very very very horny. And it's Sunday, which is a night I used to like to go out looking for sex, so.... Actually, The Cock is having another BLACK OUT party. Usually when one of those Circuit Parties is in town, The Cock does its cheaper version for us unemployed, D-list types. So, a few more bucks cover charge, even less lighting than usual, the usual crappy house, trance, hi-NRG club dance music, but men who somehow get much much friendlier when they pay 10 bucks instead of 8 bucks admission (and the fact that they can't possibly see who they are groping, tasting, sucking, face-fucking seems to help, too). And hell, I could use some sweaty fun.

And now, like any good gayboy, I can fret about what to wear for the rest of the evening. Leather pants and filthy broken-in tank top? Button-fly jeans with my fave jockstrap, and that thermal long-sleeve shirt that makes me look like I have no gut and an actual chest? There's always the dark green cargo shorts with the oh-I-didn't-know hole in the back, just under the pocket so you don't see, but you definately feel (too cold out, but those pockets are great for holding a beer, a joint, and money, all in separate places). There are those really worn jeans, Ramones-holes in knees, that are way too tight, and I keep promising myself to throw away, and the zipper won't stay closed (hehe). But if I really want to overanalyze ( a lovable or painful trait, depending on whether you are a current, or an ex boyfriend), I should realize the look doesn't really matter at a Black-Out party. It's the feel. Comfortable and sexy-inspiring for me (i.e. looser clothes with jockstrap/cockring beneath) or something geared towards potential partners, meaning either broken-in soft tight denim, or soft aromatic leather. Needless to say, the favorite cockring is a must, and maybe add one or two more for heft (or sharing).

Then again, I can stay home and fall asleep waiting for Best Picture (is Planet of The Apes in the running? - I think that's the only movie I saw all year).