I could never imagine living with my siblings as an adult. The brother is in a relationship and it's weird for me to imagine fucking someone in the same apartment as my siblings.

Good lord, I'm a little late to the party, and a little drunk. Anyway, chapter 3 of:

Oh, I don't read the articles. I just subscribe for the naked ladies.

Mary Wiseman deserves some real props for the date scene. All of her weird little reactions painted her as possibly just as much of a loser as John's Jason. She's almost funnier in the scene than he is.

I'm glad you turned your life around, but I'm reporting you nonetheless.

I certainly did not enjoy the time I spent there in my life, but I must say I was rather disappointed by how little the set design evoked the location, especially since much of the play was set during the fall, the time when I find there to be real magic in the air in that town.

Everything was where I left it. They wouldn't have been walking away with much anyway.

There is some great stuff out there if you're looking hard enough. The Tree of Life, Kieslowski's Decalogue, Andrei Rublev, Dogville. All of them are great productions by Christians and/or exploring deep Christian topics. It's just that the face of American evangelism is al about promoting braindead inspirational…

I really can't describe how absolutely mundane the whole thing seemed. Like neither one of them was even remotely aware another person was standing close to them. I imagine their body language would have played out exactly the same had I been across the car.

Just, how does someone reach a point where they don't know or don't care that someone's fist is in their boob?

that reminds me…

As someone with one foot in each world, my experience with men has been that they (we, whatever) tend to be more damaged than hetero women on the whole. The world still doesn't want us. They acknowledge queer people now (in the west at least), but they'd still rather we didn't exist. That's the kind of thing that…

The last time I moved, I found an almost full box of condoms in my nightstand. I looked at it for a second, thought about the new world opening up ahead of me, said "don't kid yourself" and threw it away.

If you wrote for House of Cards, maybe I'd keep watching.

That's good to hear! Even though I prewrote the thing, it was very stream of conciounesss and not proofread at all.

Well I guess it’s time for the second installment of

"Cheat on them. Hire a sex worker. Look at my husband's ass."
-Dan Savage

Oh I got tons of photos. I'm actually quite a pretty fellow. I'm just sitting on like 300 matches without chat.

I'm going to make some variant of that into my "about me"

but there's this pretense around it. like you're not just there for a random dingussing. It's like cruising in a 1930s automat, except at least those had a pretty defined code.