Oh, that's why!!!

Work. Ride bike to gym. Workout. Ride bike downtown. Meet friend for Happy Hour drinks. Roommate picks me up and brings me home.

Notice something missing? Oh yeah, dinner! Perhaps that's why only a couple of drinks made weeble and wobble.

I've become a surrogate

Tonight, I was asked to become a surrogate. "But Cary," you might say, "you're not able to carry a baby!" Well, I was not asked to become that kind of surrogate.

My straight boyfriend asked me to read a straight sex letter sent to him by his lover cuz he couldn't read her handwriting.

Me, I like the sexy-thing. You?

It should, by now, be abundantly clear that I'm a pretty open-minded guy when it comes to sex. "Whatever juices your pickle" is pretty much my mentality. Do what you wanna do, but be informed about it. Which is one of the reasons I love Sue Johanson so much.

Well, with Sue leaving the tv airwaves (she's focusing on her Canada-based radio call-in show) there is now a gap in the availability of sex-information that needs to be filled. The need for frank, to the point, truthful information about our bodies, sex, and our sexual interactions with others is paramount. Ignorance is not bliss in this matter. Its dangerous and deadly.

There is a group in the midwest that is doing their part to chip in. Yes, the midwest. The red states. The flyover states. The states where it's not appropriate to talk about such things. Well, they're talking about it . In a funny, engaging, and open manner. In the midwest. Which means their job is doubly hard.

And they need help. They're raising funds to keep going. Stop by and see what you think. And contribute if you can.

I like the countdown...

17 days. Brit Boy arrives back in Austin in 17 days. Excitement doesn't begin to describe my emotions right now. However, this wasn't always the right descriptor.

Some off y'all aren't aware of this, but when Brit Boy arrives here August 17, it's not just a visit. He's moving in. He's moving from London to Austin to give this thing a go. Excited? Yes, very. Scared? You better believe it.

As recently as two weeks ago I wasn't sure that this was something I could do. It was the usual "what-ifs" filling my head. "What if the connection is no longer there?" "What if we can't stand living together?" "What if he gets annoyed with my cute little waking-up noises?" (Yes, I make little whining noises as I wake up. Someone once referred to them as pterodactyl cries.)

Needless to say, those concerns are pretty much gone. We've spent a good deal of time living together already (before he went on his round-the-world journey), we've traveled together (domestically and internationally), and we really have this great skill called communicating. We seem to do that rather well. Go figure.

Anyway, 17 days. 17 DAYS!!!! (thanks be given to Shiva, cuz lord knows I need to get laid)