A Kiss With Mr Coke

As I'm sure many gay men do, I started using Grindr, which is a gay social networking app. I've had some very interesting conversations on there. Most involve people asking for cock pics within 2 sentences, which really isn't my thing, but I have found a handful of people who are interesting to chat to, and even been on a couple of 'dates'.

I've been chatting to a bloke whose only a couple of miles away from my new flat. He seems nice enough, intelligent, politically left wing, a bit bohemian to be honest. One evening he messaged me and asked if I fancied popping over to his for a drink. Well, I'd had a couple of glasses of wine already, so was feeling sociable. One cab trip later I'm standing outside his house. Rang the bell, and the first thing that struck me when he came to the door was how short he was. Almost child like in his proportions. I was invited in but instead of the promised drink was immediately shown in to the bedroom.

Right, I'll state here that I'm not a total slag, and I dont drop my pants at the drop of a hat, but I'm also not a prude and have no problem with hooking up with random strangers.

So one thing led to another and we started kissing on the bed. After about 5 minutes I thought he may have biten my lip as they felt odd. I pulled away and wiped a finger across my lips. No blood, but odder still was the fact that I couldn't feel my lips.

"Are you on any powders?"
"Yes, cocaine."

So the little sod had been taking coke, hadn't told me and his cocaine drenched saliva had made my lips go numb. I split the scene needless to say. I'm pretty ambivilent about people using drugs, but I dont want to get involved with them myself.

If he ever makes contact again and I blog about him we'll call him Mr Coke.

A New Beginning

It's been a busy month since my last post. I have moved into a lovely 1 bedroom flat about 10 minutes walk from the house I shared with Bobbin. So I am now officially single. We appear to have dealt with the split as amicably as possible, to the extent that we shared a hug and a kiss on the day I departed. Truth be told we have exchanged more conversation, via phone and text, than we did when we lived together.

In the intervening time I have already had a short relationship with a guy I met in a pub. We'll call him Baby Demon. He's a lovely guy but he has a fair few problems, so he decided to end it after 8 weeks. That's fine though we are still 'friends' and I see him occasionally. Truth be told I'm quite hung up on him still, which to my mind is a classic rebound relationship. I'm chanting for his happiness so something will shift.

I've also started dating! Surprising how sex focused the gay dating scene is. I've only had one date where the possibility of sex was not discussed. This date, The German, is a lovely guy and we share the same taste in loud aggressive music. He's also a fantastic photographer, so I really hope to see him again.

Anyhow, now I've made a new start I hope to recommence blogging on a more regular basis.

A Weekend At Taplow Court

I'm spending the weekend at Taplow Court the headquarters of Soka Gakkai International United Kingdom. I'm attending a Buddhist training course here for the duration of the weekend.

I awoke early this morning, I always do when sleeping in unfamiliar rooms. Took advantage of this by strolling around the house and grounds. I found a lovely woodland track at the top of an embankment overlooking the River Thames. Geese were flying overhead. I feel embraced by humanity in this place. This is going to be a great weekend. I deserve it.

My Sister The April Fool

So been back at work 3 days. It's been fine. Everyone very supportive. My manager especially so, a sort of take it easy attitude.

My sister has been texting me constantly for updates. I was out with friends last night and had drunk a fair few. Impressed she was not. Worried I would piss this job up the wall. I know she's only nagging out of concern but at the end of the day it's a bit like the kettle calling the pot black. She drinks as much as I do.

Anyhow got her back this morning with this text conversation. For those not familiar with the London gay club scene, Fire is a club that stays open until well after the sun has risen.

Deep in a Hole

Been a very strange few weeks since I last posted, been in a very dark headspace. I'll blog about it one day. This is just a quick update to let you know that after 5 weeks and 6 days being signed off sick by my doctor I am today going to return to work. Getting back on the horse and hopefully I'll be facing the right way. Wish me luck, it's going to be a strange day.

All Night Lord of the Rings

Not sure about the wisdom of doing this but stayed up the whole of Saturday night watching the complete Lord of the Rings. All three extended editions, back to back. A twelve and a half hour fantasy marathon. Never sat down and watched it in it's entirety before, so an achievement of sorts.

5 On The Fifth

Another first for me. 5 On The Fifth is a photo project organised by Stephen at The State of the Nation UK. This month's theme is 'LINES'.

Bollards - Lewisham

St Johns Church - St Johns

Derelict House - Brockley

The Seagar Tower (under construction) - Deptford Broadway

Phonebox Graffiti - St Johns

Who said lines have to be straight?

Check out the other contributors at The State of the Nation UK blog.