I am gay, God forgive me!!!

Things are going pretty well for me these past few days;

#1 just got an offer to tutor a 12-year old which comes with a small fee (finally some of my own dough to splurge on);

#2 smoking coming to a halt soon (despite watching Coco avant Chanel);

#3 I shall not depend on artificially sweetened food stuff because they spoil your kidneys (thanks mom and Reader’s Digest!!!);

#4 parents are a little easy on me lately;

#5 meeting Metro Me gave me such a confidence boost and I finally feel I relate to him again (he was a guardian angel to me back in school days and has always been a significant part on my path to self-discovery. I felt like I got my guardian angel back again.);

Although I am under one of those bad spells of a faulty 1^st line of defense of the immune system, there seems to be little to complain. Lust has taken yet another step back after I read an article in The Star by Jojo Struys about how the HIV positives in Malaysia live and cope with it. It made me take a step back and question Malaysians as a whole. Are we that under-informed??? Do we really discriminate people with AIDS??? Even children??? It moved me to tears; the mere thought of a toddler carrying such an interminable disease, one that almost certainly ends in the coffin.

My mind immediately hurried off to Cookies and Cakes and his wild sexual endeavors. I put the papers down and immediately texted him. Concern prompted me to do this but more prevalently because of the fact that I wanted my worries put to rest. I wanted to also, in a way, make him take this matter more seriously because every time he does succumb to his raging hormones he is putting himself in considerable danger. I don’t have too many best friends around to give this one up to something as simple as endocrinal secretions and subsequently two copies of single stranded RNAs enclosed in a protein capsule. Those bloody tiny bastards!!!

I must say, to my utter disgust, that I did contemplate a possible sexual favour for a senior of mine, Mr. Not There Yet. He disclosed to me months ago about going both ways and had, on many occasions, found me an interesting platter to feast on. I refused to give in previously but during a session through Yahoo messenger I had consented to make his little friend happy but without letting it get under my pants (apparently I have indeed agreed to a sensual massage session which has yet to take place). *smacks forehead* WHY OH WHY??? Anyway, I am gay and I do think I can allow myself this one time pleasure of satisfying someone else. God forgive me please!!!

*medication starts kicking in*

Zzzzzzzzzzzz……..