What's new? Had a bad fight with my mother on the phone 2 days ago. Won't go into details, but I said some things, not 'things I didn't mean' ( in the words of Lisa Stansfield). but just the opposite, things I did mean, but never say, to spare her feelings. They were not taken well, even though they were pretty mild in my opinion. It just makes me realize an actual honest conversation with her is pretty well impossible. This could be the beginning of a long estrangement, which sort of seemed inevitable, anyhow.

What else? Have been bicycling up Mount Royal a lot lately: twice a week, maybe. It gets a bit easier every time, and I feel like I'm finally losing some weight. I may look like a bear, but it's not something I ever aspired to, although it does get me some action, more so than if I were just fat and blond, with no body hair. It helps being bald, chubby (5 ft 8, 200 lbs), and hairy, with Mediterranean looks.

And speaking of action, had an encounter not long ago with a Kurdish Turk I had done once before, about 5 years ago. Both times in bathhouses. Anyhow, this time I wasn't that into it, but I let him rim me. Only problem, I had had a bit of diarrhea that day. No, nothing too gross happened, but I was worried, as my bowels were feeling a bit volatile, and shitting in someone's face would be about the worst thing that could happen to someone. So, anyway, things started smelling a bit foul, but only just a bit, and he was really getting into it, tonguing my ass with fervour and enthusiasm. The smell remained subtle, but unmistakable, and I could see what seemed to be slightly brown drops on the sheet. I couldn't take it anymore, but he came, and I left, but not before catching a glimpse his literally shit-eating grin. Actually, I suspect it was a very small amount, and I couldn't be sure if the brownish tinge to his face was real, or just a trick of the light. I left quickly, not wanting to find out. But in a Seinfeldian final twist, as I was showering a few minutes later, I saw the Kurd come downstairs, and go to the sink, and very rapidly rinse off his face with a bit of soap, for maybe all of 30 seconds. Then he disappeared up to his room, and as I was drying myself off a couple of minutes later, I saw him come downstairs fully clothed, and leave. Now, there is only one shower area in this particular sauna (the 456), so I was quite revolted that he didn't even take one before leaving, especially after our less-than sterile encounter. If I ever see him again, or get to know him socially, I will not be able to get this out of my head