Making an effort to blog about something can be somewhat tedious. Considering the fact that last two weeks had been the slowest and dullest ever. I was expecting an all-round-party-fun (and perhaps orgy session) with the commencement of my studies. Disappointed. Not only the fact that there’s no irresistable cute guys, but also no irresistable cute professor (ok I know that never happen except in movies). The only distraction in class is probably the vaguely familiar subjects and the foldable chair-to-table-and-table-to-chair thing.
As sexually deprived it is only normal that I find myself slightly disgusted at the thought of engaging myself in quickie. Yes, opportunity is often there (although I don’t think that opportunity extends to a surprise massage). Of cos that doesn’t mean I exclude the idea of practices, but merely a question of getting used to it. And more so many might scream that such opportunist is unsound for and brings a bad name to the already-stigmatized community… and worst still ‘that is not the norm of a gay man’. But what is? And who set the bar?
