Maybe I Should Try Being Nice to People Who Love Me

I pissed the shit out of my boyfriend. Again. He dumped me over the phone. At 9am. As I was waking up with a hangover.

TACOS!!!

I wanted a taco for lunch today but they stopped making them at 4pm. I got a salad instead. It was gross and not fulfilling.

Also, a coworker and I were discussing how we share the same john. He's a bit creepy. Surprise.

I Look Like One of Them Now

And it gets me laid more often.

My Idea is Your Idea

This has never happened to me but apparently it's really common:

You tell someone an idea. Lay it out for them. In detail. And then they spout it back at you, verbatim, like it's theirs.

You think, "Maybe they're just retarded."

You call and leave a detailed voicemail for them about something. For instance, "Hey dude, let's move the shoot to next week, there's a 50% chance of rain tomorrow and I don't want to chance it. If we could move it to Monday or Tuesday that would work really well for me. Let me know if that works for you. Sorry about this, just want to be safe rather than sorry."

The phone call back is this: "Hey dude, so I hear it's going to rain tomorrow. I think we should move the shoot. How about next week? Monday or Tuesday? Are you around? Is this OK? I just don't want the shoot to be rained out tomorrow. Better safe than sorry, right?"

Right. In these situations, as my boyfriend has told me, all you can do is say yes, and smile because you're getting everything you wanted.

Dirty Italians

So I'm go-go dancing at Big Lug some Saturdays ago. This very hot, small, furry furry furry Italian guy is eyeing me and being very direct and forward. He's hot, I'm getting hot, I say, wait till my boyfriend gets here. The boyfriend gets there. He realizes that, SURPRISE! it's the guy he was flirting with last night that kept on saying, "Wait till you see my boyfriend."

Needless to say, we take him back home. We do it. Like mad. Everyone's dick is in everyone's ass and mouth, one or two at a time. And it's protected. Shocking.

Fast forward. Monday. Trying to arrange some fun for the BF and me. We have two separate appearances we could make. I get back from appointments, he says, "Honey, I think we have the clap."

Today. Get call from doctor. Sure enough, it's not only the clap, but Chlamydia too. Fucking Hell. Those tourists!!!

The best is that maybe ten days prior to this, I had gotten a full screening and was totally clean. Dirty Italians.

First STD since I moved to NYC, and that was over three years ago. What s more shocking, that I didn't have an STD for three years, or that I got it from a Dirty Italian?

Don't I Know You?

Walking down 8th Ave to get a cup of coffee at a coffee shop other than Starbuck's today, I realized that all gay men look the same. I come to this realization every day at least twice. Sometimes, I pretend like I know everyone that looks like someone I think I might know, or have met, because I can't really tell the difference between people I know, people I've met, and people I think I know. Sometimes, I ignore them all and you know what? Either way, I don't think any of us notice a difference.

WHOA

I'm not sure quite why I feel like writing this again. Maybe it's because I'm revving up to start doing porn again. Maybe it's because I had raucus, dirty, hot sex all weekend with my hot boyfriend and others. Maybe I'm truly becoming comfortable in my skin (at least MORE comfortable). Or maybe I just want more attention.

I'm tired. Have a boner. Sore ass. I learned something last night. Expect a sore ass if you're going to do the whole "get fucked by a huge nicely curved thick cock with absolutely no lube or spit" trick. Yeah. Didn't realize, for some reason, that that could hurt. I guess every other time I've done it my ass has already been a little greasy already. Maybe it was just slimey with discharge. I kid, I kid!!!

To bring things up to date for all you kiddies who have been awaiting my return to blogland, I still live in New York City. I still work in fashion, but I am doing much more freelance. It is going well. I am building my name up, and no, that name is not Cory. I started working part time at a clothing shop in Chelsea just because I didn't feel like I was working enough. I am also dancing occasionally. I think it might be a good idea if I start posting when I'll be dancing around the 'hood so y'all can stop by and GIVE ME MONEY cuz I'm still broke.

I still have lots of free jeans. More than ever, actually. It's a bit scary. Freaks my boyfriend out. Would sell them on ebay but I'm not responsible enough to think for a second that I am able to ship things in a timely manner, so I've been thinking about selling things at a consignment store, but once again, don't think I'm responsible enough to consign (???). I've got a lot of sneakers too. And more!!! Thanks for all the suggestions.

I have a new boyfriend. He's amazing. The others pale in comparison. I think he is the reason that I'm getting comfortable with my big ol' slutty self again, finally. We're very compatible. We've been together for over a year now, and that is actually the longest I've gone without breaking up and getting back together on and on etc. Or at least breaking up for more than a day. You know what I mean More on him later, but you must know he gets so many kudos for sticking with me despite my, ahem, Sybil moments.

I'm still one of the most difficult people I know. Supposedly I'm worth it. So I've been told.

I miss me!