Gay Circle

The gay cir­cle just come on so sur­re­al to me again.

Well, it was just this after­noon that some­one sent me a mes­sage. I only remem­ber him as one of my god brother’s boy friend. The oth­er day, I saw them togeth­er in The Curve when I was with L. Well I did not rec­og­nize John’s boy friend, but his name is Vin­cent.

Now, I did not know that both of them were togeth­er, but when Vin­cent spoke about my ex boy friend, like how my ex boy friend had used me to sat­is­fy his finan­cial needs, it occurs to me who Vin­cent was.

Vin­cent is my ex boy friend’s pet broth­er. Vin­cent once came out with me before, when he is just a young kid. This was at least a few years back, when I am still being that fool­ing per­son who do not mind spend­ing some extra mon­ey on some­one. Vin­cent had want­ed me to buy him a real­ly expen­sive hand­phone, I promised him that I would, in exchange for some­thing that he could pro­vide me, sex.

I know Vin­cent as a mon­ey boy ever since my ex boy friend intro­duced him to me. The way he talk, the way he asked about things. I knew from the looks what is Vin­cent eek­ing for. The promise of what I can give wasn’t so much of a promise because I know Vin­cent would not dare to give in to me. It was more of a bench­mark on how far the boy would go.

The whole gay cir­cle just appear to me again; as much as I do not want to think about it, as much as I want to avoid it, but I just cant.

Which explains why I refuse to enter La Queen. Par­tial­ly because I used to be this high pro­file big spender kind of per­son. Peo­ple approach me because I am will­ing to part with the hard earn mon­ey for that lit­tle excite­ment. It makes oth­er peo­ple think that I need to pay in order to get sex, real­ly ?

The con­ver­sa­tion with Vin­cent wasn’t that decent. He start­ed to call me names, start­ed to harass me with words that I could not bear. Not because I had called him names of had slept with him, but more like I have slept with John. In fact, I have prove that I had.

John is a nice guy over­all, I had him in my arms cou­ple of years back, just me and him. We had our chats, we watch movies togeth­er, we just enjoy being with each oth­er.

He had asked me to give him a good love mak­ing ses­sion. It all start­ed hot and saucy. It end­ed in a very nice and sweet way, and I can still almost remem­ber how John smell like. Then, some­one else came along. John said I wasn’t the best per­son for him, being the age gap. I agreed. I moved on, so did he.

Ever after the whole Edi­son, Kelvin, Shinya episodes, I had stayed away from get­ting too close with peo­ple. Peo­ple that I sleep with tonight, might be friends of the peo­ple that I have slept with last week, or last month. Bad words trav­el faster than the good ones, but I do enjoy the words out there that says I’m a very good fuck­er.

Maybe I should just screw the whole gay cir­cle thing, and start sleep­ing around.

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2 Responses to Gay Circle

  1. Glog July 17, 2008 at 12:00 am #

    Well, let the pot call the ket­tle black…

    The gay cir­cle is filled with non sense, I sup­pose its the way things are. I don’t think it’s fair that you are called names and I do feel for your pain. Its pret­ty ugly when it comes to friend­ship in this cir­cle and I, like you ar epret­ty much of the guy who wears his heart on your sleeve but I think its time to retract it to some­where less vis­i­ble. The world con­sist of many nice peo­ple but the nas­ti­er ones are masked behind that nice, sweet face.

    Take care…

  2. Cedric Ang July 17, 2008 at 1:49 am #

    Glog: Some­what I have to agree with you. Then again, I am not always trou­bled with peo­ple call­ing me names, but yes it is fun­ny to think about the whole ‘gay cir­cle’ thing. Espe­cial­ly when you are fuck­ing some­one who has fucked some­one you fucked last week.

    The list goes on.