Boyfriend or Girlfriend

I'm quiet. Very quiet. It may be hard to believe, but ask people that know me. I am that quiet boy, that just smiles politely and you have no idea what they're thinking. However, because I am quiet, I observe, and I listen. I'm the one that everyone calls when they need to be listened to. I don't mind at all, I'm glad to do it. That's been one of the good things in my all of my boy on boy ( I say that like there was once a boy on girl) relationships. I was the listener. Bad day at work? I listened. Faggy shenanigan drama? I listened.

Now, there is somewhere where there needs to be a boundary. I'm talking about how much I want to listen to. More times than one, I've been talking to some boy, trying to listen and even care, when he began to talk about his dating troubles. How whoever he is talking to or was talking to is treating him this way or that. How he doesn't know what to do. How the boy is trife and blah blah barf spit puke. Then in most cases, within a split second, they are back to telling me to come lay in the bed with them so they can get in where it fits ( Note: It fits about as much as a baseball bat fits a key hole.) How tacky and confusing this is to me. Do you want to be my boyfriend or my keekee girlfriend? You cannot try to date me and then discuss your dates to me. That's so wack. I so don't want to hear about no other men. Please pick a position and stick to it. And yes, I know BooBooRed, Bowlegged, and maybe others that are interested in me, may not like to hear about each other while reading my blog, but it is MY blog and I would never talk about either one to the other. I'm so thoughtful right ?

Speaking of Bowlegged, I was chatting the other day online when I was asked the question: Do you think your fascination with Bowlegged's bow legs is weird since you are not a top? My assumption is that formality equals function...
First off, I have never claimed top nor bottom as I really dislike the classification, perceptions, and associations that are tagged to either one. And...Because I like the look of bow legs, that must determine what role I like in sexual activity? Silly. How about I just like a man's legs and many men that I've date have had sexy legs that were bowed. I mean really, I also like lesbian sex. What does that mean?

BTW: Doesn't tonight seem like one of those summer nights when you sleep absolutely naked with the windows open and a fan blowing directly on you?

Today's Track " Whenever Wherever Whatever" Maxwell Mtv Unplugged