So instead of celebrating the fourth of July for independence day, because I am still disgusted at America for reelecting the Moron-In-Chief and thoroughly horrified that he gets to replace not only a Supreme Court Justice, but good old Sandra Day O'Connor, who could at least be relied upon to be pro-choice, I went out with some friends for our friend Jordan's birthday.
Shannon and I are on a mission to get Jordan out of the closet. Or she'd like to sleep with him, if he's not gay. Hell, I don't know if I'd mind either, but I'm currently taken care of in that department. (not nearly often enough, but nothing's perfect) I think Ryan wants to as well, so we'll see what happens. Nothing like trying to determine your friend's indeterminate sexuality. Of course, he is only 20, so he could be just figuring it out himself, anyway. For instance, Shannon and I gave him his first spanking last night--though he did bend over the car and count them off like a good little boy.
We ate sushi and drank sake and lit off cherry bombs in the middle of the street and the beach. I think this one boy was trying to hit on me, which was charming in a "But Julian, I'm A Little Bit Older Than You" way. Then again, the guy I'm seeing is 11 years older than me, so who am I to talk?
I have worked 50 hours in the last five days. And that's just at the shop.
The Philly-based magazine I was writing for is now officially defunct. So getcher copies of Issue 6 with my not-very-exciting article on Ropeadope Clothing while you still can. The Jeremy Fish art on the cover is worth the issue price.
Shannon and I are on a mission to get Jordan out of the closet. Or she'd like to sleep with him, if he's not gay. Hell, I don't know if I'd mind either, but I'm currently taken care of in that department. (not nearly often enough, but nothing's perfect) I think Ryan wants to as well, so we'll see what happens. Nothing like trying to determine your friend's indeterminate sexuality. Of course, he is only 20, so he could be just figuring it out himself, anyway. For instance, Shannon and I gave him his first spanking last night--though he did bend over the car and count them off like a good little boy.
We ate sushi and drank sake and lit off cherry bombs in the middle of the street and the beach. I think this one boy was trying to hit on me, which was charming in a "But Julian, I'm A Little Bit Older Than You" way. Then again, the guy I'm seeing is 11 years older than me, so who am I to talk?
I have worked 50 hours in the last five days. And that's just at the shop.
The Philly-based magazine I was writing for is now officially defunct. So getcher copies of Issue 6 with my not-very-exciting article on Ropeadope Clothing while you still can. The Jeremy Fish art on the cover is worth the issue price.