Well, it's difficult putting what I want in here without making myself out to be a complete spanner, but I'll try nonetheless...
I'm a Scouse gayist living in the capital of Wales. I have my very own buff-boy who I spend as much time with as I can, but when I can't I'm usually found staring into the bottom of a glass of G&T. In those brief moments of sobriety I haul my weary ass down to the gym for a load of huffing and puffing.
When I'm not perving at men in vests (it's allowed!) I'm usually found sneering and shouting caustic remarks at the local gays frantically pressing refresh on MySpace in the hope that some adonis somewhere has taken a shine to my Bond-u-like photo, and has sent me a message. *presses refresh*
Bastards.
Anyway, I'm not particularly queeny or camp, although I do have a tendency to do a funny arm waving thing when laughing hysterically. Oh, and I cry at weepy films. Actually, I cry at all films. Try explaining that when you're streaming with tears while watching porn. Other than that, I'm massively butch, and strut around the streets of Cardiff oozing masculinity and prowess. Maybe. Or am I just chuffed that some bint in one of the clubs thought I was straight?
I like both nights out on the razz, and a night in with a bottle (or 3) of wine, and a decent film. Or, on second thoughts, maybe not the film. *Does funny arm waving thing*
As for nights out on the razz, I've developed a worrying habit of waking up the next day to find pictures of myself taken with random women on my phone (see the second and third pages of pics). All very friendly and platonic, but really, who are these people? And why do I never remember them? Oh yes, because I'm absolutely bolloxed, that's why.
Summary: Articulate. Intelligent. Weird. Opinionated. Scouse. Drunk.
Life's Pleasures: Waking up and realising that you don't have to get up. Dancing. Knowing that someone loves you unconditionally. Eye contact. White teeth. Wit. Afro Ninja . 7:30pm. People who are nice to strangers. Overly emotional drunken ramblings. The sound of rain against the window. Lillies. Funny Personals . Good company. Bank holidays. That blast of heat you get when stepping off a plane in a hot country. Wine. People who fall over and a shoe comes off (especially if the shoe then gets run over by a bus). Practical jokes . Sunshine. People that are easily scared . The beginning bars of a fantastic song in a nightlcub. Crying to films when hungover and alone. Fainting goats . The boyf.
I can do without: Wobbly paving stones that squirt water up your leg. Nissan Micras. Mullets. People who wear sunglasses in nightclubs. Adverts that are ten times louder than the programme you're watching, or that show kids having a shit. Txt spk. R&B music that has no tune, and simply consists of some woman shaking her arse at the camera. That feeling that you've forgotten something important. Helpdesks. Anything written by Dan Brown. Anyone who says "off of" or "do do". People who berate their size while eating . Mariah Carey. Emoticons. There/they're/their confusion. Crying at non-upsetting films in front of your laddish mates. Housework. Crane flies . People calling crane flies "Daddy Long Legs" . Getting spots at the age of 31. Robbie Williams. Emo Idiots . Two Pints of Lager and a Packet of Crisps. Patronising insurance adverts trying not to be patronising - "they speak to you like an adult!" Louis Walsh. Football players.
Babble babble babble.
