Today I texted a friend when I was on the train back to Århus. The conversation went fine until we started to talk about each others sexual activity. While he hasn’t got any since the last time we talked, I admitted that I did have sex. And he was disappointed… and that left me confused.
Isn’t it rather painfully obvious that I listed on my profile that I’m looking for action and friendship? I can’t commit myself to a relationship because I won’t be in Denmark for long, and it will be horribly irresponsible of me to have a boyfriend and then leave this country for good, leaving him hanging by a thread over here. And yet I still wanted to have fun when I’m single, which means having casual sex with some of the people I meet.
Emphasis on the word “some”. You’re wrong if you get the impression that I have sex with every single moving thing - or every single gay man I meet. I don’t. I have my taste and preferences, I have the right to accept or refuse a sexual offer. Simply being a bottom does not mean that I submit myself to every single top guy I meet and let them fuck the living piss out of me. It doesn’t work that way.
And there he came, riding on this white, shining moral high horse, telling me that he doesn’t like to hook up with people who fuck around like hookers (a.k.a. have random sex and stuff). I respect his preference, but calling me a hooker is nothing short of an insult that I’m a loose, promiscuous gay man whose mind is solely preoccupied with the notion of sex.
That utterly disgusts me.
I hope if you’re reading this, you know what kind of person I am - I am usually nice and polite, caring and responsible, but if you ever step on a raw nerve on mine and say things that don’t represent me, be prepared to get some good verbal lashing from me.
My sociology teacher’s (yes, same one) high school sweetheart/husband is dying from brain cancer and has been given 5 years.
I just can’t imagine going through something so soul-sucking as that and how lonely it could be. Someone is shared with you… and then cancer robs them from you…but you get to watch it. It isn’t sudden.I can’t wrap my head around that and trying to process it alone makes my heart hurt
Note: I’ve come across this beautiful set of photographs sometime last year, and I see it fit to share it with you as we mourn for our own loved ones and all the others who already passed away. Let us altogether offer this day of prayer to the souls of our dead, both eternally remembered and also those who are neglected and forgotten.
- A Mother’s Journey,Sacramento Bee Photography (2007 Pulitzer Prize for Feature Photography)
I'm doing the same thing next weekend. Hit up CouchSurfing.org
Oh. I have actually tried to explore Couch Surfing before I came to Denmark, but it’s pretty unfair that I go around sleeping on people’s couch when I can’t offer my place to host guests (but believe me, I’d love to!). I’ve already placed a booking at a hostel located next to Tivoli Gardens. It’s really close to town (and the train station).
So I guess you’re in Denmark now? You should drop by Aarhus someday. I can show you around! It isn’t very big, but there are things to see :)