Casual Internet Stalking at Work.
Doing a bit of ex-stalking and I see that each of his last 15 pics are of him and his new BF.
::crying into late afternoon cup of gross office coffee::
::clicking his new BF’s profile::
Oh but you ain’t in a SINGLE photo on your man’s page?
::feels much better::
::finishes coffee and readies self for a wonderful afternoon of gaiety and frolicking in these streetz::
5:34 pm • 26 September 2014 •
Am I allowed to be afraid of HIV still?
I pride myself on being fairly open-minded. I try to treat people the way I would like to be treated. However THAT Time.com headline scares the shit outta me, but even expressing the slightest of negative sentiments about HIV gets you slammed with accusations of Poz-shaming and being prejudice. Listen. Regardless of the fact that people are living longer and living better with the disease than ever before, HIV is still an actual virus that can lead to death. It’s still scary, I still don’t want it, and I still want to do everything in my power not to catch it, so why do I feel so bad about saying so?
3:20 pm • 26 September 2014 •
Deep conversations about Taylor Swift on a second date.
Danielle just took her dog downstairs to pee and I told her I wanted to jot this down real quick while it was still fresh. Taylor Swift came on Spotify and apparently Danielle hates her. I just met the girl on Sunday so I don’t know her life like that yet.
Danielle: Change it. I can’t listen to her.
Me: Why not? It’s a fun song. [Shake It Off]
Danielle: I just hate her. She’s so ungrateful.
Me: Well I don’t like her but I think she’s become less awful.
Danielle: She’s like. The skinniest. Whitest. Blondest. Richest bitch in America fucking all the guys on my Hollywood To Do List and writing songs about it.
Me: Can’t argue with that.
Danielle: I mean if Jake Gyllenhaal blesses me with his dick I’m not gonna write a shitty song about it after. I would never do that to him. I would send him flowers once a year and a thank you card. She’s such a bitch.
And she made the best steak I’ve ever had not in a restaurant. Don’t tell me you can’t pick up quality chicks in bars.
11:30 pm • 13 September 2014 •
My child bride bought me sneakers for my birthday.
So. I guess it’s time to ease this cat on out of the bag. I’ve *sort of* been seeing this guy in my building who is way too young for me, but it was super casual and I thought we were just kicking it until a few weeks ago. I was in California and he sent me a text one day like “thanks for letting me know you were going on vacation for two weeks.” Then he called me and we had one of those “expectations” conversations.
How do you have expectations with some guy you fool around with and you’re not even sure if he’s gay? Yes, I am messy, but y’all have not SEEN him, so save your judgement.
12:23 am • 29 August 2014 •
"I do spend a lot of my Internet time sharing and commenting on stories where racism might not be readily evident to the average white person looking at it through a lens where they never think about race."
"Ok yea but don’t you think racism would be over if like ghetto blacks stopped blaming white people? Not you, but like ghetto blacks."
"Listen HERE white boy…"
I’m in the bathroom waiting for my Uber driver to say he’s here and then I’m going out the side door.
12:16 am • 6 August 2014 •
Reasons to be in a polyamorous triad.
Time Out NY has an interview with a gay “throuple” discussing how they got together, why they’re together, what their relationship is like, and some of the criticisms they face.
Can I have this though? Because that’s what I need. I’m too anti-social for a one-on-one partnership forever, but another guy to lighten the load (in many ways) sounds perfect.
10:33 am • 24 July 2014 •
I got stood up last night and then told I was “in my feelings.”
For the record, I am not now nor have I ever been “in my feelings” about someone I don’t know. However, I do believe in certain universal standards of manners and decorum, so y’all let me know if I was overreacting as I was being stood up last night after trekking to Brooklyn in the rain after work.
(Yes. I went to Brooklyn after work. In the rain. And he didn’t show, so you know I was tight.)
10:44 am • 16 July 2014 •
dating horror stories|
Look at this photo.
You ever see someone online you wanna meet for the sole purpose of finding out what their life is like? I feel like he lives in a basement, parts his hair down the middle, and regularly waits in line at midnight for video game releases.
10:58 pm • 7 June 2014 •