If you log onto my webcam site
You're in for a big surprise;
The hairy bears are hugging the trees,
The fat old geezers let 'em down to their knees,
And where the hell am I going to find
The smooth slim boy that's gonna be mine,
If I log onto my webcam site
When the bears are having their pic-nic.
(To be sung to the tune of The Teddy Bears' Picnic of course.)
And, oh no, I am not gonna give you the URL. Or my cam name. Not even if it is New Year and the season of goodwill and all that. (And don't bother hunting around for "gay camerawhore". That's not it.) I may not have a lot of pride, but I do have a little left. . .
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.
