I’m working on a refrigerator. I know there is only me and $10 part that separates me from success. It’s how I spent Satruday. Yee haw.
But a mere 3 miles away, the DC PRIDE event is in full swing. Homo heaven, every night spot and spots converted for the night are bustling. I’ve no interest. Read the book, saw the movie already, I’m jaded. But I wonder how many newbies there were along the parade route this evening. Sneaked away from their family, to take a peek into the gay life. They saw everyone having fun, drink in hand, surrounded by friends laughing. An assortment of trim cuties wandering about, better the hit gym a bit and cut out those nasty carbs.
After a few hours, they sulked back to their suburban house, the wife and kiddies already having had dinner, made up some flimsy excuse and returned to the life in front of the telly. Wondering, gee why can’t I be part of that crowd.
Well, you can. It’s easy. Just pull the pin on the hand grenade and start counting. All your dreams will come true. Hot boys every night. A conveyor belt of cock or whatever else tickles your fancy.
Unfortunately, it’s a diet of empty calories. But you won’t know this until you’re caught in the vortex. The twinkling disco lights, ever present club thumping music or maybe your game is playing Peterian roulette on one of the many online venture. Careful with that pin.
TC at 1 a.m. is on Toronto’s Church Street, a place he’s be going to since he was 16. Out with his friends, he wants to go home. “It’s all the same, cute little twinks looking for boys for one night, when are you getting me out of here”, he asks.
Soon I hope.