Preppy?

When I was younger the preppy handbook came out - which was mystifying to me. A world of Chips and Buffys was strange to a nice jewish boy growing up in the southwest. My brother being the alienated member of the family he is embraced the preppy mantra and wanted to be like his friend Craig - whose family were as WASP as they come. At some point in his teenage years I remember my brother screaming at the family because we were not more like Craig's family, but i digress ...

... today I was surfing the guys on dudesnude and found a strange profile from the Netherlands with "preppy" as part of it. Now being a loyal reader of the London Preppy Blog - it suddenly hit me how odd that is that preppy has become a style descriptor used world over. For the past 20 years I have lived in New England - and learned about a social world of prep which is all about boarding schools, ivy league colleges and sailing. The clothing is about a lifestyle. A very specific lifestyle. And even though I may be caught in clothing loosely resembling these people I hardly think that I am one of them or want to be ...

Without me

This morning my bf got up before me. Being Saturday I wanted to sleep in. When I came downstairs he let out a moan and exploded into the fleshjack he was using as he watched porn on his laptop.

Okay its cool I was sleeping.

So as the day wore on I changed the lock on his garage door. Went to Home Depot, ran by my house to pick up some tools - got distracted in a hunt for something and ended up getting back to finish the job a couple hours later. When i got there he was jacking off again to porn ...

Now all of this would not be a problem, but we haven't had full on sex with each other in a bit. Neither has made a move to initiate anything. Its like we avoid each other for sex and take care of ourselves.

What's wrong with this picture?

Lossing my Voice

I chair a committee at my Temple. For anyone out there who does any volunteer work you know how dicey working with other volunteers can be. We may come to the venture with all the best intentions, but in the end egos get in the way. As a leader I try to stay above the fray and model patience, listening and search for concensus. I am not a saint, but I don't try to petty either. If a less stable person lashes out, I generally take it in stride, take a deep breathe and let it pass.

For the last month the entire community has been plagued by a person with an ax to grind. She is obsessed with a single issue and has been repeated told that people don't agree with her. Finally she seems to be internalizing the fact that she has lost that battle but now wants to be put on the committee. To add insult to injury she keeps asking for my phone number.

I have repeatedly told her that I don't give my phone number out and she has started a campaign to require that people who chair committees to give out their phone numbers.

The strangest thing is that this women is psychologist.

On advice of other people - I have decide not to engage her or respond to any of her allegations or baiting words. The problem is doing so drives me crazy. I feel like a lost my voice.

I remember years ago when I tried to reconnect with my older brother. As we sat in a coffee shop he started to say all sorts of things about my parents. Part of my brain shut down and I didn't respond - realizing there was no way to communicate within and not wanting a fight. I lost my voice that night too.

Caught with our pants down

I generally don't blog about current events or political issues even though these issues are very much on my mind. Being a obsessive NPR listener and news junkie I can't help but look at the current gas price hike and American's feeling like their balls are in a vice and just raise my eyebrows and say:

WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING?

We are 2-5 years away from cars being released that get decent gas mileage.

Most American cities do not have any decent mass transit options.

We have delayed serious research/implementations of alternative fuels energy generation when we had the chance.

I am old enough to remember the gas crisis of the mid-70's and the fledgling attempts at conservation then - that petered out and died.

I laugh at the SUV drivers who are getting 14 mpg.

I cry at the fact on how few options there are for 30+ mpg vehicles.

Basically America got caught with its pants down and it will be at least 5-10 years of real hard times as we re-think, re-tool and fight back to a point where we can stabalize from the price of high energy. I would feel glib if it didn't affect all of us and know for a substantial amounts of my hard working fellow americans this is really going to hurt!


Oh I found this image while looking for a pants down appropriate image - its hot and positive and a turn-on - so maybe as a silver-lining we can not use our cars AC - rip off our shirts and go for it!

Active fantasy life

As some of my regular readers know - I often log on to a gay chat rooms and engage in all sorts of hot chatting - sometimes just friendly - other times play-out scenes so hot - I cum in my pants. A couple guys are regulars; the majority I have no clue whether they are the hot studs they pretend to be or are really much older, fatter and less hot. A select few I have actually seen pictures of and really do believe they are who they say.

There is one guy who goes by the nickname bijock23 - he says he is 6'5 223 black blue 7 c. I think his name is Josh and he is somewhere in the NY/NJ area. I chatted with him today and man-oh-man they keyboard sizzles when we chat. I am totally in lust with this guy - and if he is half the lover he comes across on the computer then I don't really care what he looks like. Of course I doubt we would ever meet but if we did it might be something like what I wrote in this post months back .... Night with my bud (I know I need to finish that story)

It is interesting when you connect with someone in online chat - both of you seem to hit the right buttons in some fantasy. With this guy bijock23 - it is this sexual male bonding, tender with both of trying to please each other - he has this dominant / controlling streak - which usually really turns me off - but in his case it manifests itself in pleasuring. For example in chat I will say something like "let me lick you..." or "swivel around so we can suck each other" and he will say no, its all about you and proceed describe licking me in the most torturous ways. I know in real life there is no way I could lay there and let him have his way with me - but within the confines of the fantasy it is really hot.

Strange times at Gay Japanese Bath house part 2

Please go back two posts to read my introduction (http://meshugenergay.blogspot.com/2008/04/strange-times-in-japanese-bath-house.html) I really appreciate the couple requests to finish this story - it always helps to know there is in interest in ones babbling ... basically we were in Tokyo and the local gay bath house was the most convenient place for a soak and it had the advantage of the possibility of sex. Cruising in a bath house is an iffy proposition whether it is a Japanese one or not - the Japanese part added the dimension of cultural learning curve, being an ethnic minority and not speaking the language.

I had learned that one of the steam rooms was a prime location. It was dim had two areas that guys felt they could safely fondle and not have to commit. So being horny - I stood in the larger area of the steam room in clear site of the dim light (that way the guys could clearly see I was geijan if they were interested. Like teenagers at dance - groups of guys would come and go - leaning against the tile wall - checking each other out. When I guy was interested they would usually do some covert groping before more activities proceeded. I would hang out for a bit, then walk around check out the little maze of showers outside the steam room, see if I could catch anyone's eye and head back in. Eventually this tall kid, made his move of interest, he wasn't bad looking with an average body, so I groped him back. There was a little stroking under our towels and he eventually grabbed my hand and lead out of the steam room to one of the shower cubicles. Once in the cubicle we had an awkward kiss (Japanese men are stiff kissers) and he went to his knees to suck me.

The odd thing about having sex with someone who you don't speak their language is trying to figure out limits. After a bit it was clear that he just wanted to pleasure me. Attempts I made to stroke him or suck him - were rebuffed. I think he didn't want to cum - so he could go play with others - and I have to say he had a soft and sweet mouth. In fact it was almost too soft and hot - it was delicious torture. I had to pull him off a couple times because I was getting too close and I wasn't sure he wanted me to cum in his mouth. I ended up cumming while he stroked me and even though I tried to reciprocate he wasn't interested...

Unmotivated

In the months that I have blogged I sometimes post alot and sometimes let it go for weeks. The one thing that bums me out is in all this time I have gotten one comment.

It shouldn't matter but it really would motivate me more if I know someone was reading!