I have a good excuse as to why I've not blogged for so long.

I've not really had any spare time. I mean, between juggling school, the band (more on that in a moment), work and a boyfriend, my time online has diminished greatly. But I am so fuckin' happy, it's unreal. You can't begrudge me happiness, can you?

Things with M are going... well... they're going, not really progressing a great amount. I'm still working on reassuring him that my dick won't bite him if he goes anywhere near it. We've fooled around a bit but short of his hands, I've not hand much action below the belt. But oh God, his hands... I swear to God, they are possibly the most amazing things in the world. Regardless of all of this though, I'm happy. Frustrated - we were watching a movie the other night, I was seriously contemplating just humping his leg and pretending I was trying to get comfortable - but happy. I forgot how good it feels being with someone you really care about. I'm falling for him all over again.

But enough chicklike bullshit. The band! At the Halloween party, me, M and a couple of guys got up on the stage - after booing off some scene shit - and played pretty much everything that we knew. We talked after the party and decided that we actually wanted to see what we could do with this, so we recruited Z and we've been playing together whenever I'm not playing with M. We're shit right now but I dunno, there's potential there. Who knows what we could do?

So right now, everything is going good for me. For the first time in about four years, I can honestly say I am happy.

Yay!

Happy Halloweeeeeeen!

I love this time of year. Christmas is overrated.

(No, I haven't blogged all week but I'm pretty sure you don't want me being all whiny coz I miss M.)

It's party time tonight, I'm going to the old warehouse party that I go to every year. I'm not playing there tonight - unless I'm begged, so I can just get fucked up and have a good time. M's going to be there too, his first night out with me and the girls - I'm including Z here too. I can't wait to see him again, especially when I can actually get my hands on him afterwards.

And my brother's back from college with some of his buddies, so that makes tonight even better.

Actually, M makes tonight better. Definitely M.

And you may wonder why Brandon Lee is staring at you from this entry. What better Halloween costume to potentially seduce my boyfriend that The Crow, right? Especially when it's on someone like myself who can pull it off. Again, the guys who met me in Frisco will testify to that.

I don't want to go home.

I don't want to go back to the stupid world where our relationship will be hidden away. I don't want you to go back into the closet. I don't want to have to smile and pretend everything's okay when I'm going to be dying inside at having to stay away from you.

I wish this night would never end. I wish we could get stuck here. I wish our one last kisses didn't have to be our last.

I wish I didn't love you so much.

Frolics in Frisco.

Okay, so forgive me if I'm massively goofy and overexcitable here. I'll try not to be but I've never been so fuckin' elated in all my life. But I'm going to keep you guessing and talk about EVERYTHING else first.

So, the hotel is... well a pile of shit but most hotels in the chain are. I'm allowed to say that, I work for the chain and it really is a massive pile of shit. Anyway, M and I got up to our room when we arrived here and found there was only one bed. Also known as my boss, fuckin' yaoi fangirl, assumed that I was here with a lover. whichimightbenow.

First night, it was kind of awkward. I mean, I was smaaaaashed, so I don't remember much. Just that it was kind of awkward. Or the morning was anyway, when he woke up in a death cuddle. C's experienced them, they're scary.

So yesterday we went to a LGBTQ centre for kids who don't have anywhere else to turn. It's run by some old friends of mine, who I met over the internet and who really helped me out when I was first realizing who I was. So we basically hung around for a while, I got to meet and help some of the kids. They're awesome, seriously. I mean, I'm not just saying that because I have to but some of them were so strong. Especially the trans kids, they're a-fuckin'-mazing - and they LOVE M. But how could you not? (At this point, I'd like to say hi to the people there who recognized me from this blog. Yes, that hot piece of ass you met is the M. No, you can't have him.)

Last night, we went out to get fuckin' wrecked. He was supposed to hook someone for me, I was supposed to get someone for him. And that's when things started to go wrong. I totally lost my mojo. I couldn't flirt or anything, I was just... struck dumb. There was a great guy waiting for me, but I couldn't take advantage of it. And why, I hear you ask? M. Fuckin' M totally ruining EVERYTHING again. He was flirting - for my benefit - with some guy and I just got jealous, then my stupid brain just wouldn't stop dwelling on how I wished he was doing that with me but meaning it. Then I got the idea into my head that I needed to tell him how I felt about him.

So I did.

I mean, yes, other things happened before this but I'm not going into that. There are some things you don't need to know about. But yeah, on a street in the middle of Frisco, I finally told M how I felt about him. I mean, I toned it down a little, he doesn't need to be scared off by the fact I'm kind of in love with him. I just told him that I really liked him and that I had done for some time.

And he went off to get drunk.

Yep. I propositioned a guy and he went to get drunk. And the guys from the centre can tell you that I am not the kind of person you'd have to get drunk to sleep with. I'm fuckin' hot, even if I do say so myself. Think, a young Johnny Depp with less hair mousse... well, going upwards anyway. Seriously. Anyway, now is not the time to dwell on how hot I am. I'm in the middle of a story.

So, Matt goes off to get drunk. I'm heartbroken, so I go back to the hotel to do exactly the same thing. With chicken.

Numerous beers later - I made a castle from the empty bottles - M comes back to the room, tail between his legs. He's all apologetic and cute and I forgave him instantly. I hate it when he does that. Making me all forgivingy. Anyway, we sat and we talked a little. He stupidly asked me if I thought he was hot and I just... well let's say, I nearly had to check I was still all there. I turned into a fuckin' Hugh Grant movie. I blame the booze. So after I've said all this shit about how I think he's beautiful and everything... God, I'm grinning just thinking back on it.

After I've said all this, he kisses me. I swear to God, M actually kissed me. I mean, he kind of missed the first time but it's the thought that counts. And I pushed him away. Just a little though, I just needed to be sure. I told him I couldn't let this be a joke, I'd had too many played. He insisted it wasn't and he kissed me again. And he liked it. He fuckin' liked it and... oh God, I can still barely believe it. We pretty much spent most of last night just innocently making out. I say innocently because he's still kind of clueless about what to do with me, where to touch me, whether he can let himself touch me or whatever. It was just so fuckin' perfect, better than my fantasies. And I've had a lot of those. And then, we fell asleep in each others arms.

I know, I know, I've gone all super fruity on you but I don't care! I am so fuckin' happy, you have no idea. I have been waiting for this for three years and now it's actually happening, I can't quite get over it.

I mean, I know this doesn't neccesarily mean that we'll live happily ever after and there's always the chance he'll break my heart as well but I don't care in the end. Even the tiniest amount of time with M would be good enough for me. But the way he was talking, I don't know, I think there really could be something there.

Have I ever mentioned how awesome C is?

We haven't had any time together in way too long. She's been busy with T, I've been busy with M and we've just not seen each other. But we did today, even if it was after a less than ideal incident. T's been commited to hospital with suspected anorexia. He's fine, for those of you wondering, but it's shaken my girl up.

So C and I just sat with each other, hanging out, reacquainting ourselves, watching porn, talking over everything that's been happening. I've really missed her, y'know? But the length of time we've spent apart makes me worry that we're not going to be able to stay in touch when college comes next year. I don't think I could handle losing touch with her.

Maybe I should get her knocked up before she leaves, then she'll never be able to get away from me?

...

Oh... mini-vomit. Maybe not...

I am SO confused!

So, today I told M about me, the big 'G' word being brought up in conversation for the first time. And he seemed cool with it. God, I'm so relieved. Or I was so relieved until it started to get weird and confusing.

He asked me how I knew, so I told him about the dreams, the boy, everything. Then suddenly he got all weird and frantic and made up some bullshit story about having a date. He just ran. I've texted him to ask how it went or if he's okay but I've got nothing back.

Is he like everyone else? Just some homophobe who's now disgusted with me coz he knows the truth? Or is it something else? Something more like... recognition?

Is M having doubts about himself?

Is it wrong of me to be happy about this possible occurence?

Locker Room Antics!

Which seriously, not as hot as it sounds... although there was jerking off in a cupboard watching a sexy football team showering. Okay, so it was pretty hot but that's not the point of this blog.

Anyway, back to the point. I ended up talking to M in the locker room today, while he was pretty much naked except for a towel, it's the start of most of my dreams these days. Except in my dreams, I'm just in the towel too... or we're in the showers... or... sorry, I drifted off for a moment there...

ANYWAY, we were just talking and it got sort of weird. M's been seeming a little down lately so I just offered him a shoulder to cry on, a friendly ear, a mouth to violate. But while we talked, I found myself turning into a goofy schoolgirl, all gushing and nervous and giggly. I'm NEVER like that. But the weirdest part was, M was kinda the same. I mean, not as obviously as I was, he just seemed a little more shy and nervous around me too. But not in a bad way, y'know? In more of... well, the way I was really.

What the hell am I supposed to take from this? I know what I'd like to think, I know what I want it to mean but surely that's wishful thinking. I mean, M's straight for a start, he's never given me reason to believe otherwise. And if he wasn't, why would he want someone like me? I mean, yeah, I am fuckin' hot but I'm not exactly the kind of guy people fall for.

I'm a little confused by all of this now. On the one hand, I want him to feel the same way about me so badly that it's actually a little humiliating. On the other, I don't know what I'd do with the knowledge if I found out he did.

Ugh, love is so confusing!