Haven't posted in a few days. Been laying low. Working on my house. Fixing up the yard. Bought a new art desk to help me work easier and free up time for creativity. Hitting the gym and preparing for my next round of shoots and my upcoming trip to New Orleans for Southern Decadence.
Recent events have cause me to retreat back into my cave and roll the boulder back over the opening.
The fucking asshole stalker who keeps posting and calling me an aids infected alcoholic whore with no regards for anyone else upset me more than I cared to admit. I mean... the fucking douchebag could not be more wrong about... all of that... but it still sucks to be hit with that. And not only on my blog... on other sites. He's been stalking me on Twitter as well. So I haven't been posting anywhere. I went ahead and put "comment moderation" on this blog so sorry if your comments do not appear until I review them. It's the soulless, dickless stalker you have to blame about that. It's probably a good thing though because it might prompt me to respond more to comments on here.
It seems the more "popular" I get... which basically means, the more my photo appears on some random sex hook-up site without me getting paid for their use thanks to porn advertisers... the more venom that gets spewed my way.
In P-town I had a friend of a friend come up to me after we hung out the day before, and say...
"I always just judged you by the friends that hung around you. I'm glad I got a chance to actually hang out with you because you are a really good guy."
Awww.... flattering and nice to hear!
That night, drunk and high off his ass, he stomps over to me at a club and says...
"You will never have a boyfriend. Never."
"Because you do porn." You will never have a boyfriend because you did porn."
I explain how I'm 47 years old, it's just a part-time job, and that if a guy that I was dating didn't like the porn stuff, I would quit in a minute and get a part-time job somewhere else.
"You will never have a boyfriend" was his response.
After he repeated it about 6 more times and then said...
"Can I put my dick in your ass?"
I left the club, went back to my room, and crawled into bed. Ugh.
I'm not looking for anything from anyone. I'm always the one taking care of everyone. Why do people have to come at you with hate? It fucking sucks.
I'm keeping the boulder in front of the cave for a couple more days. I'll roll it back Thursday morning so I can get on my flight to New Orleans. Hopefully, there will not be any "friends" with messages of the hopeless doom of my boyfriend hopes and hopefully there will be no scumbag, chickenshit stalkers. Although... I kind of wish I would run into one of them... face to face. Cause I'm tired of being fucked with. I'm about ready to kick someone's fucking ass right about now.
4 months ago