I am alone. And it's probably going to stay that way. Especially if the conservatives and neo-cons keep it up. Here's why I think so: I'm a gay man working for the federal government. Like many people, my social life is woven into my work life (although not entirely). We spend a lot of hours working though. That leads to easy or "natural" social contacts. Nowadays most of the gay people in my business are diving for cover, that is to say, most of the gay people who work in the branch of government that I do. That is to say, most of the gay people who work for the department of defense. And then there are the uniformed guys, several of whom I have dated. They either get transferred every couple of years or sent to Iraq or Afghanistan. It happens a lot. None of it makes for a relationship or finding a mate. If you are gay, that is. I expect to be alone as long as I keep working for the DoD. I guess it's time to get a new job and try to do it in a place where a well adjusted, good looking, well educated guy like me stands a chance of meeting someone. Of course the conservatives just wish we'd all die.

Jesus Mary and Joseph it's been a long time since I blogged! A LONG time. I have an excuse though. I've had a broken jaw, three surgeries and been sick. Really sick. Sick like "If this pain doesn't stop I'm going to shoot myself."

"What?" you might ask yourself "Caused such a thing?"

"Bashing?" No, well... sort of.

But factually, I have to answer: "Dentist"

More like the BUTCHER OF MALAGA PROVINCE but indeed, dentist. It all started with a broken tooth and ended with a ruined jaw. I'm better now though. The bashing bit of it took place a few years ago. It involved a baseball bat, a red headed homophobe and my face and resulted in a lot of blood, broken stuff and a pretty long hospital stay. Funny how things go sometimes.

But in America we're all about diversity now. Live and let live. No, wait... that was then, this is Bush. Glad I live in Europe. They don't hate homos nearly so much here.

The thing that sucks more than not blogging about being sick is not seeing any of my friends. It's been damned lonely.

I finally had dinner with Mick and Sinead the other night. It was nice. We ate over at Marcus' place. Marcus is as lucious as ever. He needs to ditch Doris and run to me. I swear. He kissed me on the lips yesterday so there might be more to Marcus than meets the eye. Doris notwithstanding.

Flannery and Scott have plans. Before they execute them, I'd like to get Flannery to make me a sweater. That girl can KNIT. And FAST. She's a force in all ways and (like Brad) has the metabolism of a hummingbird.

Luke has a twin in our current class. I almost fell down when I saw him. They could be twins. It's amazing. I wish Luke were here so we could stand them side by side. They are the same build, same features, everything.

If Luke were here, I'd get him and his non twin twin and take the both of them down to Bernard's one on each arm and tell Bernard we're doing a threesome. I think he'd fall down and have a screaming fit right there. Or scratch the twins' eyes out. Or both.

Brad's legs hurt and they don't hurt from him holding them up in the air. I swear that boy's a NUN. He needs to get out of the nunnery and back in circulation. I think he's been home crocheting.

Everyone is reading Harry Potter. Me too. I can't put it down. I know it's a kid's book but Jesus.

Earth Mother and the Absent Minded Professor went to Amsterdam. My GOD. They came back in clouds of joy if you catch my drift. They are STILL buzzed. NOTHING phases them. If I had gone to Amsterdam with them they'd have probably found me tied up in some harness being held captive by some leather queen. Or they'd have gone home without me because in their mighty clouds of joy they would have forgotten that I exist. That is the more likely story. Earth Mother looked like she had a birds nest in her hair yesterday. I love those people.

I finally went to my favorite (hunky) barber in Munich the other day (Bernard would have a FIT but he's too damned expensive). My handsome Turk told me that he hadn't seen me for too long and kissed me on the mouth. I'm getting a lot of mouth kisses lately but none of them are leading anywhere. I expect that if I went to Bernard I could get more than a kiss but at this point it's wild speculation. Bernard looks like Jude Law (which isn't all bad) but when he talks one has the impression that three red purses just fell out of his mouth. He's not as bad as Brad though.

Sassy sent me a test to take on the internet and I came out a big old buddhist. A big gay buddhist. That's me. Internet tests are silly and fun. One time I took one and came out a labrador retriever. I guess that makes me a big gay buddhist labrador retriever. Jesus. No wonder I can't get a date.