Thanks to staffing woes at the Billings airport on Friday, it took an hour for the luggage to get loaded onto the plane. Add the extra time for de-icing, it completely messed with my travel day. It was supposed to be BIL-MSP-LAX where I landed in LA by 5:30. Instead it was BIL-MSP-DTW-LAX where I landed in LA at 12:15 a.m. 1/1. Fortunately Delta took care of all of the rebookings by the time I landed in Minneapolis, so there were no headaches there fortunately. I mean, I did have my feet on the ground in all the time zones in the continental US, so I guess that is something. Anyhow, let’s just say I’m tired and don’t really have the desire to think too hard about the year that was.

+ Despite not traveling internationally, I did go to: Montana twice (January and just this past week); Baton Rouge/New Orleans; Minnesota/Wisconsin/Michigan; California Central Coast; Death Valley.

– After being teased about being able to move out of state thanks to being permanently working from home, was told that a hybrid working model was desired. So after thinking about moving to Wyoming or Montana has now been killed.

+ Went on a slutty rampage. Well, slutty for me since I never was all that slutty to begin with (despite my intentions.)

+ Kept improving my finances. This all goes to the realization that I probably won’t die any time soon, so now I guess all of the adulting shit I have needed to do I must do now. As much as I loathe the system, it doesn’t look like it’s going to be dismantled any time soon. So here’s me trying to play the game.

I guess all in all it wasn’t a bad year for me.

Although I am trying to play things off as cool and detached and say that I’m merely hoping that 2022 will maybe be a better year, I am actually looking forward to this year. We’ll see what happens.

I’m acting like my time here in California is coming to an end. Even though I haven’t finalized anything, I guess it is ending even though part of me is still in denial. I’m trying to take some day trips to places around here I have yet to visit.

Looking through my camera roll, and I realized I didn’t share many pictures from my trip up the California coast. Madd and I rented a Mustang convertible spent two days in Cambria and two in Monterey.

I’m going to miss California. Actually does anyone want to marry me and buy me a house here in LA so that I don’t have to move away? Don’t worry. I put out.

I had to go into the office today to print some checks for several government agencies who for some reason don’t accept electronic payments. No, they don’t want their money right away. They’d rather wait for a check to get to them then wait for it to clear the bank. Stupidity, really.

Anyhow, this is the first time I’ve been in the office since March 12, 2020 — 594 days. It was strange to see the place empty. When they did the deep COVID cleanse last April, they had people come in to put all of our effects in boxes and getting rid of our food items in our desks (and trust me, we have some fucking hoarders.) So empty desks, boxes everywhere, unplugged monitors. It was surreal.

I’m happy the packers did a good job because I was going to bring home my personal items since I don’t see myself coming back into the office. Since I don’t think we’re going back into the office before January and that is when I will be moved over to Disney, it’s as good of a time as any. I left some items as you see in the photo. I left my old pink Christmas tree. I left my adding machine since I bought the same one for use at home. The most important thing in the box: 1.75L bottle of Bombay Sapphire gin. That shit doesn’t go bad, right?

By the way, fuck traffic. Sure I went early in the afternoon and it wasn’t the normal rush hour level, but still. Fuck traffic.

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.