I must start doing more pushups. Crunches. And squats. Since, I sometimes mostly almost alwaysblog naked. Well, because of that and because Matt will leave me if I get fat. Men are shallow like that.
...tiny bunch of flowers placed in the steel holder that was fixed next to his niche. A bunch of plastic carnations and daffodils with a ribbon tied around them. And a note that said "To our beloved Nicky, from Daddy and Mommy." My tears flowed as freely again as the first day of the rupture in my heart. A rupture that has become part of me, and which will always remain. The definition of me...
In some ironicallystrange ways, the departure of Nicky brought me closer to my family and also introduced me to new friends. One of them is Audi, who is one of Nick's best friends since BMT. He's a funny character and we've somehow ended chatting over Facebook regularly. And through Audi, I gradually got to know Nick better than when he was still with us. Nick is so different from me and my cousins...
Tyler So, I've been watching True Blood. Nicky Hawt. Tyler It reminds me of you. Nicky You think I'm a vampire? Tyler No. Nicky You think Matt is a vampire? Tyler It's that accent of yours that slips out now and then. Nicky I don't have an accent. Tyler No baby you do. And it's hot.
Food. Sex. They're basic needs. Ask Maslow . Not that I was looking to multi-task, but - On Wednesday morning we were horny and out of lube. So combining food and sex, we used olive oil. It's not just for - salad wrestling.
Moving on to the dessert course - Anderson Cooper & whipped cream. Couldn't you just eat him up?
There's something primordial about this photograph. You sense it. Or I do. Instinctual. Primal.
It's brute. It's... Caveman. What's he going to do with him? And why does it make me hard?
