o yeah. there's something i see on the fringes of the gay mainstream, a kind of man-to-man connection that seems almost in the genes, or perhaps we're comforting each other for being XY, or for being subjected to the straight world's schizo ideas about manhood and surviving as sexual beings.

never managed to really connect with the faeries, just bad luck or timing i guess, but ive seen on rare occasions a kind of al fresco celebration of nature and dickbearing and togetherness, alas its fleeting and dissolves at the first contact with tha so-called straight world.

You mean the guys who, Woody Allen-like, ponder all types of minutiae while sliding against someone else's skin (also known as "my personal favorites")??

Yanno, it would be hot if I could find others like me. I mean, I get it.

But I live in a world where other people are really rather closed off or prone to be this here and that there. It's confusing. Change if you need to change, but be who you are, right?

Seattle is a stange place... and today would be a perfect day to challenge myself on that, but I am sick. *pouts*