The Legend Lives On

these men aren't dating, they're just trying to find a spot secluded enough to have sex but only because exhibitionism isn't on their fuckit list until NEXT week

Ever the pessimist, narcissistic, self indulgent egomaniacal ray of shinning light I am I decided now that I have shaken free from the mortal coils of two of the most controlling people to have ever graced this planet I should indulge and see what I've been missing socially. 

In the gay scene.

I shook those mother fuckers off like a Calgon commercial.

I don't know what that means.

I heard Mariah Carey say it a few billion times in that one song she made her comeback from the brink of obese insanity with.

Turns out absolutely nothing has changed.

Romance is still an elusive myth, gay people still have the balls to show up to dates wearing either way too much make up or not enough, and it's still far more economical and prudent to simply meet up for hot naked naughtiness, which also happens to be free, than it is to waste time, money, and in some cases, for some people, makeup, only to find at the end of an excruciating two and a half hours you have absolutely no attraction to the other person now that you've been forced to acknowledge them as a person who has independent thoughts and feelings of their own which have nothing to do with whether or not you're being satisfied sexually. 

*le sigh*

I am determined to be the next great screen writer who pens the hilarious sleeper indie comedy about the reality of gay dating and how it's basically a non-existent thing people only assume exists because the majority of people sitting around making assumptions about life aren't gay.

Also dating is stupid.

We're only dating to see if we like each other enough to have sex.

But here's the thing about that; we can have really great sex, better sex, if we don't know anything about the other person.

The inclusion of personalities, idiosyncratic foibles, and the names of their pet's adds zero to the experience of being naked with another person.

Oh well.

Now to write my opus on Frosty the Snowman.

Will be up soon on idiotprofit.blogspot.com