Express Train to Whoreville

So, this was my past weekend:

Friday night - Gay night at Great Adventure. The park was closed to everyone other than the gays...had a lot of fun. Met some people, ate some funnel cake (probably not vegan, but who really knows?) I had no friends to go with, really. My friends now stay at home and talk about real estate. Sad.

Saturday night - Spandex Night at View Bar. We interviewed these guys for the website, Big Gay Apple and I ended up sucking off some hot guy in the handicapped bathroom. Lovely. I took the express train to Whoreville.

Sunday morning - dog walk - Quaker Meeting - yoga. I guess I can't really tell the Quakers yet that I give head in the back of bars, they would be like, "You know, we're a very accepting religion, but we do have LIMITS."

I Love New York.

Express Train to Whoreville

So, this was my past weekend:

Friday night - Gay night at Great Adventure. The park was closed to everyone other than the gays...had a lot of fun. Met some people, ate some funnel cake (probably not vegan, but who really knows?) I had no friends to go with, really. My friends now stay at home and talk about real estate. Sad.

Saturday night - Spandex Night at View Bar. We interviewed these guys for the website, Big Gay Apple and I ended up sucking off some hot guy in the handicapped bathroom. Lovely. I took the express train to Whoreville.

Sunday morning - dog walk - Quaker Meeting - yoga. I guess I can't really tell the Quakers yet that I give head in the back of bars, they would be like, "You know, we're a very accepting religion, but we do have LIMITS."

I Love New York.

Still a Whore....

Once a Whore, always a Whore.

At the Internext convention in Hollywood, Florida, I went to the country club gym which had a steamroom, sauna, hot tub, etc.

There was an older gentleman, and, me at 35, I was still half his age.

Married, with his wedding ring on, he started chatting me up about Florida, his family, etc.

He followed me into the locker room and was checking me out while I toweled dry off.

I got my stuff together to leave, and he looked a little annoyed.

"Why don't you stay? There's no monitor here in a little while."

He obviously wanted a little more than my polite conversation.

"You're just a little TEASE, aren't you?" he said to me. Yeah, I thought, I'm a fucking tease.

I looked at him, straight in the eyes, and said "250 dollars an hour, no fucking!"

I figured that I would get one of two results; either he would shut up, or I would make a few bucks. Either way, I would win.

He shut up.