I'd somehow never noticed this before.
Anyway, because I'm bored
And suddenly I see the face of a guy I recognize.
No, not like that.
I recognize it as the friend of a friend of mine.
I know the face because I've seen this very picture in the paper...
murdered sometime last year.
Below his smiling face, the green and red buttons ask if I'd like to "meet" or "pass".
I'm not sure which.
I say a tiny prayer for him ....and push "pass"....
onto someone who frankly needs the prayers even more.
(I'm talking a headless leather harness with a Taylor Swift reference, people. For realz)
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Well.... I talked myself into walking down to St James and getting my ashes, like a good Episcopalian.
How have you been doing Mr.
Oh great even the dead are dating
Oh dear, dear. How very disconcerting!
I sometimes wonder what would happen if I suddenly died and no one would be able to get access to my online sites. Or what to do about all my porn or dirty toys and leather harnesses in the attic. My mother would die if she came across my old gay.com profile. I should delete that right now.
BTW wasn't this the strangest set of dates surrounding Mardi Gras this year? Abe Lincoln's birthday, Friday the 13th, Valentines Day, Joe Cain Day, Presidents Day/Lundi Gras, Fat Tuesday and Ash Wednesday.
Hi Tommy,
good to see you back! I'm doing as best as can be expected, I guess. Thanks.
Mean Dirty:
I know what you mean. I hope she never has access to this blog or my constant tumblr stream of porn and kitten pictures.
Ima have to look ups "Joe Cain" day, since I've never heard of it. I hope it's celebrated with liquor, however.
when i die i'll just have to try grindr.
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