Robert, the social homo

So, I bit the bullet last night. After much--and by much, I mean ten minutes--deliberation, I decided to go to Saxon Whateverhislastnameisidontknowthefucker's "Fire and Ice" party. I dressed in a bright blue polo (ice) with a red belt and red flip flops (fire) to keep with the theme, so I thought.

Upon entering the apartment and finding (who I later discovered to be the party host) Saxon clad in only a skirt in the shape of the flame, I knew this was going to be a "different" party, but not too different of course. Almost immediately upon my arrival in the vicinity of the apartment, I was greeted by a dirty look from my archnemesis Adam, aka porcupine, who combines the worst of all traits of bad fags: oversized mohawk, lots and lots of makeup, girl's pants and shirts, and God. Like the guy in Rocky Horror but less guy like, and like not fabulous.

Anyway, he was there.

Also there was three weeks ago's hand job recipient Tony, all-Star blowee Cade, internet jack off partner Idontrememberhisname, and I think someone else with whom I might have had sexual relations. Despite knowing many people at the party, I spent the first thirty minutes or so aimlessly wondering around uncomfortably, trying to follow someone--read: anyone--that I knew, mooching beers from the fridge (ed: shouldn't the party host have stocked the fucking fridge?), dodging losers and just kind of laying low.

When the aforementioned Cade arrived, things got a little bit better. Slut that I am, I decided I would be going home with him again that night, and the quest of the night became, in a round a bout way, finding someone else to come back with us.

First stop was Michael, the boy I've been trying to hook up wi--rather, he's been trying to hook up with me online. He was cute enough, but very femmy and we queeny. We next tried to pick up this unfriendly, thuggish looking Latino boy, who was, well, unfriendly. We then moved to the two boys in black, Ryan and Michael, one of whom we found out only liked black guys, and one of whom only liked makeup-wearing faerie fags.

So that ended up being a bust and I sucked Cade's cock, and Cade's cock only that night.

In better news, though, despite the cunts I saw (in addition to aformentioned porcupine), I met a lot of cool people, including hot indie boy that looks like Ernie who I might hook up with later, hot tie-clad friend, hot straight-acting guy who kissed me a lot, and Curtis the fabulous and his mixed friends.

Ah well. A new day, a new quest. Ciao.