Tom Keiser: Lust For Glory

Red Dawn.  It’s so bad and cheesy, and I have to turn it off whenever they shoot the kid who goes home and his quisling mayor forces him to eat the radioactive tracker, because, c’mon, who hasn’t been that kid at least once in their life?  But hey, they’re the Wolverines for a reason.

You already asked me this, and I already answer, but I’m glad to oblige.  Life has its trials but also its moments.  Still looking for that mythical gay scene in Southern New Jersey.  And public access shows from the mid-80’s are the new “Skins”.

Only two followers?!  C’MON PEOPLE I THOUGHT YOU HAD BETTER SENSE THAN THIS.

I followed you because someone must’ve reblogged something you posted, and I checked it out and it was quality stuff.

As for Rhode Island, I was in the state for a few hours when I was ten or eleven; it wasn’t bad though I haven’t been to Newport.

If I’m reading your question right, I’m closer to 3 but most people use 4 because they’ll use the Turnpike to drive north.

The answer to the question you should’ve asked is that I’m closest to the Walt Whitman Service Area.

Indeed, my handsome friend.  Things are things, and I’m glad Februrary is ending (finally getting more hours of work, warmer weather no longer being a tease, continued celibacy threatening to end by the end of this decade, other things I’d prefer to bottle up inside).  IRK!  IRK!  IRK!  I’m doing trivia night at the local bar these days, and I thought “Kyle’s boyfriend Kevin” would give me a gay friend until demon unisexuality reared its ugly head, but there’s another actually gay guy I tried to teach darts to, so I’m optimistic that Homintern will finally recruit me.  I’m the team’s superstar, but always take it too personally when I we lose.  Also, public access television from twenty years ago is my Thursday night jawn.

Also, I only sound drunk tonight.  That’s what happens when you have fried chicken and an Amstel Light at a relative stranger’s house at four in the morning.  Excitement!

I do not live in Philadelphia proper, which makes up much of my frustration.  There is not much of a gay scene in South Jersey outside of Philly, and even this can be hard to break into.  I try to go at least once a month into the city; it’s only five or six miles from my house but with public transit/bridge tolls, etc. it takes at least twenty dollars to have some semblance of a night out, even on the cheap.  AND DON’T GET ME STARTED WITH THE EAGLES.  HOW THE FUCK DOES EVERY OTHER TEAM IN YOUR DIVISION HAVE AT LEAST THREE SUPER BOWL WINS WHEN YOU LEAVE ME OUT IN THE DARK ALONE WITH [REDACTED] WHILE DONOVAN MCNABB VOMITS ON THE SIDELINES?!!!

NOW, REALLY.