The Sex Strike Is Over

So we knew it couldn't last forever. After having gone over two months without sex (the longest I've gone in over seven years!), I couldn't help myself from the studs of southern Florida. What can I say? I'm a sucker for those young surfers and college preps. Not only that, but it was worth the wait because it was hands down the best sex I've ever had in my entire life. It may have been the longest too! We kept at it for like 3 1/2 hours. Stone cold sober at that! We were both a little disappointed that we don't live closer. This actually happened at another point on the trip as well. I finally find genuinely nice guys who are great fucks and want to date me, and they live in the town I ran from! Go figure.

Overall, I was really happy with the trip. My mother and I got a lot of time to hang out and just talk about where we both are in our lives, where we're headed, how we think we wound up here in the first place. I also paid a visit to my ex-stepfather. We don't have much in common -- only interest we ever really shared was my mother -- but he always manages to make me laugh and to remind me of better memories in our past.

I didn't get any sleep last night because I had to be up at 3 am anyway to head to Tampa airport. An hour and a half to Charlotte, an hour layover and then 6 hours to San Francisco. I slept for a couple of hours here in the hotel room and am now getting ready to head out to the offical GayVN Awards pre-party tonight at The End Up.

Did I ever tell you I really don't like San Francisco? It's just not my kind of town. And besides, I can't wait to get home.