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2003-10-23 - 1:52 p.m. don't stop til you get enough - the king of pop hey, i'm here in lovely west los angeles, just drinking a cold, cold corona w/ lime, and playing around on patches/jose's computer. whoopeee!!!! it's hot here in cali, kids. brutal, crazy, mad hot, yo. matt's watching super troopers w/ jose for like the millionth time, and as much as i love that movie, i just can't deal, you know? phantom planet @ the roxy, last night was pretty gosh darned good. they played a lot of new stuff, and although it's not as....poppy? i'm not sure that's the right word, but, anyway, it was quite good. they have a more "indie" sound (whatever that means), and this is the first time i've seen them with the new drummer. as you may or may not know, jason shwartzman (sp?) is no longer in the band. while that kinda sucks, the new guy is pretty good. let me just rag on alex greenwald, if i may for a moment. he's one of those gorgeous guys who doesn't want to be gorgeous. he seems to do everything he can to downplay his considerable looks. i just wish he wouldn't fight it so much. last night, he played most of the show wearing a hooded sweatshirt, WITH the hood on. bummer. hey, i'm all about the music, 'k?, but, there's nothing wrong with being a hot guy and showing it. i'm not saying he should take his shirt off, or be like fully groomed when he comes out, but, face it darlin', you're purty. after the show, we headed next door to the rainbow for drinks and smokes, but, alas, all the tables were reserved. it was 11pm for chrissakes, when we're these vip's gonna get there anyway? the waitress was emphatic though. matt asked her if we could just sit there for one beer, and be on our way. matt does have a way with the ladies, so, she relented. we had our beer, smoked our smokes, and split. i do love the rainbow. the spirit of hard rockin' decadence lives on in so few hollywood spots nowadays. it's nice that the rainbow keeps that alive. the strokes show is tonight, and i'm kvelling. i'm so excited!! last night, when we went to bed, we really wanted to screw around, but, neither one of us had a condom. matt was ready to knock on patches/jose's door and ask for one, but i stopped him. a) i didn't want him waking them up, since it had been awhile since they went to bed. b) i didn't want them knowing that we were going to be having sex. i mean, yeah, we always have sex when we stay with them, and who knows, maybe they've heard us, BUT, if they have, we've never discussed it. patches, and i talk about sex all the time, but not about matt and i having sex in her home. i'm probably being a tool, but, whatever. this bring me to my quasi point, why do matt and i still use condoms? we've both been tested, and we live together, and we're monogamous. although, we have had one or two instances where a third party was involved. now i'm embarrassed.......................................... anyway, yeah, it's happened. but, other than that, do we still need condoms if it's just us? i've never been with guy sexually w/o a condom. i've often wondered what it would feel like w/o one. is there a significant difference sensation wise, like some guys swear? i don't know. i mean, it feels pretty fucking awesome with one on, you know? i guess it's just a curiousity thing. i can't help but wonder, if we had been home w/o a condom, would we have not had sex, or would we just have said fuck it (or, fuck me) anyway. enough about anal sex. don't you hate that term? anal sex. it's sounds awful. but, it feels wonderful. kinda like the word douche. it sounds wonderful. very...i don't know....very, french? le douche no parle englais. i know that makes no sense, but doesn't it just SOUND right? but, i digress. douche sounds good, but, it's like cleaning out the vaginal cavity. the illest of na na's. that's why i'm glad i'm a mo. with the vagina, you don't know what's doin' in there. for straight boys, it's akin to spelunking blindfolded. with a fellow mo, it's all business up front. no surprises. a guy takes his ck's off, and, whoomp, there it is! you know instantly what you're dealing with, or if the deals off, in a matter of seconds. so, what have i just learned through my non-sensical stream of conciousness? gay sex is like a mullet, business up front, party in the back. see, back to anal sex. so, anal sex is like the glue that holds everything together. circle of life, all that shit, all that shit. pretty deep, huh? deep...deep...hmm.... maybe everything leads back to spelunking. oh, bother i've got some more research to do. later |
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