It was a normal Sunday. Of course any Father's Day is a bit weird for me since I don't have a relationship with my father. A lot of psychology from the 1950's theorized the boys turned gay because they didn't get enough attention from their dad's. Of course I don't believe that's true, since I know so many fags who have wonderful, close relationships with their fathers... but who knows... if it's true, I guess I should be thanking my father for making me a homo, right?

:-)

Philip called from Mobile. He spent as much of the day as he could with his dad at the hospital. Philip's mom also drove from Mississippi to Alabama to spend a little time at the hospital.

I made copies all day. I also got some more sun on my sides on the roof of Le Club. They are turning pinkish... but there is still a tiny while line... odd angle. Why am I trying to get so dark?!

I made copies all evening, too. It'll take me a few more days to finish filling the big order... and I have several small orders in the interim. It's a good feeling, but I hate not being able to shuck 'em out real fast. I wanna please my people.

Oh yeah and I jerked off a lot today. I'm surprised my thing doesn't fall off. It never gets tired, though...

I watched a fantastic special on HBO called PANDEMIC: FACING AIDS, the first of several parts... this one had stories of people from Thailand and Uganda living with the disease. I recognized Philip Glass music immediately. It was very well done, very touching.

My dear friend Nick (a.k.a. Skitz) called. He's coming over to film an oral porn scene tomorrow! It should be fun... we're gonna dress up in soccer uniforms...

Philip called before bedtime to tell me how much he misses me. I miss him, too. He should be back on Wednesday.

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