Having already browsed his archives and downloaded his QuickTime strip teases, I am growing bored (stiff?) with GeekSlut dot org. It is a weblog of sex and fucking (there is a difference, apparently) and drugs -- things I am more likely to observe from a safe distance than partake in.

But, you see, the sex is insincere, the fucking leads to nowhere, and the drugs -- well, Geek Slut is at the ripened age where he can (unironically) warn today's tweaked-out queens of meth's crippling stronghold on the gay community, having been there and done that. Much of what he writes flies over my head (you can put K up your ass?), and believe me, I'm not losing any sleep over it.

To make matters worse, Geek Slut is dark and hulky and, indeed, geeky (one Quick Time vid shows him vamping to the camera as if the whole world is watching, though it's painfully obvious he is alone). This turns me on, and if I knew it would mean something to him, I'd invite him to spend the night.

Needless to say, it would mean nothing to him.

I chatted with Geek Slut last night over AIM, and he LOL-ed heartily when I told him my boyfriend and I are engaged in a three-month (and counting) monogamous relationship. According to Mr. Slut, I'll be reconsidering this whole monogamy thing within a year. He said that if I'm uncomfortable with the idea of my boyfriend fucking other boys, then our relationship is based entirely on sex and, subsequently, is doomed.

This, from a man who considers a serious relationship one in which he's been fucking the same guy for two weeks in a row.

Let's get this straight: I don't appreciate being told that the best I can hope for in life is a string of meaningless sexual encounters. I respect anyone's choice to have an open relationship with his boyfriend or no relationship at all, so please respect mine. It's not my fault I was born into a generation that thinks being gay is OK, that doesn't try to mask sexuality with sex, that isn't afraid to find love.

If you think this entry is a knee-jerk rant derivative of my repressed fear of sexual wanting, then think about why you're so opposed to the so-called "hetero" lifestyle I hope to live. Perhaps we're both afraid, just of different things.