elegantwaste's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Porn! I had a fun, porn-filled weekend. It was Pride weekend here in this fair city, and for the second year in a row, it rained, proving God really must hate us. Hah. Joke. Saturday had me driving all over with my houseguest for the weekend, going to Walmart and eating bad food and watching two kinds of porn -- actual gay porn, as in boy-on-boy, with a bunch of straight women who like that kind of thing - and I like it to the point of having to see cock - and that other kind of porn, that is NSync concert videos. Shut up. I can hear you laughing. Rock in Rio, baby. It's gold! Sunday was the parade -- pretty bare-breasted women, gorgeous people and not-so-gorgeous people everywhere, a cute girl hanging on me, chilling with my favourite people. It was fab. Then a few of us came back to my place, and did what? Porn, ladies and gentlemen! Not that we "did" porn. We watched it. I've only done porn once, and that tape is shredded, thankyouverymuch. The last porn movie was so gosh darn boring that two of us fell asleep during it. There was this wide-eyed girl who kept staring at things, quivering her lower lip, give a blowjob or get fucked, and then faint. Then wake up in a different universe. Then faint. It was terrible! Then today my houseguest dragged me to the porn section of our GLBT bookstore, where I was scarred by many many naked men everywhere. Like, on the covers. Not real ones. Ew. Boys. (Kidding. Mostly.) Then we came home and watched, yes, porn. Gay porn. Joey Stefano porn. It was good, too. I [heart] porn! Except not really. 5:44 p.m. - 2002-08-05 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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