Of the two girls I could have gone out with, one I regret because it would have been been a interesting emotional roller coaster until she broke up with me, but wouldn't have been life altering. The other, thank god I didn't, because that could have been life altering in a bad way.

I consider myself lucky. I had one serious relationship in high school, one in college, then my first marriage and now, Jason. In between, however, lots of Teh Sex with various friends, workmates and other lucky LUCKY fellows.

I try not to whine about relationship~ma, since whatever state I'm currently in is entirely by my choice.

Just sometimes I switch from being "alone" to being "lonely", then I revert to 13 and my friends roll their eyes and hug me and say, "This again?"

I'm a goth. I'm the only gay goth (who isn't also a drag queen) in the city. Narrows the options; I have zero interest in the culture than 99% of the guys in Seattle are interested in, and they have zero interest in mine (gaming, computers, literature, INTELLIGENCE). I tried compromise for 5 years with Alfredo, and finally the lie just fell apart.

Bah. BAH. I'm already tired of my whinging.

I thought there was at least one other gay goth in Seattle who wasn't a drag queen*, but the intelligence requirement would knock him out of the running, even if he was your type, which he's not.

So.

* Oblig. "Not that I've been out to anything Gothically Social Not Involving Jilli Since 2004." disclaimer with side disclaimer of of "And before that, it seemed to largely be Oh, Look, Jason's Roped Paul Into Filming a Movie Again, and Jason's Parties Haven't CHANGED Much Since College, Have They?"

I thought there was at least one other gay goth in Seattle who wasn't a drag queen*, but the intelligence requirement would knock him out of the running, even if he was your type, which he's not.

It's possible - but either they're so flimsy they don't register as "goths" to me so much as "dark-clad chiffon scarves in the wrong club - try upstairs in the disco, dear" twinks...or they just don't go to Club V.

There's always Felix, but he's already given me the down-his-nose-stare brushoff. Takes nice photos, and I'll just stick with photos, please - no touching, I might get some on me.

(meeee-ow!)

"dark-clad chiffon scarves in the wrong club

snerk

Wow, SH, I would have thought Seattle was the best place to find lots of smart gay goth guys, drag or not. That sucks. Maybe you should try New York?

It's only been a week and I'm already so sick of painfully slow satellite based internet connection that I could cry.

I'm sitting here right now waiting for all my mailboxes to sync so that I know I have everything offline when I turn off the connection. This is one of the single biggest drags about working on ships.

Also: Good luck with the geeky dance girl, omnis!

This is one of the single biggest drags about working on ships.

Even worse than pirates?

eta: Or scurvy? Rum, sodomy and the lash?