So I went to this gay boy party on a mission to get drunk, and surpassed my own expectations. I didn’t know any of the boys who lived there, which made it more embarrassing that I turned into such a train wreck, especially as I kept walking in on two of them having sex. And I also got off in a rather urgent manner with #65, who was butch and from Indonesia and I got the impression that the gay boys thought she was a bit scary. I don’t remember anything else about her. I didn’t go home with her, I crashed at the party instead, woke up still drunk the next day. They fed me paracetamol and I went straight to work. Classy.


~ by Nine on 6 January 2009.

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