Night life, night longings, past and present

Its nice to have one's fantasies visualized. This is a flick about two roommates, one straight, ther other gay, who challenge each other to sleep with "the other".

This film made me smile and remember. Almost a year has past since that night. He's still my best friend. But now he's also my roommate. After coming back from the club, we ended up having a conversation, first about asian cinema and then - of all things - euthenanasia. Cheery subject. Ironically, things have gotten better now that we live together and he is no longer the object of my unrequited desire.

Maybe it was watching this flick which made me go out tonight, looking for a strip club. While re-reading my "Becoming an Escort" entry (for some reason its my most popular non-porn blog entry, going by the number of hits it gets) I'd come across Remmingtons'. I recognized one of the dancers on the site as a porn star. I wasn't expecting too much.

I admit, some of the guys turned me on. One of the cute college dudes who strutted across the strobe-lit dance stage caught my attention. He didn't have the six-pack of the others, but he made up for it with his dance moves. Two hulking guys asked if I wanted to go private, but I wasn't ready and I didn't have time - had to catch the TTC before it closed for the night. One black guy, naked except for a thin pair of black and purple shorts got chatty:

"So, what do you like to do for fun?" he asked.
"For fun?" I echoed.
"Yeah. Do you like sports, television, music, what do you like to do?"
"Watch porn." I replied, only half joking.
"Corn?"
"No. Porn."
"What?"
"Nevermind."

Every nights out has always ended more or less the same way. Waiting for my train at College Station, I saw two guys get into the opposite cars. The doors closed, and I ran up to the car to get a better look. Through the glass doors I saw them embrace. And then they passed me by, leaving me behind.

Ah, well.