The tricky thing about blogging is that in order to keep it interesting, you have to keep doing it. I failed. So here we go again.

My last entry maintained that I survived gay day at Oktober fest but apparently not. Not only did I quit blogging (until now), I quit keeping up with my friends, I quit doing very well at work, I quit emailing my mother as often as I should. I quit doing a lot of things.

I think I quit doing a lot of things because I'm not having sex. Gay men don't function well in almost all areas when they are not having sex. You can ask Sinead about this. She will tell you that I am a mess these days but wouldn't be able to tell you exactly why. Mick, on the other hand could tell you exactly why. There is only one thing Mick likes more than fast cars and that's his... well, let's just say he would make a great gay man. He can be an honorary member of the tribe.

Mick and Sinead have been busy. Work. Conferences. Company. None of us have spent much time doing anything much fun lately. We are all busy trying to help John Kerry get elected. Jesus. I can't bear to think what would happen if he doesn't. I'm already a damned mess.

Joe is in Iraq, I work for the Army in Germany, a bunch of my friends work for the Army all over the damned place and Bush is crazy. It doesn't get much worse than that. Short of dumping Joe, finding a rich man in gaylandia to marry and leaving it all behind, it looks like it will be pretty grim if Bush gets another four. What the hell will we... I ... do?

In the meantime, Brad has been a pal to end all pals. He keeps me laughing in the office and is at least as horny as I am. The benefit of that, of course, is that I always have a pal to go to the sauna with. It's more fun going together. A certain law of the universe seems to stipulate that gay men in groups attract more attention (the right KIND of attention) than gay men alone. It also works for gay men out in public with their mom and dad (mine are not cock blocks) and gay men out in public with high maintenance auntie (huge cock block) or out in public with favorite auntie (not only is she NOT a cock block but she's always trying to hook me up).

I've been out to sea on a real U.S. Navy ship since the Oktoberfest demise of my GAY AMERICAN BLOG. I went to Norway and then got on the ship there. First of all, Norweigian men are beautiful. Second of all, more than half of all the sailors on board were beautiful. I had a lot of fun out at sea. All those hatches and knee knockers and bells and whistles. Then there was the bridge and the CIC and the goodlooking guy from DC who wanted to do me. I didn't let him though. I told him to come visit me in Germany but I was NOT going to get laid on a U.S. Navy ship. It was too damned COLD for one thing. You'd think the Navy would figure out how to shut off the airconditioning in the fall in the NORTH sea above Norway but no. Well, it's not the gay navy. I did not get sea sick once and I did kiss DC boy goodbye with tounges.

Luke is as big a mess as I've ever seen him. He's in love all over again, this time in the states and he's going to leave. I'm going to miss Luke in a big way, although he is straight and we do not kiss. Not even a friendly gay / straight kiss in a non threatening way which I do with some of my straight friends. (Don't worry Mick, I'm not going to try to kiss you - a. you are not my type and b. it would freak you out and c. i'd rather kiss your pretty wife)

My epal Dave is keeping me in stitches with his smart emails. I wish Dave was close. I'd marry his cranky ass. He's the most honest person there is and those are in short supply these days. I also find myself thinking a lot of another DC pal, Kenny who I stayed with a couple days and we fell in love with each other really fast and then I left because I was only visiting and it was over. We still email. He is handsome and smart and dedicated to his job (like me) and that is why we are both single, my own best efforts with Joe notwithstanding.

Earth Mother has been in a funk lately. I did'nt help when I got back from Strasbourg and told her I "smoked some really good shit" with my guitar player friend. I didn't but I know it's the kind of thing earthmother and the absent minded professor like to do so I said it. The other guys were smoking but I wasn't. I'm reducing and I eat too much when I get high.

Today I was walking to the grocery store and I got cruised three times. That makes it a good day.

This blogging thing is pretty easy once you get going at it again. Nice.