November 27, 2002

Here is today’s second post.

Last weekend, when asked whether I was still with N.T., that guy I was with before, my friend A.N. replied, “no, they broke up so N.T. could go be a twink again.”

This is exactly true.

However, when one is approaching thirty, as both N.T. and I are, it becomes more and more difficult to maintain twinkhood.

In honor of this phenomenon (and out of bitterness at N.T.), my friend B.N. and I have written the following little poem:

Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
Never mind how old you are.
Starry, starry little twink,
Pour yourself another drink.
Get yourself a sugar dad.
Close your eyes. It’s not so bad.

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6 Responses to Here is today's second post.

  1. marquito says:

    love the poem… lol

    Happy Thanksgiving, btw. And to anyone who looks at this. ;P

  2. mark says:

    pure plath, really. heh.

  3. Tina says:

    Yeah… Happy Thanksgiving 🙂

  4. adam807 says:

    So, I guess I’m a bad fag but someone needs to explain this to me: When did NT stop being a twink so that he had to be one again? I only met him once, when you were still together, but he seemed pretty twinky to me. Is he more twinky now?

  5. Faustus, MD says:

    He was always a twink, but when we were together he wasn’t getting his brains fucked out by every carbon-based life form with a penis. Now he is. Which I think is some sort of twink intensifier, or twinktensifier, if you will. Also, now he goes to school for interior design, which is pretty twinky.

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