Date: Fri, 28 Apr 2017 15:57:20 +0200
From: Charley Reed <alongweekend@gmail.com>
Subject: Reed 'em and . Weep - 28 March 2008

Friday 28 March 2008

Song of the Day: Beirut Flying Club – Nantes. This is a strange but
haunting track I heard on campus radio today. "A nice idea, but far too
much accordion to be taken seriously," I thought airily at first, but turns
out I was simply a.) being a smug and pretentious twat, and b.) wrong.

I'm seeing Ian again for the 3rd time this week at lunch today, before the
prac this afternoon. Apparently, he says, the bulk of problem is not my
back, but in fact is my neck, although I've been compensating for it a bit
and as a result I have a lower back strain where my back and arse join –
crack-strain, if you like, which is what Paolo now calls it. Okay, not
quite, but Ian did spend some time working the muscle layers around there
in an almost-exactly-but-not-quite bum massage. I like to think of it as
foreplay, but my already shitty gaydar picks up sweet F.A. from Ian.

I can tell from the VPL (that's visible pants line, not visible penis line)
I can see when he moves that Ian has not joined the boxers/boxerbriefs
revolution and is still wearing old-school briefs, like we all did sorta 5
years ago and people still had to dodge dinosaurs on their way to school in
the mornings. Some of the guys in Phys Ed back at high school in the last
two to three years firmly maintained anyone wearing briefs was gay, even
though this is the most ridiculous stat to ever have never been proved. Of
course, in high school, boys are largely a bunch of fucking retards whose
development is more arrested when they herd than it is when they are found
singly, but that's neither here nor there. My old PE class thus would
simply say QED if Ian's undies were mentioned; although given their
collective double-digit IQ I doubt they would ever actually say "QED."
Still, I'll admit to having seen a lot of briefs in gay porn, but I`ve seen
a hell of a lot of boxers and boxerbriefs in it as well.

Speaking of which, we had two new guys joining the kick-around whom after
meeting I've privately dubbed The Gay Porn Twins – Cameron and Zachary,
both kinda cute, kinda buff, uber-twinky, blonde and completely
interchangeable, and with completely pornesque names to boot. It's so
perfect I couldn't even make this shit up. They aren't actual twins, but
soon as I saw them that was the first thought to spring to mind –
perhaps I should get them drunk and find a video camera and make us all
some money. I'm pretty sure from the look on Colin's face that he was
thinking along the same lines. I wonder where I can find two cheap pairs of
crisp, white Calvin Klein briefs for them to wear in it.

Rereading the last few entries I've made, I appear to have something of an
underwear fetish. Typing this into Google images reveals exactly how much
of a fetish this can become; note to self: googling anything coupled with
"fetish" is not for the faint-hearted. I've always thought fetishes
shouldn't involve health risks; I'd like to point out that mine is clean
and wholesome and doesn't involve any physical interaction with other
people's used unmentionables AT ALL. I may have an underwear fetish, but
it's not the fucking weirdo kind, yeah?

-C