Wow, I surprised myself with that last entry. I usually don't have so much to write, but I guess I'd been holding it in for a while.

Anyway, on to other bits and pieces of drama in my life. Did I mention that I had my brains fucked out about three or four weeks go? Oh, yes, I did. It was a great way to get past my last relationship.

Yes, nothing like a one-night stand to get some tension out of your life. My weapon of choice was Denise, a beautiful statuesque Puerto Rican transsexual I met at Divas. She took me to her place and took me two, three ways. At the hottest point, she had me on my back and fucked me so hard my head was banging on the wall behind me, but I didn't really mind. Hee hee.....

Maybe I've had enough of biological women for a while. I've been hanging out a lot with my gay male friends. Last night we hung out and had a great dinner at Los Jarritos. I had their chicken mole, which was good and not too spicy. My sisters from another mother enjoyed the carnitas. One of my friends confessed that he never tried mole before. He's in his fifties! How can you not know what chicken mole tastes like?

Okay, for any readers not of the latin persuasion, mole isn't the little animal that burrows under your garden. it's a type of sauce that goes on chicken. I wouldn't eat an underground-dwelling mole if you paid me a million dollars.

Anyway, we decided to hang out at La Rondalla afterward, and had a blast. After we had our fill of Cazadores, we went to my friend's place for a while. He spends most of his time pursuing young latino men half his age who like to "play it straight," if you know what I mean. His place was stocked up on all kinds of straight porno. We watched it anyway, but my other friend kept complaining that he wanted to see guys get it on. Oh well......

Just another fun night in San Francisco....

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