Damn you Fleshbot and your softcore porn!
Can I take him home?
Sometimes I hate being gay. It’s so fashionable and corporate.
I feel like I have to work out and have this gorgeous tanned sex machine of a body so I can go out and find random guys to fuck. That is so not me. Well, it sort of is…and I hate what a stereotype I’ve become. Recently I’ve been having all this sex, but it’s not very hot or satisfying. Fleshbot and all these other sites just reinforce these stereotypes. Well, if I were to read Slashdot, I suppose I would be reinforcing geek stereotypes. I don’t know…it’s just…can we ever escape the images that advertising companies inundate us with? I feel ugly now because I’m not a gorgeous tanned Italian model. What the fuck is that?
I’m going to have to do an Antoine Roquentin:
From Nausea:
“I live alone, entirely alone. I never speak to anyone, never; I receive nothing, I give nothing… When you live alone you no longer know what it is to tell something: the plausible disappears at the same time as the fiends. You let events flow past; suddenly you see people pop up who speak and who go away, you plunge into stories without beginning or end: you make a terrible witness. But in compensation, one misses nothing, no improbability or, story too tall to be believed in cafes.” [14-5]
I should stop being frustrated by my existence and watch some damn Adult Swim.