Totally Gay Here, Merry Christmas

Between high school and college I got a job as a clerk for an insurance agency. The work itself was entry level, so low at the bottom of the pecking order. I couldn't believe it. I took out the trash, ran all the errands. Nothing prepared me to go to college more than that job did.

But to get to the fun part. That year opened my eyes to a whole other world. The pharmacist next door to the agency introduced me to the brave new world. He invited me to a party, piano player, fat men wearing pink short shorts, men kissing. I learned about boy toys and vacuuming his apartment's in tidy whities. I learned how to suckle his cock, grab on to the doorknob and sing for my supper. When I went to college I was ready.

In college I joined a naughty gay club, professor sponsored, parties at houses we high fences, mirrors on the ceilings. Hot tube parties. It was fun and I flunked out as a freshman. I spent the next years as the pharmacist toy boy, trips to Cabo and Roatan. Wasting my life away. At 25 I went to City College and slowly, ever so slowly I worked my way gathering credits to get into a 4 year college.

My twenties were all about experimenting, learning my limits. Eventually at 29 I got a degree in Sociology. I'm lucky, my Old Man paid for it all. Today, on Christmas day I'm secure financially with a nice condo, thanks to a g*ft from my Nana. I do work for a living, at an art auctioneer on cruise ships. I don't sail, I'm strictly an office fixture.

Merry Christmas, I' hoping for a second pair of pink pants for the New Year's party.