Hi! Do you remember blogs? Well, this used to be one. Now it just serves as an archive for my multiple Twitter accounts.
Interesting boys aren’t found in chatrooms, that’s for sure. They probably don’t hang out in the kind of public parks where you find gay men, that’s for sure too. And I don’t think they spend too much time on dancefloors either, although they might go there occasionally, but not too often, and no matter what I’m not going. So. Where does one meet an interesting boy?
Well… that’s assuming there is such a thing. And that’s probably delusional. But I feel like deluding myself these days. I even feel like waiting for a miracle to happen, because that’s the only thing that can save me from the state I’ve been in since my movie was rejected by its two potential leading actors. Oh, right, I forgot that. In order to meet interesting people, I must first get the world to recognize my own interesting-peopleness. Chicken and egg.