I’m happy to have been fully vaccinated for monkeypox. Managed to get my first shot in early July and my second shot in early August. By now the vaccine is fully effective at maybe 85%. News of breakthrough infections have been popping up, so I’m still sitting out until more hoes are vaxxed and we know what the fuck is going on. No dick is worth having sores in my ass.

Having turned XX recently I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about what’s next. (the exact number is classified information). Hoe games are fun, but I’d really like some companionship. The problem with anyone thinking of adopting a feral cat is that it still needs to be wild sometimes. It’s tough to be a lap cat and still go run in the high weeds. Fenceless relationships are a source of anxiety and conflict for most gays. Normally it’s one partner resigning to the other being a total whore and that tolerance only goes on for so long before someone feels like a used doormat.

Grindr has lost their fucking mind again. The audacity to sell “unlimited” and then offer a “boost” in visibility on top of their horribly over-priced app. I’ll tell you what, if the virus plague bullshit is still going on I’m going to drop that subscription like a hot rock come December. Grindr better lead me to someone who puts out, or it can get the fuck out! Let’s call that spade by it’s real name and quit pretending it’s Christian Mingle.

Speaking of which, WTF is with a gay hookup app having trans-men and women on it? Gay = pussy not wanted. Bi = any hole will do. Straight = pussy or bust. Trans-man is a women less the tits but usually still with a pussy last time I checked. Transwoman is a man with a dick and tits who wants to be a woman. In both cases it’s not my battle and I don’t really relate. I wish them the best of luck, but I like dick and guys. I’m happy with the equipment I was issued. I’m specifically into guys who look and act like guys.

So back to being single/stray and desiring a nice place to curl up and a good breeding. This dry spell is getting old. Been more or less celibate since June and I’m officially fucking over it. Not over it enough that I want to catch monkeypox…. so here I am for probably another month or two. I want to see case counts dropping.

Texas had 1100 cases last time I looked. I think there are 10x that number that aren’t being diagnosed/reported. Still a small percentage, but absent good numbers on the population of hoes, it aint worth it. It’s probably 10 to 15% of the population of hoes and sluts, and that’s just too high for me. Club Houston is probably my favorite venue and there is way too much shared surfaces and touchy touchy going on there to run the risk of getting monkeypox. No ma’am! Grandma can sit her ass down and when things are safer I’ll be back out.

Oh yea, I mentioned in my last post I had met a nice guy when I was on vacation last week. I texted him last night and had a nice convo. Still not sure if I want to admit to having wrote Gloryhole or being behind this site. It’s sometimes better to be seen as a nice cat than as the alley slut.

Sigh. Fuck Covid, fuck monkeypox. I feel like someone foreclosed on my sex life without the courtesy of a reach around or a kiss. I’ve neglected writing for a while and am currently in self-imposed exile to avoid unpleasant or lethal diseases.

Really it’s not correct to say I’m not writing, I’m just writing more lucrative things than smut. But I don’t post here to talk about work. This is about the gritty nasty sex life that I used to enjoy.

I took a trip recently. If I said where I went or what I was doing it would be too much information of a sensitive nature, so I’ll just suffice to say it was a gay group doing something in the outdoors. The activity requires being paired with someone and I was paired with a nice man who was 12 years older than me. Needless to say he lives in a different part of the country and is probably wildly sexually incompatible. But there was something there, something about him was quite nice and attractive. I’ve seen that a few times before and never quite understood what it was, just someone who clicked.

My first lover had that.. and remained special until he gave up and blew his brains out because he couldn’t handle his combat PTSD issues. Mind you, that was not on my watch… we broke up a long long time ago. That was disappointing, but we all have the power to choose an exit. I still miss his conversations. I’ve only seen it one, no two other times. This thing where someone just feels like they belong with you. It wasn’t the kind of trip organized around sex. Sex would be awkward anyway…. if the water isn’t fit to drink I’m sure as hell not spraying it up my ass to clean out. Besides, he said he was verse which is code for I’ll be the top in public and the bottom in bed. lol. Nonetheless, their remained this connection there. He would wink at me here and there. I think it started out innocently, but these kinds of things are rarely one sided. I’m certain he had some sort of attraction as well. The touches that did happen had a feel to them, whether it was me rubbing his shoulders or vice versa. When it was time for me to leave for the airport I gave him a hug which was quite nice and quite warm.

I held off texting for a couple of days. I learned a long time ago that long distance doesn’t work where relationships are concerned. At least not without a finite exit plan. Each of us is rather entrenched in where we live, for better or worse. I’m also not a fan of imported dick. What comes can go. But god damn, where do you meet people you might want to date? Houston is full of folks that just don’t have any sizzle for me. Oh yea, meeting him sort of got me thinking that maybe it’s time to put away my slut shoes and date someone. What with COVID and then Monkeypox the free agent wild pussy days may need to come to a close. Monkeypox is going to be messy. The CDC is trying, but bitches be out there breeding ass like there is no tomorrow.

Anyhow, I’ve also wondered if this site has not run it’s course. Everything, and everyone has a beginning and an end. This site was originally an exercise in smut writing to see if I could compile enough material for a book. The book was published and has done okay, although getting bitches to leave a review on Amazon is tough. Except for the one bitch who clearly didn’t read the book because he bitched that it was all about 9 inch black dick destroying white ass…. (Yes please). He left the book a 1 star review, but aside from that I’ve sold a few hundred copies, which warms my cunt.

I turned XX recently. The number is classified, but definitely old by gay standards. It’s gotten me to thinking I really should be dating someone. That’s all I have to share for the moment. I think it’s time to write another book, but it’s probably not going to be a smut title this time.