Ending the silence

Ok, don't hate me but I am back. After a prolonged hiatus, I'm not sure if I can even write. Or write well at least. But I owe it to all the people who read my previous entries, who I will take the liberty to call my ‘devoted’ readers, to keep on writing. And oh, off course, explain the reason for my long and sudden departure.

First of all, a couple of my entries offended some people, mostly good friends or rather close acquaintances, who complained that I was being too candid/honest and not discreet enough. Therefore, with utmost hesitation and sorrow, to preserve the sanctity of friendship, I had to remove a couple of my entries. This act, however, did leave a bad taste in my mouth making me wonder the usefulness of writing a blog when I couldn’t even express my entire self. Or reveal the true nature of the drama that ensues in the superficial and lustful world of the gays.

Secondly, and more importantly, I left because my LOSER boyfriend completely occupied ALL my F-in time, not to mention my mind and sanity. What a disaster. Actually, that’s a good word to describe our six-month rollercoaster of an abysmal relationship – di-saster , die-sass-ter or just complete madness, whatever you prefer. Anyway, I brought him up because this one time he read my blog AND my personal e-mails (screw gmail auto-logging) when he was “using” my computer to pay-off the minimum amount on his enormous credit card balance. But actually, he was spying on me, trying to discover a trace of infidelity in my innocent emails. What a violation – I mean what kind of a psychotic individual goes through your personal emails, without your consent, trying to find out if you are planning to fuck someone else on the side?

Now, keeping these two reasons in mind, I am going to make an honest effort to be more discreet. And if I still offend you then just let me know. Otherwise do yourself a favor and don’t read my entries. And as far as the problem with the boyfriend was concerned, I already took care of it. Or maybe he took care of it, breaking up with me after discovering a friendly tryst with a Georgetown graduate, who, before you make any judgments on my character, is in a LTR and who I was meeting up with to discuss the daily humiliation and the insanity of my relationship.

So Mr. Ex, if you ever read this, I am SO glad that it is over and thank you for ending our festering relationship because, as we all know, I would NEVER have had the audacity to take the final step.

So here is to starting over, and putting those thoughts back into words. And not only thoughts but actual wonderful dramatic experiences that take place daily in my life and in my gayborhood. AMEN!