When life gives you lemons you make lemonade right? Wrong, you suck the sour out of them. Okay, so not the greatest mantra, but as you read in my last blog, yes keep up today will probably be lots of small blogs instead of one long one, I am impatient. I go from guy to guy, yes I haven't been honest, Riff is not the only guy I am interested in right now. On the contrary he is one of many. He just happens to be the one I like a lot. The others are just fun to play with. Yes I am a bastard, but it is not as if the rest of the boys aren't playing. I had a very revealing dream the other night. It involved a forest, stream, a race, snakes, ancestors, and other things. It was telling me, per a dream book. That I am transcending into a new area either emotionally or spiritually. I think both might be going on. Part of me is tired of this endless stream of sexual conquests, and the other is very happy with the sex. What is wrong here, I am a man, my life is made up of sexual practices. I don't feel like I am cheating on Riff, because there is nothing there to cheat on. I don't feel sorry about letting other guys on, because they should know it is a one night thing. So, I tip my glass to another day. Anita will be coming to Madrid soon, and I am very thankful for that. It will give us a time to rejuvenate until the next winter comes. Okay, so I like to write pretty things. Blah blah blah. But what of this new emotional/spiritual journey I am going on? I get glimpses of what is to come, but until then I don't know. I do feel a change, but what's new I just graduated from undergrad and am going into a completely different grad program. Of course there will be change. Oh well, I don't know. I think I am a little freaked that my mother asked about Riff. Oh well, take care kiddies I will see you after darkness sets in.

Lestat