With the washer and dryer both going, I decided to sit down and do some writing. Like my reading, I haven't done a lot of writing in recent months, and I'm slowly trying to change that. Saturday, I mostly wrote erotic short stories, which is something I enjoy. I like to publish them online and I seem to have a small following of people who like my stuff. A few even occasionally message me to ask when I'm going to write more. It's a good feeling.
I hope at some point to get back to some of my other stories, though. Or start new stories. I certainly enjoy erotic fictions (it's a great way for me to explore my own desires and feelings, after all), but I also like being a writer in general. Plus, you know, I'd like to write things that I can show friends and family. Well, non-perverted friends. (Yes, I do have a few of them!) Or even just the friends that aren't into gay male sex.
After that, I went to Home Bar for dinner and then back later in the night to go dancing and catch the first drag show. I even tipped one of the queens. (Now that I know who "she" is out of drag, I felt it appropriate. Supporting friends is good, after all!)
I usually try to take a nap between dinner and going back to Home Bar, but that didn't work out this past Saturday. I laid down and I rested my eyes, which helped, but that's not the same as getting regular sleep. It made things especially rough on me, given how early I was up. On Sunday, I was almost completely wiped and stayed home except for going back out to Home Bar around 9pm for a couple drinks and a late night walk in the city. That's all I could muster given my energy levels, and I almost didn't do even that.
Overall, I thought it was a productive and fun weekend.
