The flip-side of the chore of jacking off is the chore of taking guys home, which invariably happens on the nights that I have to work in the morning, I'm already completely hammered and all I really want to do is jack off while we kiss (if they're lucky) or actually barely touch at all. I'm such an Aquarian, I mean I can top pretty much anything that will submit to it but it feels gross, I don't wanna do that in my bed, my sheets are white and I actually just want to sleep right now and no you can't stay over. I dunno the whole thing seems very weird right now. I wonder, as I meander deeper and deeper into the weird second-hand store in the collective soul that is spirituality, should I be harnessing my kundulini energy for something else? If I stop ejaculating will I be able to ejaculate eldritch bolts from my eyes whenever I feel that disgusting need to put someone down with a pointed stare? One of the kings in the White Serpent could do it, and I've had more than enough epiphanies on drugs where things in those and all of Tanith Lee's other books became a very real part of this loose melange of drag and drugs and music that I call my reality.
I'm not really sure what I'm going to do. Anyway here's more pictures of my very own broke straight boyfriend from last week's on drag/drug bender. I could probably jack off to these right now.