18 October 2010
Life Goes On
While my quasi-fictional life was being dissected and ridiculed online, I was busy living my non-fictional life offline.
After a very unpleasant summer in Houston, I decided to leave my troubles behind and spend a week on the Florida Coast. It was therapeutic to say the least. Beautiful ocean-front hotel room. Check. Full 8 hour play days at the beach. Check. Sexual reawakening via nightly hotel room sex-parties. Check PLUS. Just what the HIV doctor ordered. Believe me when I say I relaxed and fucked my blues away.
The trip helped me to realize I still have a fairly large and enticing pool I can swim in. To put it simply, plenty of cute guys have no problem fucking an immunodeficient Mason Wyler. THANKS YOU GUYS! Because of you, I came home with a POSITIVE outlook for my future. At least now I know my promiscuous affairs don't have to slow down if I don't want them to. For that, I am thankful. Of course I still have plenty of things I need to figure out, I still have problems to solve and issues to address but my seven day getaway definitely left me rejuvenated.
Amid the most trying time in my life, as my privacy became publicity, and stones were cast in my direction, I found solace and friends in town called Fort Lauderdale.