So it's Jan. 1, 2010. Had an uneventful day, got up late after going out last night to G.I. Joe, a local sauna. They had the usual New Year's buffet, so I ate a lot of olives and broccoli, but my libido was not exactly in high gear. Walked around, observed a lot, including a fair bit of barebacking, which is ubiquitous in Montreal, it seems. Also more than the usual amount of fisting. Could this be a trend? If so, it's one I won't be able to participate in, having never even been successfully fucked, although I did manage a carrot once over a decade ago. Didn't have much action, overall Blew a tall, chubby guy about my age, with a big, juicy cock, who seemed to be on meth. Blew a few other guys, albeit briefly, including a thin young black guy who was clearly also on something, but probably not meth. He was getting sucked off by all and sundry, hopping from glory hole to glory hole. When I blew him, I tasted a faint bit of shit on his cock, so I hope I don't come down with etwas in the next day or two. Anyhow, got home and in bed after 7 am.
New Year's itself was uneventful. Friends away in the country for the most part. Quebecers are obsessed with the country. It's a weird nostalgia thing, I think, a longing for a simpler Eden with less consumerism and more of a sense of community. So I was at home on the phone when the hour struck.
Sitting in Cafe Depot, and they are playing cheesy dance pop, which I love. Don't recognize most of it, but heard a cover of 'Fame'.
Happy New Year to my legion of followers.
