Ken thinks I should call my blog
Addictions, or
My midlife crisis...Or so he says. I woke up this morning in his bed, stomach grumbly and headachy. "
I think I need a coffee", I said. "No, I think I'm just empty", I added. Today, I joined Anytime Fitness. I will check-in there soon (and regularly, with muscle men), to remind you. I was a personal trainer recently, but only for 5 minutes. That's right, I quit another job. The last straw was my
roid-monster colleague explaining to me that he equated his work (as a personal
trainer) to being raped...mostly by pretty women expecting free sessions. He told me how angry it made him feel to train "faggots that come onto him". He persistently adjusted his crotch, in front of the faggot (me), as the faggot-hating story unfolded. So for now, I work occasionally in gardens. I write a blog (thanks, Yasir). I drink coffee. I pat dogs. I aspire to be a massage therapist and I am a proud, perpetual student.
Title | Rave culture : the deconstruction of masculine identities through bodies and pleasure / Paul Campbell Aitken. |
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Nathan | BF692.5 .A47 1998 | IN LIBRARY |