Overall I realized that being surrounded by hot sweaty steroid injected muscle boys with small balls off their tits on g dancing to awful head thumping music isn't my idea of fun. I'd rather be in a bar with my friends dancing to Lady Gaga and having a laugh and doing tequila shots whilst eating haribo for that added sugar rush and enjoying the energy of the non sweaty friends around me..
Ok so how do I sum up 4 days in Miami in one post & explain my depression since my return? Well here u go...
So I arrive in Miami after a flight with a very sweet uk born Jewish girl (yes i'm not sat with my friend due to political reasons I won't go into). We have a lot in common, she liked my haribo and I munched on some of her muffin as we watched slumdog millionaire...
This pic was taken outside Miami airport- I love it!
So I'm in Miami for the gay winter festival. My friend & I had bought gold passes which entitled us entry to several parties including an odd leather/fetish one that we didn't go to...
So you'll be shocked to hear that I actually behaved in Miami -yes I was a good boy. Why u may ask? Well it was a mixture of reasons-the main one being that despite there being hot bodies in Miami and pretty faces, I'm looking for much more than that...
So we started our 1st night in a bar before heading to the club night. At this bar I see the 2 hottest boys I've ever seen. They might as well have taken 2 copies of Men's Health and done something magical to bring them to life just like in that movie weird science. They smile at me & flag me to come over.so I nervously approach them and we get talking. Within minutes they tell me "you're hot, wanna join us in the toilet". My initial reaction is that I don't need to pee, "we wanna get on our knees and blow you" the bigger hot tattooed covered lad tells me.
Tempted by the offer to sit back & relax, as these 2 hot boys are on their knees blowing me, their muscular thighs deep in this piss covered floors where tons of men that night would have entered to pee, take a dump, hump or do coke, I tell them I don't want to leave my friend & take a rain cheque... Damn though they were hot...maybe I am a lesbian...
Anyway, back to the trip...
So I went to several different parties: a club on the friday night, a pool party on saturday afternoon, another club on saturday night, a beach party sunday afternoon, and an awesome party on sunday night.
Ok so where do I start?...
The Circuit Party:
Lots of rooms but as it was on the night before the pool party, it wasn't too busy as the boys were back in their hotel room eating protein and doing stomach crunches whilst deciding which vest to wear (which will come off in 30 seconds anyway!). Good music but I was a little sleepy after landing.
The pool party:
How do I sum this up? Ok lots of muscle boys in speedos off their tits. So everyone's dancing around the pool- i'm a little confused why no-one would actually get in the pool though- a bit disappointing really...I was the only one drinking in the club. I'm approached by a group of 3 boys who I met in New York. They're friendly and live in New York, oh and hot (but they know it). After meeting them I was warned by my friend's friend who lives in NY also to stay away from 'the plastics'. Apparently they're fake and bad news...do they read this blog? Probably! But it all seemed a little bitchy to me so I ignored the 'warning'...
The Saturday night party (which I can't remember)...ok I actually don't remember this party so it can't have been that good!
The Beach party:
Ok this was brilliant. I was given a VIP pass on arrival as the boys loved the british accent and had free access to booze. As the only drinker there no doubt, I was drunk within minutes and dancing on the podium. There were other hot dancers on there so we took turns... =)
Mansion with Offer Nissim:
Ok this was my favourite evening party. I'm not a big fan of house music but for the first time I heard Offer Nissim and fell in love with his/her music. Absolutely awesome.
The next pic highlights the hot sweaty disgustingly perfect sweat (because of G) overload dripping off some of these steroided bodies..
ok so overall I had some fun, but when I was out there despite being with crowds I felt lonely. It's the same when i'm in London, I have great family and friends but without having that special someone to cuddle me at night and keep me warm, eat my tomatoes when I don't want them in a restaurant, or feed me haribo as we're cuddled up to a movie...without that special someone, i've nothing. So my mission is to find it and fix ME! I won't ask you how as surely only I can work this one out...
The real question is - can you spot me in the pictures? Yes i'm in 2 of the above pics- but where am I? answers on a postcard please!
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8 comments:
Great story, worth the wait, but missed you
Glad you're back. I missed the stories.
All I have to say about your depression and your desire for "Mr. Right" is that you're looking for love, acceptance, and appreciation in all the wrong places. You're a good guy, obviously, and you have a lot going for you, but you seem (and this is just my impression from reading your blog and very limited correspondence with you outside the blog) to be searching for the body and hoping it has the heart and soul. Try doing it the other way around. Find the right guy, and then either learn to love the body he has or maybe you'll get lucky and he'll have it all. Looks are fleeting, but what you want is potentially eternal, so look past the mundane and the plastic. You know this, but you haven't quite got the hang of it yet. You admit you'd rather be in bed, cuddling and watching a movie than at a club with a bunch of guys on drugs, who albeit are hot, don't have half a brain between them, and are completely devoid of love and compassion for others.
Alright, so I'm off my soap box, but seriously, if you ever just wanna chat, I'm always good for listening and giving unsolicited advice.
I hope you find what you're looking for. You're not the only one looking for a partner and not just the next trick; promise.
Andrew
Easy! Blue swim shorts...OK so the other isn't so easy...is it the hand, in the butt picture??
I know how you feel about being lonely despite having a good time. I don't know part of me thinks we are never happy, then part of me thinks we just aren't happy with things that people think we should be happy with. Hmmm. I dunno.
Let's go for dinner when I get back from travelling and we can discuss ;) Hmmm...OK that came across a bit forward and perverted. But I was serious!
i think maybe you need to remove the tattoo across your forehead saying DESPERATE.
The thing about cliches it that they tend to be true. How can you possibly expect anyone else to fall in love with you when you clearly dont really like yourself so much?
I endorse Andrew's wise words (despite his young years, sorry that sounds condescending!). It is very possible to live a fulfilling and loving gay relationship with good sex so don't give up, just avoid narcissistic superficiality.
You've got a British accent???
This sounds like a cliche but it is 100% true.
I went through bad relationships, but it was only when I stopped thinking about looking for a boyfriend and I learnt to totally love myself that I met my current boyfriend of the past 5 years.
It's not anything I can give you step by step advice on because we're all different and I surprised myself by only learning I was at that point after I got there.
All the best.
I hope you're the guy in the blue shorts in the pic on its side because he's the hottest of them all.
where are you??come back!!
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