[everyone] Hi Torb!

Ugh.

Seriously though. Sex with 7 people in one night? Thats insane. And that was on a Tuesday. A Tuesday for f**ks sake! Ill start from the top:

I went on a road trip to New Orleans. We (me, Joey, Rafa, Jake and Michael (virtually every boy Ive had sex with in the past year (except the "straight" Rafael and more on him later))) packed the convertible and drove. Took about 30 hours of nearly nonstop driving and switching drivers of when one got tired. Driving that though wasnt so bad, except for Texas.

We HATE Texas.

Seriously.

Hate.

I mean honestly, how is it possible that five people get stopped by the police about 100 miles from each other and each gets tickets or warnings? Me, for driving a whole 8 miles over the speed limit. Thats insane! Driving over the bridge into Louisiana we all gave Texas the finger. Soo satisfying.

We left early L.A. saturday morning and arrived sunday afternoon. Got two rooms and each took a very long shower. Cause, well, 5 guys in a car for 30 hours. A convertible yes, but still. Not good. Sunday night was getting unpacked, getting familiar with our surroundings and the french quarter. And the humidity. The heat was fine but the humidity was brutal.

The rest is just a blur of drinking Hurricanes and eating great food. And lots of sex.

Sex. Lots. 7 people. One night. Ok so, at like 1230 am, I thought I was going home with one person and as we were going to his car several other people showed up. And then one person turned out to be 4 people. So it started out with me and 2 of the 4 others on the couch in the living room smoking pot. Which led to the first 3some. After that one of said 3some took me to an actual bedroom.

And after that he suggested I go see the 3rd of the 4.

And after that I was with the 4th of the 4.

Then the 4ths one-night-stand who was still there the night after. 5 is the only name I remember, Marshall.

And then it was another 3some, this time between 4 and 5. Then I was called a cab.

And after that I went to grab a bite to eat at this diner thing across from a club, where I met a cute couple who I hit it off with and who eventually became 6 and 7. That was Tuesday. And fyi, all sex was safe and cosentual, so all of you condom Nazis can hush.

So Wednesday was more partying and sex with someone else, and so was Thursday. Actually Wednesday, Rafa got really pissed at me cause I had sex with some guy on his bed. But then I pointed out that I never had to tell him, and that shut him up.

And Thursday was the night Jake introduced me to a married couple he just met, Patrick and James. Me, Jake and them got really hammered at the club and had a lot of fun. But Patrick really reminded me of myself, just older. Talked and flirted with everyone in sight. I told him about the 7 and he was like, "Ok, I have only a question about the 3somes. How did it work and how did they feel?"

I said, "Well they were all nearly the same position-wise. Someones behind me and someones in front of me. And you know it felt good." We laughed and felt each other up a bit. I got the feeling they wanted a 3some, but that never happened, not with me at least.

I later learned that Jake specifically told them before they even met me, that they could not f**K me. I laughed at that.

Oh, and I was up to 12 guys before we had to leave.

The rest of the trip was more of the same, as well as a cemetery tour and an air boat tour. Both were very cool.

Then we had to evacuate.

Like Thursday of Friday the hotel said it was closing Sunday at 11 just in case, which was fine cause we were leaving early Sunday anyway. Then we were told that it was closing Saturday at 1, so we packed up and left.

The drive back was fine except when we hit Texas. This was the problem: at the time, they didnt know where the hurricane would hit, either Houston or New Orleans. Now we were leaving New Orleans heading on the 10 West to Houston. The problem, was that if Gustav changed direction and headed for Houston, then Houston would be evacuated. They would leave Houston and head East, toward us. At 4am, theyd use contraflow and wed have to reverse direction and drive all the way back, adding a day to our coming back. Basically, we had to get past Houston by 4, or we might have had to have gone all the way back.

We hit traffic and, at one point, went 70 miles in 3 hours (that was terrible) but we got past Houston at 1 am with 3 hours to spare. The rest of the drive was fairly uneventful.

What else has happened lately?

Umm . . . I lost that recording contract.

Yeah. I decided to be all noble and stick to my beliefs and not compromise myself. What a mistake that was. But oh well. The funny thing was that it was never something I really wanted to do. See, they wanted someone whos out, proud and would make music specifically for the gay scene (ie something to dance to) The problem is while Id dance to that kind of music, I wouldnt make it, and they werent happy about that. My music was more in the vain of I Am Ghost, with a hint of Incubus. But thats done now.

Umm . . . Rafa broke my handcuffs.

Apparently what I said in my last entry was a jinx or something cause he was in them when he was with his girlfriend and she went to unlock them and the key broke, went to police station and . . . yeah. Lots of drama.

Oh, and our relationship is getting interesting. Why you ask? Cause he, a straight guy, straighter then Jake, the other straight guy I was having sex with, and I made out one night. We havent talked about it.

Ugh.

Theres more, but thats it for now. Out.