wildcat

Yesterday was actually pretty good, I have to say, once work was over and I was out in the world again. Went to the beach with a bunch of people and there was a trip to Dairy Queen for a blizzard (Chocolate chip cookie dough) before returning to the sands. I have a slight burn on the back of my neck but it'll eventually alter to a mild tan. There was a lot of fun, and eventually Michael and I drifted off to his house for a nap.

Dinner was at Brandon's apartment, salmon steaks with rice, asparagus, and spinach. Really good. Brandon's a very good cook and an even better chef. There was even a butter knife, although nobody really used it.

Afterward we went to Kyle's, next door, to hang out and have a general get-together with people. For the most part it was a lot of fun - we skipped through the music numbers in Newsies and then watched Chicago. Some people had drinks, Brandon suckled an entire bottle of wine, and Kyle's cat Jezebel ran riot through the house; she was an insane little creature, jumping off things and falling on her face, batting objects around and darting out into the hallway. I felt a bit annoyed, though, because there was the one new straight boy there and people kept making straight jokes which were a bit offensive in this vague way. It bothered me because here was this new person who was being exposed to a lot of defensive gay boys and the whole thing seemed counterproductive to actually encouraging potential allies and it just pissed me off that it's got to be some Us versus Them thing all the time. I don't know, the rest of the night was a lot of fun and I really enjoy hanging out with Kyle, he's hilarious, but my thinking afterward was that we walk around wanting them to be considerate of our feelings but we aren't considerate of theirs? I don't know. I'm probably being too sensitive, but what if it had been Matty-B or Jake or some straight guy that I'm close to and care about? I've spent enough time being the gay boy amongst straight groups to remember how weird it can be.