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02/22/2003 Entry: ""Rainy Day, Dream Away""
It's a beautiful rainy day, one of those rare constant showerings that makes for good sleeping and kaleidoscopic dreams. I went out with the traditional every-other-Friday gang last night, and in the midst of my midnight dinner it struck me that everyone at the table, everyone at the restaurant and beyond it's windows, were utterly beautiful. I mean the deeper sense of the word... they were shining. Even those to whom I would typically have difficulty drawing that conclusion with were brightly and clearly beautiful. I don't think it was the beer, nor the faux-Cajun mishmash on my plate, but just one of those things when God pokes and you have to pay attention.
At the same time, there were several attractive menfolk that kept drawing my attention in an entirely different way. Is my rutting season on? I think so. I haven't had a good old fashioned romantic encounter, failed or faint, in a month or two. My housemate has a friend staying over that is over the top in all ways, but is obviously straight. I keep having this problem with my gay-dar and chasing after false or misleading transponder signals ( I could use a hardware upgrade ). It might just be because most gay men don't do much for me... around here many choose to stereotype themselves and 9 out of 10 are swishy, which is fine for them but doesn't really do much for me. The remaining 1 out of 10 is either myself or an ancient leather-clad daddy cruising for 18 year olds. Bitter? Pas moi. Just very, very ready, to find that elusive number that is hiding somewhere between myself and the rest of the world.
At any rate, it's a slow news day, good for durning up the Jimi and down the NPR.
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