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2003-11-14 - 12:44 p.m.

Just a typical San Francisco morning.....

Woke up, not enough sleep. Threw some clothes on and ran down the street to move my car to a place where I won't get a ticket. Back upstairs, too awake to try to go back to sleep. Went online, read e-mail, surfed some porn, got in the mood, then was bummed to find that I'm pretty much out of lube! That's not good.

I also realized it's time for a new toy. The rubber, or what ever covered my little friend is starting to get frayed. It's like the end of a relationship - there's a feeling of sorrow, loss, and even some reminiscing about the good times.

Good thing Good Vibrations is only a few blocks away. Good Vibrations is the best sex shop in the country, period. They have great staff, and it's a welcoming environment.

Then why do so few of my latina/o friends hang there? It's a lingering problem - latinas and latinos don't like to deal with sex in an open manner. I was shocked to hear my friend E (a latino) trying to bum condoms from my friend J, who works at Planned Parenthood. She always keeps a bunch, but she was out this time.

I mean, why wouldn't you just stock up at home? Just walk into any gay bar and grab a handful. We have so many good organizations that regularly bring condoms to nightclubs in the city.

Anyway, my inspiration, what got me in a "playful" mood was seeing my beautiful muse, Krissy, at Diva Darlings last night. She was dancing so seductively. She' so in shape not a hint of body fat on her. She recognized me instantly and gave me big smile. I came up to the mini-stage to tip her, and she pulled open her thong in the front, giving a wide view of her cock. I placed a bill in there, and made sure I gave a smooth stroke as I lifted my hand up.

"Call me!" I said after she gave me a sweet, wet kiss on my lips. She told me she lost my number. Yeah, right. So I went to the bar, got another drink and wrote my number on a napkin. I went back in a little while, and did the same thing, this time giving her my number and a bill. Her cock felt just a little harder this time. Another wet kiss, another Thursday night.

I had the fantasy all set in my mind. Stream some techno through ITunes, lay on my bed, scoot away the cats, and caress myself, imagining ourselves together. I stroke her soft skin, kiss her neck, cup her breasts in my hand, feel her wonderful abs, then slowly make my way down....

Sigh, but that's not going to happen now. I like a fair amount of lube, especially for that initial penetration. I like getting over that part, just getting to that wonderful feeling of fullness in my rectum. It's just a little like paradise. Don't knock it until you try it! I'm going to save some money this time around and not buy one with a vibrating function. I rarely use it, and it just doesn't do anything for me.

I'm getting so hard thinking about that right now. Will she call me? I can only masturbate so many times in a day, then I need to call the whole night off!

Ugh, back to laundry. I'm worried that I might have offended a friend last week. I calls me every Friday. We meet, we have dinner, we talk. It's a pretty regular thing, but she has issues, there's a lot she doesn't tell me. After a couple of margaritas, she leaves for home, buying a bottle of wine to last her the rest of the night. Wow.

Anyway, here's some advice. If you love the nightlife - tip! It ensures that those who make your nightlife fun are compensated. Waiters, waitresses and bartenders have to put up with so much b.s. - they listen to your stupid jokes, which they've heard ten thousand times. They have to smile while you flirt, and they don't do it for much money. I like to have a good time, and I like to show appreciation for people who serve me.

I doesn't tip. Or, if she does, it's not at 15 percent. One time, she even tried to pull some money away from me as a waitress was approaching. I had to yank it back, in front of the waitress. Pretty embarrassing. Another time she questioned an amount I placed on a bar. "Were they worth that much?"

I don't like cheap friends, and it placed a serious strain on our friendship. I read a study on tipping patters, and there are differences among ethnic groups. The study mostly focused on black/white communities (my friend I is black) and said that black people tended to tip a fixed amount per meal, without regard to the final bill. White folks, on the other hand, tip a percentage of the final bill. The study also mentioned that black folks will tip more as they rise in class status, and/or are better integrated into mainstream culture.

I finally asked her about it. Maybe it was the alcohol, but right in front of the waitress, she questioned my tip - again! I said it pretty casually, "you don't like to tip, do you?" and she quickly tried to end the conversation. I pushed it a little, but it didn't go well. I think she left pretty upset that night.

Anyway, I almost always hear from her at this point, and she hasn't written or called yet. Hmmmm.....I guess it will be oysters at El Rio this afternoon.

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music:

Love is a Battlefield, Pat Benetar

night life:

Waiting for I's Friday booty call, some night I'm going to give in....

sex life:

too late - all spent from this morning's fantasies

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