Two-night Staycation 10km Away From Home

I'm actually quite bullshit in meeting my promises. Most of the time, it will turn out to be empty ones (maybe that's indication on why I can't get myself a man?)

So, here I am with a two night staycation in a colonial themed hotel just 10km away from home. While it is not that far away, it still feels like a holiday. God, how long has it been since I last got a holiday? (probably never?)

Anyway, at least now I am home away from home and found time to start writing on this space again. By the way Merry Christmas my fags and hags reading this! Anyone wants a hot Santa? I do!

Alone in a hotel with no bars held against me and I'm writing a blog post. How lifeless can I be? Truth be told, I am waiting to see if my date will turn up tonight. We arranged to meet today since two months back, but I couldn't help but shake the feeling that he would not show.

So I found this guy on Grindr (how romantic) about six months back, right before he flew back to Macau. No, he's not a Macanese. He just works there. He's a local Malaysian Chinese man in his late 30s who happen to be back in town for a holiday.

That's how I met him online and also why I am meeting him now (he's back for Christmas).

So this guy (Let's call him Niko? Don't ask why) met up for a quick chat at my place yesterday. It was an impromptu thing since he lived near my place. Not what you are imagining (yes, I know you perverted minds). Nothing happened yet. Well, there was the quick make out session and groping but nothing went further because he had to leave to meet his family.

Anyway, this morning I got a text from him saying that he is 'sick'. First alarm rang. Normally someone who suddenly text you in the morning and says he is 'sick' on the day you are supposed to meet, that means he is probably trying to find an excuse to cancel.

Trust me: it's the oldest trick in the book. I personally used it a few times (karma?). Well, to be fair, the guys I bailed on were those who does not match how they look like or sound like via chat. Complete opposites that turned me off. If there's one thing I hate, it is those who fake a personality and how they look like to trap fools like me. Hah! Fat chance!

But I can say that I never lie about my own stats and looks. I never promise you a hot, six packed, chiseled face model looking man. I am just myself. No filter. No deception.

So here I am. Waiting to see if Niko will turn up or will he bail. Maybe he was really sick. Here's to wishful thinking that I am wrong and he is sick.

Anyhow, with an empty hotel room with a doorless bath. I was hoping to get a little down and dirty. Okay. Not a little, a lot!

So that's my weekend. How's everyone else? Doing great post Christmas? Anyone got a hot lay? Manage to hung any wreaths to your backdoor?

Were you a good reindeer and let Santa ride you all night long? (vice versa)

Do share with me as I am bored out of my mind now. (Listening to Korean music is just plain depressing)


Love you fags and hags out there. Have a jolly holiday!
Yours Queerly xoxo

The Art of Texting VS Talking

There's something quite interesting that I realised recently and I have to ask every gay men out there.

Hell, I want to ask even the straights: Why is that when we text someone, we can flirt like there's no tomorrow but when we call, we are so god damn polite to the other person - well, most of the time.

Take Grindr for example, after the routine "how are yous?" and "where are you from", things always turns to the perverted side. Things turn from normal texting into sexting. Every thing you said is a sexual innuendo. From asking are you hard at work, which normally means "is work tough today?" or "are you working yourself to the ground: but turns into "are you literally hard at work".

Things always become hard when we sext. Sexting is the new phone sex.

So I had this guy that I was talking to. He has the rightest kind of body with a perfect face. Like those of models but not like plastic Barbie's Ken doll. The first few sessions of texting was perfectly normal. Asking all sort of normal stuff from work to food and travel. Slowly it turns into sexting.

When asked at night, "what are you doing", it is always get back the same answer. An answer along the lines of "I am lying in bed naked and chatting with you on Grindr. PS: I am fucking horny too."
That makes all the sexting and teasing start. All about massages, "coming" over to my place or how nice the sheets feel on your skin as you talk to me and how eating a meal becomes swallowing.

That's all fun and games. Don't get me wrong. I love sexting. Heck I sext all cute guys. I even intentionally make sexual innuendos.

Then comes the time of the phone call. That one night when you are sexting for a while and he ask to call or you did. You engage on the call but when it goes through, everything becomes all nice and pleasant. Conversation goes back to the basics like food, travel or what you have been doing.

Why is it that when we already past all the pleasantries before in texting, we revert back to ground zero when the call comes.

I admit I am like that too. Maybe it's because there is no emotion sensed when texting. You can say whatever you want and everything will sound sexy but when you call and say it aloud, everything seems so fucking stupid or less sexy than you thought it would be.

Phone sex has become almost non-existent!

To be honest I love calling and talking to a guy more than texting but not everyone prefers the call, now that Grindr is the app of the century for the gays out there. Hence sexting is my calling now.

So what do you do? Do you have the same problem or are you the perfect slut that can call without reverting back to pleasantries? (And slut is a compliment here)

So what do you think? Maybe some of you out there has the answer to this fucking weird question.


Love you fags and hags out there. Have a jolly holiday!
Yours Queerly xoxo