The Wandering Nomad of Love & Sex - wondaboysays

As I sit here doing my homework assignment, I routinely dart my eyes back and forth between my homework assignment and the iMessages app to see the red bubble go up an additional number to see if the text will be from a man I don't even know like that. It's a very discouraging feeling to hate being whipped because to be freshly in love is a beautiful thing. Alas, that hate is prominent in me right now because I can't stop thinking about him and we've only hung out once. Being what I could only assume to be this "obsessed".... is normally condemned by society. I'll prepare my own crucifixion thank you very much.

This won't be the last time I talk about this, but finding love as a black gay man in one of the most sexually fluid cities in America is one of the greatest jokes ever told. I wanna be clear that it's certainly easy to find lustful experiences here in LA, but when it comes to romance it feels like it is something so revered that it's no longer fun. People are either looking for "the one" or no one at all but fresh meat. Too straightforward or too aimless. Truthfully, I myself lean to the life of a wandering nomad of love and sex, going where the wind takes me :3 Also, I decided that love isn't the only area of my life that needs attention. I know that in the moment of writing this, I'm not fully ready to be in any committed relationship and that's okay. Because one day soon I will be. And if you're the man I'm talking about in the previous paragraph, HIT ME UPPPPP!

Peace & Love

Stoney <3

P.S. - Pride Month may be over, but queer liberation is a fight that will never cease to exist. Happy Pride always and forever babies!!

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