Independence Day

I got wasted and went looking for trouble. That said, not much happened. At least not that I can remember. I ended up at Stonewalls. We kissed at the bar, then I sat on top of him in an upstairs booth filled with fake snow, deflated pink balloons and empty drug baggies.

He had prickly stubble that I made wet with my saliva. His lips were soft. His mouth tasted like whiskey.

He chuckled about how hard he was. I remember the insistence of his hands on my back as he told me he hadn’t thought it was possible with a woman.

Hearing this in turn got me hot, but I remember everything stopped early, like maybe someone had intervened or I suddenly freaked out or something. But we both had our pants all the way on, this much I remember.

I think we smoked some weed in the boiler room later on. There were other people there but their faces were blurs, like in a dream or a dream sequence in a movie.




dirtylittlehomos

this chick was in my dream. she poured me a coca-cola.