How does one leave Facebook? If there was an easy way to keep in touch with friends, I could be done with Facebook in a heartbeat. But how?

A lot of my friends have kids and just don’t have the free time in their lives to independently curate their own way of keeping up with old friends. It’s what makes Facebook very effective and convenient. Not everyone has the time to keep up with emails, text messages, snail mail letters.

I’m at a loss. I guess if anyone wants an easy way to read these blog posts, one can enter their email address at the very bottom of the page to subscribe via email to get these posts sent one’s email inbox. Don’t worry. The emails are secure at no point am I going to sell your email addresses. I mean after having an online presence for over 20 years, do you really think I’m going to decide now to monetize this thing?

I guess this is what happens when we decide to become beholden to evil empires to allow us to communicate with one another. Hmph.

I was on my back, legs up, just a sweaty mess. R started sucking on my jock which by then was completely soaked through with my precum. He ripped it off and put my dick his mouth while torturing my tits. After an hour of pleasure and pain, I let go and came like a fucking volcano eruption.

I was messaging with R for a while on different apps dating back to the Pedro days. He seemed nice and perverted, just what I liked, but I wasn’t in the space to meet anyone at that time. I just wanted to be alone. Why I was on apps? I don’t know. Just to see what was out there? But I never really engaged with anyone. Maybe some flirting back and forth, but nothing would go beyond that.

Right before the pandemic we picked back up texting back and forth assured that once this stupidity was over we would meet up. Obviously that didn’t happen.

A year later after the vaccinations this spring, we started texting again and met up.

After not having done this for a while, I was a nervous wreck about going to meet R. My biggest fear is showing up and being rejected right there. Driving over to his place I had to keep telling myself that he’s seen my nudes and still wanted to hook up. But then again the fickleness of dudes…

I entered his place, and all of my apprehensions melted when we kissed. I really missed tasting a guy’s tongue. I missed the warmth of their naked skin meeting mine taking my breath away. I missed the pain of a guy’s teeth biting down on my nipples making me flinch and squeal, tears starting to well up in my eyes.

It was extraordinary that first 15 minutes as we learned each other’s bodies. Soon enough I found myself on my knees, my ass being eaten out exquisitely. Then he started fingering me, probing deep inside me. I moaned each time he met my prostate.

The intention was to fist me. Certainly after all of this time being celebate I knew that wasn’t going to happen, but it’s all about the journey. And R wasn’t going to fuck me because his cock was locked in a chastity cage — he was looking more to see me give in to the pleasure.

R got four fingers in me but couldn’t quite get his thumb in. That was okay. And that’s when he turned me over and finished me off.

I really needed that.

Yesterday I clarified that the only reason I am leaving Los Angeles is the cost of houses. I was wrong. I’m also leaving because of the fucking traffic.

I had to go down to San Pedro to see my doctor, and it took me an hour. I wanted to mainline fucking heroin while sitting through that. This is also why Baton Rouge is falling out of favor with me. I can’t stand it anymore.

My health is good by the way. Sure I’m fat, but I’m healthy. So fuck me. Oh, and I got the flu shot, so I’m just waiting for the reaction to that. My arm is already sore, so there is that.

Yesterday’s post wasn’t meant to be complaining about LA and trying to justify moving away. To the contrary, I love LA. A lot. Even with acts of violence and weird noises that awaken me at 4 am, if I wanted peace and quiet I wouldn’t have chosen to live in Downtown LA. There is only one simple reason I’m leaving here: house prices. If I could afford a house for $300k, I’d stay. But that doesn’t exist, so I need to go elsewhere to find it.

Which brings me to where I’m going to live. I still don’t know. I visited Louisiana late last month and left there ambivalent. While the houses were certainly affordable, the thought of dealing with humidity, storm damage and flooding isn’t really my cup of tea.

I started to relook at Montana, and saw that Billings is still a bit affordable and does have a bit of the beauty as Western Montana. It’s not Western Montana, of course, but there is a little bit of it to experience there. But even that housing market is starting to get ridiculous. So maybe it’s Wyoming? Wyoming is nice because there is less people, the houses are very affordable, the sales tax is low in the state and there is no state income tax. That is something to look at.

So I’m going to be headed to Billings and Wyoming come Christmas time. Let’s just hope there are no winter storms so I’m not rolling all over the interstates. I’m going to see if I can handle the winter and scope out places to live.

The plan is to pick a place soon since my lease is up on this apartment in February. I’ll rent an apartment out there for a year while house shopping seriously. So the sooner I’m not paying $2300 a month and instead paying $800 a month on shelter will help things a lot. Shit is getting real.

I don’t know if I’m ever going back into the office for work, which begs the question: why do I have to stay in LA? Make no mistake: I love LA. I love being raised in this city. I love the culture, the people, the weather, the everything. Well, maybe not the traffic. And not the cost of living which brings us to where I am right now.

While it looks like I won’t be dying any time soon, I need to start thinking about my old age, something I swore I would never become. I’ll be 65 in 23 years, and I don’t think I can pay rent when I’m that age. Also let’s face it, at my rate I will most likely be very much single. So let’s talk about buying a house.

1. It will have to be in the United States. I don’t think starting a new life in a new country is prudent now. Maybe if my dumbass had done it in my 20s, I could think about it. But not now. So as much as living in Paris or Berlin sounds nice, gotta put an X on those dreams.
2. Southern California is too expensive. As much as I’d like to stay in the area, I’m priced out. Also, there is no way I would want to live in Lancaster or Fontana. Ew.
3. Recent travels? Recently I went to Western Montana twice and really loved it, but I really am not going to purchase land and build a homestead out there. And real estate in Missoula has gotten a bit out of hand. In a couple of weeks I’m headed out to Minnesota, Wisconsin and Michigan to go traipsing around the Great Lakes. So maybe I’ll fall in love with that as well?
4. Last alternative. So there is really only one other place: Baton Rouge, LA. Yup. Back to where I lived until I was 8 years old. I know the area, and real estate is cheap. But fuck, the summers are literal hell down there.

Who knows, though? Who knows if I get to work remotely indefinitely? Lots of uncertainty, lot of thoughts.

It’s going folks.

Saturday night I went over to Tyler’s and Lauren’s who were making Cuban roasted pork, so I brought Soju and Hite Beer. I’m walking the five blocks over to their place when I realize right at Pershing Square that oh fuck, I left my mask at home. Dear fucking lord.

Sunday afternoon my cousin Gina comes over. We go over to Dolly Llama for some ice cream and waffles then Tierra Mia for some coffee. I remembered my mask, but when we get back to my place I realized that I fucking left my phone at Dolly Llama.

Getting old fucking sucks.