Going Home.

The prospect of visiting mom, for the first time in my life, excites me.
This weekend I'm supposedly taking my very tired self to the, "Gateway to Opportunity" and visiting the family. It's a nice thought, this visiting.

There are other things that excite me about going home though. For the first time since I can remember people are enthused to see me and that makes me feel special. Well, not everyone. One person in particular was quite blah about the announcement and I thought he would have been the most enthralled. He after all, would be getting the most out of my time in Niagara, or at least I think he would be.

But whatever. Hiss loss.

So from that conclusion, I pull this one: Men are fucked.

I'm old enough now to not be stupid with sex. I've had enough of it to know that it tampers badly with your mental and emotional states if you don't deal with it properly and I've had enough of it to know that it's very possible to have it, without having an emotional connection.
I've told this many times to men and yet, they STILL insist on making me believe that they want more from me than a one night stand, and then, get a blowjob and never return.

I don't get that.

Spare me the emotional web of bullshit d00d. I'm telling you straight up that I will give you sex without any strings attached 'cause I like you and I like doing it, and if that's all you want from me, GREAT, 'cause that's all I want from you UNLESS you tell me otherwise.

But they always tell me otherwise and I have no idea why.

Things would have been so much easier of the honesty card would have been played since go time. Things would have been far less confusing if you just would have told me what you wanted instead of hinting at it, in 209348082653 differenet ways. Things would have been so much hotter if you just would have made the time to accept my talents in a spot that wasn't rushed, awkward and embarrassing.

All you had to do was tell me, and you could have had anything you wanted. But all you gave me was confusion and now I'm still confused and you're perfectly happy to ignore my presence all together.

What the fuck man?

Oh yeah, I got the job in the art store. The return of the art fag may be upon us.