with gusto.

it was more like a shuffling of the feet to an awkward beat that soon ended on a low note.

so there we were, in bed. i, on top of his warm body - as he hugged me, suddenly had a thought. this was the second time we had been together, and the second time that it was unexciting. he didn't do much, the sex was not really passionate, nor was there even a foreplay. it was, as samantha jones would term it, a deal-breaker. and then and there i decided, it was over.

though he was hot, he was not mt.

i still crave for mt.

so it was over for rm.

Sunday, June 28, 2009

without you

i think it's time to post about mt.

mt is a bodybuilder who i mistook for someone else i know. it was a rather embarrassing experience, but it did make us acquaintances, and dare i say, friends.

he is tall, very muscular, and unconventionally attractive. i also find him charming and funny. and he has one of the biggest dick i've ever seen in real life. unfortunately, i suspect he is married with a child, though he did not confirm anything. he gave me my first hickey. well, it was a series of hickeys. i hated that. i didn't know he did it until i saw them.

"just so that i'll know if you have someone who'll get jealous if he sees them." this was what he said when i confronted him. i must confess, it did make me a little tingly in certain places.

yet we've never gone past anything farther than touching.

strange, isn't it? it has been over a year since we've been together. two years even, i think.

he's been busy working as a personal trainer.

oh, how i miss him.

Saturday, June 27, 2009

strange stories, amazing facts

almost a month without posts.

i've been a little busy, catching up on my sleep. i haven't even checked my usual online haunts.

i've decided to write this post on the unseen world, which is totally out of character for me. but it has always been such a part of my life - it's just that i haven't told many people about the other side of me.

being pinoy, we are all used to everyone we know having at least one supernatural story.

i have several.

actually, i think my so-called sixth sense is semi-operational. i am a little used to it, though. as a child, i used to play underneath a large tambis tree. and i was told that i sometimes seemed to play as if i had a playmate. but i don't remember any of this at all.

as a child too, i would hear voices calling my name. this started when i was around grade three. now, i know this sounds schizophrenic - and i could be accused of worse, and these voices called out to me from the strangest places. i would be walking in the streets to or from school, and i would hear a voice calling me from above me. in the restroom, in the classroom, in the shower at home, and in my room too. they ceased after i ignored them for months. but i can't ever forget that episode.

nor could i ever forget the week in my fifth grade when i got so disoriented. i had three successive nightly dreams that would become true and live out the next day. the most mundane things confused me, because i was sure i had done them already. the assignments, the lectures, even down to the snippets of conversations i had with friends. well, one would think that it was a good thing that i dreamed about the assignments ahead of time. but i wasn't that conscientious of a student. thank god that successive dream phase only lasted for a bit.

although, after that, i still had dreams that would occur later in my life. nothing major most of the time. i've dreamt of deaths, of happiness, of monotony. sometimes they happen a few weeks later, or months later, or even years later. even up to a decade. one just recently occurred to me while i sat in a waiting room for a consultation with a doctor, and i'd dreamt that exact moment more than ten years ago.

i think they call it deja vu. or precognition. whatever. i've learned to live with it. but it still jolts me from time to time when it happens.

and this is just one of the several strange things that continue to happen to me.

the rest will be in other posts.

Saturday, May 30, 2009

going gaga for lady gaga

oh my effing god.

lady gaga's paparazzi video is out now.

i've had this song in my head for forever!

and the video does not disappoint!

thank you GOD!

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

dove

i was very pleased to find that one of the supermarkets i frequent had the dove energy bar. and the dove pro-age soap. and there was dove with the extra cream thing. i really forgot. i think it must've been the minutes i stood there, sniffing each variant, trying to decide which one i like best.

and then i found out that dove also had a buy-three-free-one bar deal for their original cream bar.

someone definitely broke the bank that day.

dove has always had a special place in my shower. i remember as a kid, we used dove before we were told not t0. not because it was bad for the skin. but because dove, way back then, was associated with the lalatz-for-hire. apparently, because dove was so prized, these lalatz-for-hire would often bathe themselves with dove to appear more enticing to their johns for the night. the girls were told not to use dove in case they be mistaken for lalatz-for-hire, and the boys were told not to use dove in case they be mistaken as having used the services of the lalatz-for-hire.

flash-forward to current times. dove has become a beacon of light for all. it's continued to champion the definition of real beauty. it's also continued to develop its market. i think i've never had better skin with dove. i also love its shower gel variation, which i used for the first time in high school when an aunt from spain sent it to me. i can't wait to start using dove again, as i've experimented with olay's soap, which is good, but not as good (for me) as dove.

i've experimented with a lot of products, and so far, in terms of quality and price, dove still beats its competitors in the same price category in every way. i just wonder why they haven't done the men's skin line yet. or at least create a campaign that's more unisex. i think they should. men, specially gay men, are very particular about grooming, and have been one of the biggest market with the highly-dispensible income, even in these trying times. just look at the abundance of massage parlors popping up all over.

who knows? that whole dove unisex campaign might take on a life of its own.

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

heal the world

i've recently succumbed to one of the most dreaded addictions ever: gardening.

situated in the city, i don't even know why i pursued gardening in the first place. i hardly have direct sunlight, much less any ground to nest my plants in. so i opted to buy pots, pots, and pots. i do have several old world plants with me at the moment: sampaguita, rosal, gumamela, sanseviera, ground orchids, a yet-to-be-identified jasmine-like plant, and forget-me-nots.

maybe it is because there isn't any flora around that drove me to seek out planting these wonderful greens around. plus, i've always loved plants and trees and flowers ever since i was a child. i remember growing up in the then suburban area of pardo with a caimito tree, several tambis trees of different colors, the local bayabas (with the deliciously soft and sweet pink flesh) shrub, and even a cacao tree. we also had calamansi, chinese jasmine, tiger lilies, the ever-reliable santan, san francisco shrubs, african daisies, rosal, vanda orchids, and of course, the sampaguita. just the memories alone make me smile, when i ate tambis every summer.

i now realize how fortunate i was to live in such wonderful greenery at that time. so now, i attempt to recreate the spirit of my childhood. i shudder to think that this may be my mid-life crisis. lol!

currently, i have this plant i'm having problem identifying though. it starts out with a five-leaf cluster, and then some of these five-leaf cluster become six, seven, eight, or even nine leaves on one cluster. everyone says this plant is a lucky one because of this effect. so whoever knows the true name of this plant, i'd really appreciate it.

i am still awaiting several other plants to come in: chinese bamboo, money tree, and tuberoses. and maybe the ylang-ylang. will experiment with lavender and mint too. i wonder how they'll grow in a semi-shade environment that is my terrace. i'll have to see.

yes, i have a small little terrace in my place, which i later plan to make my little getaway. even though it is very near the hot exhaust and grumbling noise of several split airconditioners. lol!

plus, with some greenery around me, at least i'll be reducing some carbon footprint. even if that footprint turns out to be a little toe print. at least, there's a print. lol!

all the grayness and the mechanical noises around me in this concrete jungle of the city can make me a little too tense.

thank god for plants!

Monday, May 25, 2009

budbud kabog

just enjoying this scrumptious treat from tuburan.

(super happy mode)

Sunday, May 24, 2009

scandal galore

i really don't understand what the big hoot is about the belo-kho-halili scandal.

i mean, just the conglomeration of their last names alone makes me giggle.

say it again. belokhohalili. makes me think of halitosis.

so they had sex.

so they made a sex tape.

so it was released.

in hollywood, it's how one becomes known. paris hilton wouldn't be paris if her sexual romp with the hung rick salomon didn't "accidentally" leak out.

who else? pamela anderson and tommy lee. colin farrell. kim kardashian. though there were those others who released their sex tapes, didn't take, and their careers became major flops, pardon the pun. it's how people fuel their careers, to become bigger celebrities than they are.

we can't deny it. it's done its purpose. the whole country is in uproar over it. also, please note the correct usage of "it's" and "its" in the same sentence.

i've seen the hayden videos. nothing groundbreaking. just a hot guy having sex with some girl. if they were doing the dirty sanchez, now that would be something else.

Thursday, May 21, 2009

trey's basic marinara sauce

the marinara sauce, for me, is one of the most multi-function sauces ever.

it can serve as pasta sauce, as dipping sauce, as pizza sauce, and as a base for soups and rice dishes.

so here's my take on the classic homemade marinara.

fresh tomatoes, seeded and peeled
garlic
onion
salt and pepper to taste

1. in a pot of boiling water, gently throw in the tomatoes for 30 to 45 seconds, then scoop them out into cool ice water.

2. peel off the skin, and remove the seeds.

3. sautee garlic and onions, salt and pepper to taste.

4. add deseeded and peeled tomatoes, simmer for 10 minutes.

5. pour mixture in processor or blender, then puree.

6. cool and store mixture in the refrigerator (or freezer) if not needed immediately. for the best taste, consume within a week.

of course, this is the homemade artsy fartsy version for those who have the time to do this. there is a very quick version of the sauce, specially if meant for pasta, which i will post another time. i only make the drawn-out version when i have the time to do so. otherwise, i always use the quickie marinara cheat sauce.

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

promise yourself

Promise yourself to be so strong that nothing can disturb your peace of mind.

To talk health, happiness, and prosperity to every person you meet.

To make all your friends feel that there is something in them.

To look at the sunny side of everything and make your optimism come true.

To think only of the best, to work only for the best, and expect only the best.

To be just as enthusiastic about the success of others as you are about your own.

To forget the mistakes of the past and press on to the greater achievements of the future.

To wear a cheerful countenance at all times and give every living creature you meet a smile.

To give so much time to the improvement of yourself that you have no time to criticize others.

To be too large for worry, too noble for anger, too strong for fear, and too happy to permit the presence of trouble.

Christian D. Larson

Monday, May 18, 2009

trey's salacious seasonal salad

cucumber, seeded and sliced (or cubed)
carrots, cubed
potatoes, cubed
fresh apple, cubed
fresh pineapple, cubed
bacon bits, crisped
chicken, cubed
cheese, cubed
yoghurt, chilled
1 clove garlic, minced
1 large onion, minced
salt and pepper to taste

1. boil chicken meat for 15 minutes, then add potatoes and carrots. boil for another 10 minutes. this will also give you chicken stock, which you can later use by itself or in other dishes.

2. while boiling the chicken and vegetables, crisp the bacon bits until golden brown.

3. mince the garlic and onion, then stir into chilled yoghurt with salt and pepper to taste, which is to be separated from the salad until serving time. place seasoned yoghurt in the refrigerator to chill.

4. cut and core the apples and pineapples into cubes. combine both immediately, so that the acid in the pineapple juices prevent the apple from browning.

5. combine the cheese cubes, bacon bits, chicken meat, carrots, potatoes, and cucumber into the fresh apples and pineapple, mix, and then chill if you're serving it later.

6. when serving, pour chilled yoghurt over the salad.

7. enjoy.

notes:

cucumbers - i like them seeded, but not peeled. or go for seedless if you can. just wash them carefully if you want to retain their skins.

potatoes - i also like to leave the skin on. just make sure they are thoroughly washed. you can also substitute yams for a different take on the salad.

apples - i like them seeded with the skins still on. they make fantastic visuals against the green of the cucumber, the orange of the carrots, the yellow of the pineapples, and the brown of the potatoes.

of course, this is a basic recipe, and you may choose to alter it to suit your taste. but basically it's figure-friendly with mostly fresh and homemade ingredients, with little or no msg. you control what goes in. you can even make it totally vegetarian.

other ingredients you may choose to add or substitute:
fresh seafood, steamed (or buttered)
turkey, cubed
cauliflower
broccoli (my favorite)
roasted eggplant, cubed or sliced
cooked beans, drained
olives, pitted
fresh corn bits, steamed (or sauteed lightly in butter)
bulgur pilaf, cooked
tabasco sauce or rubbed chili flakes, for that spicy kick
citrus fruits, sliced
ginger, minced
vinaigrette (olive oil and balsamic vinegar, seasoned)
fruit dressings (olive oil and citrus juice, seasoned)
cebuano dressing (olive oil and pure tuba vinegar)
asian dressing (soy sauce, vinegar or citrus juice, sesame oil, with or without honey)

what i love about this salad is that you can make it as summery or as hearty as the seasons (and moods) change. i made my first one in the summer, so it was pretty light. i soon tried different dressings, and i discovered that each one created a different mood. the cheese choice also influence the overall taste. blue cheese, goat cheese, even your common cheddar cheese at the grocery. add spice for that middle eastern flavor, or olives for that mediterranean feel. the choices are endless.

bon appetit!

Saturday, May 16, 2009

and so the wheel turns

i took another online test.

and it's fun.

plus i love the card that showed up. dragon, phoenix, tiger, and turtle.

and i totally agree with its symbolism.

what goes around comes around.

sometimes you're up, sometimes you're down.

very me.

char.


You are The Wheel of Fortune


Good fortune and happiness but sometimes a species of
intoxication with success


The Wheel of Fortune is all about big things, luck, change, fortune. Almost always good fortune. You are lucky in all things that you do and happy with the things that come to you. Be careful that success does not go to your head however. Sometimes luck can change.


What Tarot Card are You?
Take the Test to Find Out.



mirror, mirror, on that wall...

holy crap!

while reading mcvie's blog, i checked this out.

kinda true, the way i see myself. but not sure that this is how others see me.

but either way, it's a very very easy online test. i did it less than five minutes.

Friday, May 15, 2009

radio gaga

i'm still behind on catching up on my sleep. yes, i'm one of those people who count sleep debt.

i should have known that a night out with bubz meant the following: coffee, massage, and then downing bottles of beer at the bar.

not that there's anything wrong with it. well, maybe a little. if i am going to age, i want to age well. and bubz's routine is not the way to do it. lol.

well, massage is one way. coffee is okay too. the bar scene can be okay. but not all mixed up in one night.

a few nights ago, bubz laid it out for us. by us, i meant bernz and me. it was to be in the following order: coffee, then massage, then the bars.

i was slightly disappointed that the spa we were going to was the birdland. it was not a spa that i was expecting to have a relaxing wholesome massage. and i was not wrong. the therapist assigned to me was a hustler. quick to cut to the chase, he almost immediately massaged my balls, then my cock, and asked if i wanted a happy ending.

no, i said firmly. i'm not here for that, i wanted to add, and your fingernails are too long and remind me of a woman's hands. but i kept quiet.

i glanced at the time. he spent less than 40 minutes 'massaging' me. but what did i expect at this place? i would've probably changed my mind if the therapist was hot. but he wasn't.

and he kept disturbing my nap by tweaking my nipples. it was annoying. but i slept for a bit anyway. in short, the massage i got was terrible.

good thing that i was able to accumulate points that it turned out free.

bernz joined me afterwards, all quiet and contemplative. god knows what went on his mind. bubz took longer. i could only guess what went on inside, as he was the first to get in his cubicle yet the last to come out.

let's go for a nightcap, bubz said.
yeah right, nightcap, i thought while rolling my eyes. i knew what it meant. it meant going to the bar and drinking beer and cruising. ugh.

so there we were, bubz, bernz, and me at the bar. having that 'nightcap', according to bubz. i now have very low tolerance for alcohol, unlike when i was in my teens. and soon i was flushed. maybe it was the redness of my face that caught the attention of several people. but let's be clear. i wasn't there to pick up guys. i was there out of respect to bubz, who does this ritual each and every time we go out. it never changes. and i was insane to think it would.

one guy was bolder than the other 3, and came over. you're cute, he said, and would it be okay if he went home with me. and mind you, he wasn't fugly.

but i was not in the mood for one night stands, so i just smiled back at him and said, maybe another time.

he smiled, and leaned in. when you go home, let me know, because i want to make sure you get home safely, he said.

sure, i said. and i turned around to face my inquisitors.

why'd you let him go? bubz wailed as not-fugly guy left.
i'm not here to pick up guys for one night stands, i retorted.
who said it was? it could be the start of something beautiful, bubz insisted with a vehement shake of his head.
bernz merely smiled inscrutably.
bubz rolled his eyes.
hurry up and finish those bottles and let's get out of here, i shot back at bubz.
not before you do something with not-fugly guy, bubz glared.
fine, i'll kiss him when we leave, i said, now hurry up!

and so i did kiss not-fugly guy when we left fifteen minutes later, but not before he asked for my number. i had the feeling i gave him the wrong number. i was sleepy and slightly intoxicated. i think i scared him off by kissing him impulsively. lol.

bernz insisted i was drunk. i like to say i was tipsy. bubz went off to go to another bar, being the social bar-fly that he is. as we stood in the taxi lane, i noticed 2 guys looking at bernz and me. one was sort of cute, with a ponytail. he came over, but i looked away, so he ended up talking to bernz. turns out, they were asking where a club called the host 78 was.

i've heard it was nearby but i've never been. a third guy overheard them, and joined the other 2. bernz gave instructions, and they went off and got into a taxi. being tipsy, i called bubz immediately.

i remember you wanted to go to the host and review it, i said.
yes i did, he replied.
well, it's nearby, so you wanna go?
wait for me.

so there we were, inside the place. turns out to be one of those macho dancing clubs, but without dicks showing, hard or otherwise. and the men? not really my type. a little too short, a little too trendy, and not muscular at all. the guys that had asked for directions turned out to be macho dancers called in to audition, and were done auditioning by the time we arrived.

some queens were there, obviously enjoying the show, with a few of the dancers at their table. the curvaceous floor manager sashayed over in a scandalously scarlet dress.

which ones do you fancy? she intoned in a deep voice to bubz.
bubz smiled and shook his head.
just sit there and i'll have them all go to the stage and you can pick from there, she commanded.

there were none that we fancied.

and the whole place was too... ho-hum. it wasn't exciting. it wasn't even hip. i think i saw old-fashioned ruffled curtains. a few framed artwork hung on the rough cement wall. i guess they were not allowed to paint over the wall. one of the wall hangings was a framed needlepoint of a ballerina. there was also a framed poster of mickey mouse. maybe they're some sort of metaphor to the penis? i didn't get it though.

if it were up to me, i'd have painted the whole walls black (or scarlet red), put in mirrored walls onstage, get some metallic accents and phallic decor. and no blacklights at all. get hot wait staff. and more diverse dancers. the beer was expensive. san mig light at 85?

someone should finally open a dance club here that has hot men in their underwear dancing in cages, i thought for the millionth. but would the concept be too western for us pinoys?

we stayed at the place for 30 minutes and then we left to go home.

having stumbled home at 3 in the morning, i made a half-assed attempt at sleeping soundly. but i failed and merely closed my eyes, drifting in and out of consciousness. and all too soon, i woke up at 6, with still a buzz on and my mouth tasting like a rat died inside.

all in all, the whole affair left me a little hung over, a little exhausted, and a little ambiguous.

Thursday, May 14, 2009

a promise i make to thee

When I'm feeling like there's no love coming to me...

And I have no love to give...

When I'm feeling separated from the world...

And cut off from myself...

When I'm feeling annoyed by every little thing...

Because I'm not getting what I want...

I'll remember that there is an infinite amount of love available to me.

And I'll see it in you.

I'll remember that I am complete within myself...

So I'll never have to look to you to complete me.

And most of all, I'll remember that everything I really need I already have, and whatever I don't have will come to me when I'm ready to receive it.

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

the art of gagaism

"Some people didn't get it. Some people still don't get it. I read reviews sometimes and I'm like, 'Wow, that guy really doesn't fucking like me.' Like, they really don't get it, but that's cool. You've got to create some kind of stir. You've got to say something that's got to upset some people, and that's the risk-taking that makes music so fun. The real struggle is that they didn't want to play my music on the radio. We fought and we fought and I played every club. I had chicken dinner with every program director I could get my hands on. The turning point for me was the gay community. I've got so many gay fans and they're so loyal to me and they really lifted me up. They'll always stand by me and I'll always stand by them. It's not an easy thing to create a fanbase. … Being invited to play [the San Francisco Pride rally], that was a real turning point for me as an artist."

- The Lady tells MTV News about last year, 2008, before the world's current GaGa obsession

Sunday, May 10, 2009

paparazzi



this song has been haunting me ever since last year.

and it only took jessie's cute friend sid to jar my memory, to listen to lady gaga's album again.

and i found it! paparazzi.

much thanks, sid.

Saturday, May 9, 2009

neverending story

i've been starting and stopping on a story i've been trying to get out of my head. it is longtime dream of mine to have this story out in the world. it's a very mixed genre, and i guess the nearest classification and the broadest one i can think of is plain fiction. lol!

it involves a mysterious young boy who is hunted down by a secret organization. as the story unfolds, we learn that the mysterious boy is not as young as he seems, and he holds secrets that may preserve or destroy the human race, but he has lost his memories in the process of escaping from his enemies. he slowly regains some of his memories, but he is not sure if they are real or illusions. he encounters several people who might be able to help him: a beautiful socialite, a failed scientist, a dark goddess, and a shadowy assasin. oh, and yes, he's gay.

this is just the general outline, but of course there is more underneath. everyone has a reason for doing what they have to do, but the reason, or reasons that they have, doesn't have to be told. there is a lot that i've borrowed from myths and legends too, but with a twist, of course.

my dream is to have it written down, finalized.
and the ultimate dream? have it become a graphic novel.
oh. my. god.

if only i had the talent to draw like comic artists. i have already the vision of how it looks in my head. it's just pulling everything together to make it tangible.

i've tried posting it on multiply. i've posted a few entries, but that's as far as i would allow the posts to go. the next stories, i want to keep editing. omit, add, change.

so it really is a challenge to me. do i make it simpler? or make it more complex?

i would love to meet with someone who can create a rough graphic novel, with panels and everything. but first, someone who can help me with putting down my ideas into words. i would also love to meet with people with the same interests. i know b is one. i think he's already almost finished his drafts.

i keep having ideas. putting them down is another thing. lol.

it's looking like it's gonna be sequelicious. and i haven't started on the first one!

help! :-)

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

the name of the game

few days past, i happened to see married guy with a much older guy, probably twice his age. i passed by their table accidentally, and married guy and i made a nanosecond eye contact. i sensed that he didn't want me to say hi to him, which was fine, as i was in a hurry to get to the supermarket for some groceries. beetroot juice, yum.

less than a minute, i received a text message from married guy.

"sorry, i can't talk to you while i'm with my boyfriend."

i didn't mind the people who were staring at the insane person who suddenly burst into hysterical laughter after reading the text message on his cell phone.

let me see if i get this straight-bi-gay. married guy is cheating on his wife with another man.

i wonder, does the other man know that he is being cheated on with other men?

Sunday, May 3, 2009

threesome redux

seeing how a threesome piqued my interest, i went back for seconds.

it was still with the married muscular guy, but this time, the third guy was a friend of his who was joining a contest in a few days. i was quite surprised to see him, as he seemed familiar to me. then i recalled having seen him before in a contest a year back.

i remember him because of his bubble butt. though shorter than me, he was very cute and very muscular. wide and hard, his body was a work of art. he shook my hand, said his name was ed. warm, hard, and rough his hands were. he smiled, and his eyes twinkled.

he suddenly stretched, allowing us to see his muscles through his worn shirt. sorry, he said sheepishly. he was tired, he had been working out the whole day. it was as good as any opening could be.

maybe you need a massage, my married friend said while looking at me.

he didn't reply. instead, he took off his clothes and got on the bed. and soon, we were on top of each other, writhing and rubbing against each other. we made a delicious bed sandwich. nay, a delicious napoleon dessert.

here we were, each so different physically. married guy was smooth, dark, and rough. ed was tanned, muscled, and cute. and me, chinoy and with more hair on my legs than they did.

suck me, ed whispered. we took turns sucking him, then each other. married guy did not lie. ed was packed too. all too soon, they mentioned that they wanted to fuck me. they looked around for condoms. without warning, the lights went out.

it's a sign not to fuck me, i blurted out.

they laughed, and we continued pleasuring each other in total darkness. married guy suddenly moaned. he was cumming, he groaned. he felt around for my face and forced me to accomodate him while he released all he had. he liked to cum in my mouth, he told me once. truth be told, i didn't expect him to cum so soon that night. maybe the darkness turned him on.

i felt someone grip me close to his chest, pulling me on top of him. it was ed. every part of him was like stone. he had been working out straight for a week to prepare, he had said earlier. i felt him poke around, looking to find the hidden hole.

i don't have condoms, i whispered loudly in the dark. i lied. i heard married guy laugh softly. he knew i wasn't so much into it.

ed sighed underneath me. i'll just jack off then, he said. i straddled his muscled body in complete darkness, taking control of my own explosion. i felt hands all over me, squeezing and rubbing. they were either ed's or married guy's. i didn't know, and i didn't care much because i was suddenly on the brink. then i toppled over, spent and exhausted, over ed.

i could feel ed still furiously pumping himself as i laid on top of him, our skin sticky with sweat and with... something else (grin).

i want to cum in your mouth, i heard him whisper. i guess they both had that fetish. i didn't reply, but instead pressed myself closer to him. he gripped me closer. we were panting, him from excitement, and i from exhaustion. suddenly the lights came back on.

married guy was beside us, looking on with a smile as he watched.

there i was, on top of his friend, our mouths beside each other's ear. ed was moaning. and then he suddenly pushed me down. i was caught off-guard, though i couldn't utter a sound as my mouth was suddenly filled with... a lot of things (lol).

many minutes later, after having sexily washed up and gotten dressed, i ended my weekend.

Thursday, April 30, 2009

disturbia

i've often wondered what death would look like. i've run its images through my imagination thousands of times.

haven't we all?

when i was little, i used to think death as a huge monstrous beast. dark, hairy, menacing. growling through sharp teeth, its dank breath issuing poisonous fumes as its beady red eyes glowed at me in the dark. i imagined it would hide and scurry in the shadows, afraid of the light. a creature of the dark, a hound from hell. persephone's pet. i imagined it tore the soul of the very being it was sent to kill, shredding its victim's soul to pieces before it allowed the bits to drift down into the dark earth, where it would eventually be swallowed into a pit of wailing souls.

when i was able to read, i imagined death as the familiar hooded and cloaked figure, silent and grim, and as merciless as the scythe it wielded. this time, i imagined death walked among the living, neither seen or heard, but always felt. it did not fear sun or shade, but welcomed it. i figured it saw into every person it met, and it waited for a visit until the person was deemed to die.

as an adult, i began to think of death not as an enemy, but a partner of life. it was not merciless, but only performed a function that we all needed to go through. be it a death of a relationship, a pet, or even a flower. death is not grim. it is not a monster. death shakes our comfortable lives and allows us to remember that we must live as if we were about to die.

suddenly, i rethought all i knew about death yesterday. passing by a funeral procession, i strangely associated death as a woman. as a woman, death could be very heartbreakingly seductive and alluring. she could also be beautifully clothed in scorn and fury. yet she could also be merciful and excruciatingly kind as she tells brutal truths and menacing lies. doing all this while wearing 4-inch heels or fashionable flats.

she breathed life to her children,
for sisterhood among the brethren.
smooth and supple, her old skin could be.
aged and wise, her blind eyes will see.
her cold lips, luscious and red,
warmly speak of nothing but our death.

so, why not death as a woman?

Monday, April 27, 2009

eat me

at the top of my head...

i love dark chocolate. the bittersweet kind. i've always loved them, back when everyone wanted the light brown sweet milk chocolate. dark chocolate for me all the way.

i love coconut oil, either way it's extracted. some may wrinkle their noses at its strong smell, but for me the earthy scent is very seductive. specially when it's used for massages. (grin) actually it is quite good for massages, even if it doesn't have a happy ending. while i was in manila for several months and several years ago, i remember having my massages using carica cold-pressed coconut oil, and my then suki masseusse commented that the oil i was using smelled too strong. i didn't care, because it wasn't greasy, and i ended up with really moisturized skin. so, ha! take that, joy.

i love brewed coffee, the local ones. somehow, there's nothing better than having home-brewed local barako coffee in the morning. i'm currently enjoying cafe de lipa, which i love because of its smooth taste. i have one other favorite local coffee, except that i forgot the name. but it's not really hard to find it, as it's often in stock in local groceries. all filipino, all good.

i just realized that i also love cooking. but i don't like so much to eat what i've cooked. strange. and i've got tons of recipes in my head which i've to translate into words. i think i'll write down some of them later on. at least if i forget them, i'll have my blog for reference. they're quite eclectic, some very continental, some very asian, and some just fusion.

i think i would've made a good chef.

Thursday, April 23, 2009

you learn

recurring experience has one aim: to teach you what you do not want to learn.

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

choices

it's always up to you on how you're going to run your life.

run it for good, or ruin it that bad - yes, people will care and try to shift you back to the right track.

but at the end of the day, it's still your choice that matters.

choose what you love, and then love your choice.

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

bittersweet symphony

the most difficult phase of life is not when no one understands you - it is when you don't understand yourself.

Sunday, April 19, 2009

seussism

Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind.

Dr. Seuss

Friday, April 17, 2009

to be or not to be

Love is the answer, but while waiting for the answer, sex raises some pretty good questions.

Woody Allen

Thursday, April 16, 2009

prayer for serenity

God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

the law of unattachment

don't cling to anything that needs to go.

everything in this world is not permanent.

you just have to love it while you have it.

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

reflections

As much as others may need to change, or we may want them to to change, the only person we can continually inspire, prod, and shape - with any degree of success - is the person in the mirror.

Kerry Patterson

Monday, April 13, 2009

the three enemies of personal peace

regret over yesterday's mistakes

inattention over today's blessings

anxiety over tomorrow's problems

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

gold digger

we know the type. usually belonging to the lower strata of society, whose favorite past time is bettering themselves by leeching onto decrepit old men who can provide them with fake louis vuitton purses.

but i'm not talking about whores in the strictest sense of the word, who simply spread their legs once they receive cash.

i'm talking about the new breed of bitches, who study english or nihonggo and caregiving in the hopes of meeting that foreigner gullible enough to sully their hands with such vermin.

profile:

age: teens to early 30's

physical features: usually dark skinned to attract caucasian (and some asian) men, although there are rare cases of heavily bleached skin ones, with long rebonded hair which they toss in the air to appear seductive to their victims

tell-tale signs: fashion victim, or more appropriately, fashion roadkill usually sporting garish make-up and imitation designer bags to go with their version of the latest trends

where to find them: online chats, the french baker (sm city cebu)

usual story: poor provincial lass in the harsh city making a living to support her large family depending on her, looking to find someone she can exploi - oops, i meant love, who can support her dreams of a better life.

usual outcome: she lives with and marries the foreigner, supporting her extended family, but eventually gets dropped by the foreigner when he discovers she has been keeping and supporting a not-so-rich but virile male lover, who can satisfy her sexually, on the side who eventually lives with her in squallor and shame.

i spotted the latest specie yesterday, and i wonder what her problem is with me. she seemed to want to attract my attention by constantly going out of her way to irritate me.

either she likes me or envies me. fortunately, i don't care for her that much. it just amazed me that i seemed to bring out the claws of insecure women everywhere without doing anything much at all.

one thing i realized though. in a world where women think they rule, these rabid gold diggers ought to be rounded up and put to sleep forever by their own genders.

let the hunt begin.

Thursday, March 5, 2009

three's a company

no, it's not about the 70's sitcom.

no. for someone who seemingly is jaded (to myself anyway) about sexual exploits, i haven't been very adventurous when it comes to group encounters.

so. i finally tried the much-hyped threesome, with one bisexual married man and his bi-curious straight friend, both in fantastic shape. and when i say fantastic, i mean my dream body type - bodybuilder muscular.

yes. it should have been orgasmic fantasy, coming out of a porn scene.

and. i learned 3 things from my threesome.

1. i have a misconception about dick sizes. it turns out that my impression of an average dick size is most peoples' large. so i guess i have been pretty lucky so far. (grin)

2. first time bi-curious men aren't the best partners in a threesome.

3. i sort of liked it.