we've got to carry each other.

he stumbles in at 2am, fresh from queer adventures. gay men groping on a beach, singing songs, making up lame musicals, eating pies on davie, looking for somewhere that sells lube at midnight, and grabbing boobs. and of course the pole dancing. he is quite excited by it all. he just wishes that it wasn't to be just a once a year thing. all these kids seem to be allowed to go almost every week, he just has to make do with the few times he's allowed to go. he can't wait till he's out of high school and can just do what he wants about everything queer. 4 months fro being 18 and he doesn't have the freedom to go out once in a while in vancouver without being punished. it's rediculous.  he cheated a little, he had kill of a smoke. he missed the feelings, the headrush just about did him in for a bit since it had been too long. he missed the burn. sometimes it's hard to be away from something so unhealthy. he ended up blabbing about why girls are confusing and his life sucks because of it. at least he knows he can trust that Aliza won't go around talking behind his back about it.  after another trip to little sisters he realizes how much he'd enjoy some bondage rope. it's so soft!!! and then all the beautiful dildos and viberators and strap-ons and even strapless strap-ons. then there's the rainbow disco balls and incense holders and such. he loves the davie life sometimes. sometimes he wishes he could just live in the streets out there, other times he just wants to get away from the cities and the people and the economy and such. then there's days filled with just not caring anymore. he actually didn't quite mind being "the lesbian" even in a group of queens. he just enjoys the company of so many queers. mmmmm queers. <3 <3