I've not been a well boy the last few weeks; and I'm very, very weary now.

I need to concentrate what energy (and time) I'm going to have left—rather less of both than I thought until earlier this year—on doing things that are really important rather than messing about with blogs. 

Now don't panic if you think you might have slept with me: that's because it's the way my little physical disability is panning out, not because of AIDs or anything.

But there won't be any new posts because of that. Sorry.


The Greeks had a picture for it . . .

I know just how that boy on the right feels. . . It's guys like the one on the left who seem to a) want to see me naked when I'm camerawhoring (and far too often for my liking seem to come on to me in bars this year for some reason); and b) seem to assume that showing me that on cam is going to get me really excited. Oh, well.

Can't remember where I found the pic, but I assume it's of a Greek Symposium (all-male booze-up, if you want the translation) from a couple of thousand years ago. Plus ça change, as they say . . .
Scribbled by Camerawhore