Me and Scruffy: From best friends to bed buddies (Part 1)

The wheels started turning on the day that I came out to him. It was one of the funniest experiences I've ever had.

Who was he? He is Scruffy, one of my two best friends and housemates in Melbourne.

There was also Chef, the straight guy who was studying culinary, but that's not important.

So back to the story, Scruffy and I were very close. We had a lot in common and we would always turn to each other for advice and guidance in every single thing.

It was all very brotherly and innocent until I fell for him. It was about that time that I decided to come out to him.

Funniest thing was when I did, he also confessed that he had done some experiment for the past few months, exploring the possibility with men.

Both of us was afraid of what the other might think.  We had a long chat about all our experiences and how it felt. It was liberating.

After the long heart to heart session, things were back to normal or so I hoped.

I realised there were occasional flirting and traction going on between the two of us, but nothing came to fruition because I think that both of us didn't want things to change.

Then came that night when me, Chef and Scruffy decided to have a few drinks (I only had a few sips because I am horrible with alcohol) at home.

We were in Scruffy's room, All three of us were on his bed drinking and talking about absolutely nothing. We do that very often – random topics that have no point whatsoever.

Before we know it, we all passed out on his bed but after a while, Chef felt awkward and stumbled back to his room.

I really did fall asleep and only realised that Chef was gone at about 3 in the morning. By then I was too tired to go back to mine and I liked sleeping next to Scruffy.

Scruffy was rather drunk that night. So, I did not think that anything would happened. Sometime through the night, I didn't know what happened but I found myself in a position where he was spooning me.

He was grinding my back, which woke me up, but I thought he was just having a horny ass dream, but then, I heard some very heavy breathing and he started nibbling my ear.

I shifted and then he stopped. When I turned over, he was wide awake and staring at me. He was blushing.

My heart was racing and I didn't know what to do. We continued to stare at one another for what felt like an eternity.

His hands reaches to caress my face and then he pulled me closer. We were breathing quite heavily and then it happened.

We kissed....

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Let's end it here for now. I apologise for stopping so abruptly but I feel that this post is going on for too long!

So, let's continue another time and I promise that it will be soon!

Love you fags and hags out there. Have a good weekend.
Yours Queerly xoxo

PS: Is it just me or has this somehow transformed into a gay erotic story?

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

Where Are My Gaybies?

Just the other day, I was talking to my fag hag #2, whom from now on will be called Roozilla. We were talking about my second cousins (my cousin’s kids). MY cousin has two kids now – a boy and a girl.

While the boy is a spoilt brat, the girl is plain adorable. I love that little pink bundle of joy so much!

Then came the topic of having our own. Oh, how I wish I would have my little gayby soon. 

Well before that, I’ll have to hunt down the father first. My first choice is, of course, MATT BOMER!

Dear Matt Bomer, can you be my baby's daddy?

I’ve always had the dream of starting my own family and have kids of my own. I am like the typical girl who thinks about how many kids I want and their ideal names.

If it is a boy, he shall be named Callum, Caleb, Lukas or Aleksandr. 

As for a girl, the princess shall be named Alessandra, Olivia, Cara or Anna (French and not English - pronounced as Ah-Na).

Yeah, I am crazy like that. Ideally, I want two boys and a girl. The eldest should be the boy followed by a middle sister and youngest boy. That way there would be competition with the boys and middle child syndrome can be avoided since she is the only girl in the family.

I want a family like his!

Then comes the question, “How am I getting my hands on the bundle of joy?”. As far as I know there are a few options:

• Surrogacy with a stranger - That is the most popular option to us now - many thanks to the shows like New Normal. (Oh how I wish my husband to be would be as hot as David played by Justin Bartha!)
  
  But the key here is finding a good EGG and a good surrogate for my baby. And who's seed shall we use? Mine or hubby-to-be's? Shall we mix in a cup and hope for the best or take turns. The first is mine and second will be his vice versa.
  
• Adoption - Another obvious choice thanks to celebrities like Madonna and Angelina Jolie. It is the common option since both of us can be pregnant. this way we can help some poor kid left behind by their parents. A great philanthropic effort but alas, one would always want their own flesh and blood.
  
• Find a lesbian friend - Similar to surrogacy but  we collaborate with the lesbian friend we know and get her pregnant. The hard part is will we be the parents or share custody with the lesbian? And worse, who's gonna be the one doing the lesbian? Me or hubby-to-be? Or we inject with a syringe?

This is the few options I can think of (for now). I think I'd prefer option 1 (Surrogacy with a stranger). This way, we can avoid the question of custody as everything is pretty much a transaction. It's like baking but the oven have no rights to the cupcake. We as the customers have the full right to it.

I know it sounds like we are buying a baby but that is the truth we have to face as gays.

So what's your take? Surrogacy, a lesbian or adopt a baby?  
And there is also financial to think about when doing surrogacy. Let's hope my future prince is a loaded one with mountains of lucrative shares and successful business. Think Wall Street men but a loving and caring partner.

While all is uncertain for now, I know one thing for sure. I would be the doting parent that would pamper the children. I will also be the stylish dad that can dress up their baby well but none of those dramatic ones like the ones your see in Modern Family. Though I am sure as hell the artsy and creative fun dad!

Hence, I need a more serious partner to be the bad guy and discipline them. 

So who wants to be my baby's daddy?

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

People Like Us - Gay blogs you need to follow

Happy Monday, my loves! Though I am sure, like me, you would rather do anything or anyone else to care about work. Hence, I am writing on my blog instead of the ten stories that I have to finish up by Wednesday. I know, FML.

On a depressing Monday like this, what better things to do than to go through your blog feeds and look for new posts by your favorite bloggers?

Here is a few of my favorite gay reads:

1. The Single Life of a Manhattan Homo - To me, this is the father of all gay blogs: a successful gay writer, Mark Brennan Rosenberg, with his most interesting and exciting life and in my city of dreams nonetheless, NEW YORK!
2. Bedtime Stories - Adventures of a gay doctor. A fantastic writer and one of the few like Mark (Manhattan Homo) who writes stories in their blogs, rather than random posts with a million grammatical errors and nonsensical sentence structures.
3. Fable Frog - I find it quite the interesting read. Even though I have only read the most recent post on his dream of gang raping - oh how dirty and fabulous!
4. Ranting of the Boy (Park in Reverse) - Again, I have only screened through a few post but I am loving this gaysian in Melbourne (my former home), like the latest post on gay relationships!
5. Strictly Gay - This blog is the gay lifestyle and culture blog to follow. Who better to go for when you need reviews on food, culture and lifestyle, than to go to a gay. From facial care, gadgets, food to film, you have it all in a gay POI - which is what we, the Gays need in Malaysia. A gay lifestyle guide.

So there you have it. Some of my regular haunts now (the links are not put in any form ranking, I love them all). I have more in my arsenal but I have only bookmarked them for now and don't have time to read through them yet. I will post them up when the time comes.

A special mention to Manhattan Homo because I love him so much that I practically dive into the archives and read every single post available. It took me a few days to read but it was all worth it.

And now my stalking continues on to Bedtime Stories, I have read up till April 2005 and I have eight more years to go!

I am such a proud stalker, but I blame it on my obsessive nature in reading nurtured by my sister.

Oh! On the side note, don't you think Kelly Clarkson's new song, "People Like Us" is actually meant for people like us. The homos and co. The LGBTIs!

Anyway, enjoy the suggested reads and I will go back to Bedtime Stories for another hour before slaving myself at work.

Love you fags and hags out there. Have a good weekend.
Yours Queerly xoxo

One-sided phone sex with a celebrity on Grindr

So I had recently talked about the art of texting and calling, and a few nights after, I actually had a phone sex session.

This was with a certain celebrity/model who visited from Taiwan - think 6 feet over, toned and with scruffy facial hair - totally hot!

He was a gentleman and we had been texting each other for a while on Grindr. It was all innocent talk at first. The sweetest ever. 

Something about western educated Asian men that makes them such sweethearts who actually cares about you and have proper conversations. Yours Queerly had a little crush on him now and so I started stalking his social media accounts and watched his Youtube videos.
When I messaged him initially on Grindr, I had no idea he was someone famous.  The profile photo taken a few years back before he toned up - he was on the skinny side in the photo.

After texting for awhile, the Model (that's his nickname) told me that he has "been in modeling here and there" around Canada and US but he is based in Taiwan now.

For a while, I thought he was one of those struggling models around L.A but on the week after, I shared his photo with my colleague, and she told me who he actually is.

Now, at first I thought he was a catfish - using some fake photo and profile but I had called him beforehand and when I match the voice with the videos I found of his interview on Youtube, it matches almost 90%.

Well, despite the suspicion, I decided to believe that he is indeed said celebrity. After all, even though it might be fake, it turns out to be a good fantasy for this queer here.

So one night when I was bored, I called him for a chat (mainly because he has such a sexy accent), and like usual, it was normal talk until he mentioned he is kind of horny lying in bed naked.

 Soon after, I hear a little moaning and with little teasing, he was breathing heavily and started muttering words like damn and fuck.

I, myself, am not a phone sex kind of guy but I went ahead and dirty talk with him as he wanked off like he's going to war. While he is going to Happy Happy land, I was just there fully clothed and not actually doing much.

He, on the other hand, was in full blown horny mood and after 20 minutes of sex talk involving how I should blow him and what he wants to do to me, he blew his wad. Towards the end,  I find phone sex not as awkward as it could be. It was interesting and I did get stirred up a little but not to a point of wanking.

So after the hot session, he said good night and according to him, "is leaving his cum on his body and only cleaning up tomorrow as he was tired".

So there we have it. My first phone sex experience.

And happy to say, after that call, I have plenty of imagination material in my head and let's just say it was a good night sleep for Yours Queerly.

Oh and he sent me a photo of post wanking of his body, which I am not sharing. He is my fantasy and not for you.

Love you fags and hags out there.
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