MOVING...AGAIN

Tomorrow I fly from Honolulu to the Pacific Northwest where I shall spend a good week with my boy before heading off to law school.  While I plan to be a bit more diligent in my posts than I had been the last time I was getting regular sex, I must warn you, dear reader, that I may miss a day or two while I travel. 

My summer can be defined by one word: laziness.  From what I remember from ethics, Aristotle defined virtue as moderation. This comes to mind, of course, when I realize that I have been anything but moderate.   I did absolutely nothing save act like some happy yet slightly uppity fag for eight dollars an hour at the one of the highest grossing restaurants in the US.  When I wasn’t doing that I was getting wasted and high with new and old friends.  No virtue here. Now it is time to buckle down and become a good, hard working student.

As I move away from my boyfriend I worry that it will be difficult to maintain a relationship.  We have plans to meet every month but given the constant temptation around me I sure do hope that is enough.  One recent example comes from this emaciated but slightly spicy boy I hooked up with about a year ago.  He sent me an IM:

“You were a great f**k.  When you come to New York I want you f**k me again.”  Hot, right?  I must resist.

In some weird, masochistic way I am enjoying this very difficult test of my will power.  I am afraid that if I do not see the boy at least every month I may have to request an open relationship.   I just don’t want to lose the best guy in the world to my over-active libido.  

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