A trusted editor of this site has advised me to stop writing about how much sleep I got, whether or not I'm drinking coffee, and that I'm going to the gym at any point in the day.
I find all three of these subjects fascinating and I'd like to remind him that this site has up to 7 visitors daily, some days. So, all of those people must find my waking habits of endless interest as well.
Last night we had a "Lad's Night Out." This is not gay lingo, though certainly now that I type it out is does look that way. I don't remember seeing anybody playing peek-a-boo in the Glory Hole, comparing ding-dongs in fraternal camaraderie.
Maybe it was the gayest night in New York, and nobody finds me attractive. I do seem to remember spending a lot of time sitting at the table alone. Everybody else was off in the back room, doing gay things, lighting grindr up, etc.
Moving on, I slept well last night and I'm having my first cup of coffee. No exercise this morning. Something about it feels wrong today. A vacation should be comprised of occasional leisure, particularly in the mornings.
I've just put a load of laundry in, for those interested in my various domestic doings. I had to ask my buddy how to wash a load of clothes. He thought I was kidding. I've never really needed to know how to wash clothes. I lack confidence in the act. I am always on the verge of permanently destroying something - shrinking shirts, bleeding colors, wrong temperatures, too much soap, overstuffing the washer, all of it.
I don't understand why you just can't leave the clothes in the dryer and turn it on for 5 minutes before you're about to get dressed, to get rid of the wrinkles. This time-saving technique gets ignored by all of the women's magazines.
I like it when a woman that loves me washes my clothes. It makes me feel loved. Watching them fold clothes makes me want to distract them with sex. There's something very comfortable about it, the erotic arousal of tender domesticity, the petting, the kissing.
Is that sexist?
Whether it is or not, I miss it.