The hypocrisies of a vegetarian leather daddy

or...sexsexsexsexsexsex


Has it really been two years?
theboyafraid
Since a post on here? Nothing at all for ya'll since moving to SF? Well, let's see if we can do a minor update. California is amazing. San Francisco is even more amazing. Moving here has taught me so much about myself and there has been tons of positive growth for me. On the work front, no more waiting tables for the time being. This little queer has gotten himself hooked into the fetish industry ladies and gentlemen. That's right, vegetarian Josh has been slinging leather for the last two years. I want to start a new blog called "The hypocrisies of a vegetarian leather daddy". Think anyone would read?
So I started out working at a place called Stormy Leather. This particular shop is mainly known for it's focus on lesbians and womanly needs in general. Quite an experience. Through that job I made lots of great friends and learned tons. Enough to be able to move onto Mr. S Leather after a year. Now this shop is the biggest BDSM store in the world and puts out some of the best quality goods as well. So these days I'm paid to tie up and torture guys. Good damn times let me tell you. All of the issues I didn't even realize were there concerning my sexual self esteem have been totally crushed. This area is great for being able to find the perfect niche for you. There are so many hot and interesting hairy bearded guys who are hot for a good kinky time and great conversation afterward that I can't even keep up with all of them. But of course being the contrary type that I am it seems that my favorite guys all live overseas. Germans, Italians and Spaniards are some of the hottest guys out there. What is one to do eh? Besides visit Berlin of course.

sexy jesus?
theboyafraid
ok so can we talk for a second about the imagery used in christian music? i don't know how many of you grew up with contemporary christian music in the house, but this shit is crazy. i keep falling in love with him over and over and over again? (a personal favorite at 14.) or here's the title of some song my mom was listening to: hungry(falling on my knees) i have never heard so many men talk about longing to see another male image or be held in his arms as in christian music. maybe i've been missing something here.

i'm in jail dad. jail........
theboyafraid
oh lord. so last night sucked. lorna and i were on our way to th mojo burrito christmas party. the party was at our owners house which is in red back. for those of you from chattanooga, i need go no further about the cop situation there. for those of you from other places, let's just say that as bad as chattanooga cops in general are, red bank cops are notoriously horrible. and all this from a city known for it's fucked up police force. (lots of black prisoners dying in custody for no reason, notorious racism, that sort of thing). so here we are on our way. it's a party, so i'm dressed all cute. which yes, translates as REALLY GAY. directly after stopping at the red bank location for directions lorna is pulled over. neither of us are too nervous at this point, since we are sober and not carrying anything worth worrying about. well for some odd reason the cop decides to ask for my id as well. this is when things get hairy. back in '98 i had a dui which i never paid all of my fines for. thought i had somehow slipped through the cracks on that one, since i had never heard anything. this was not to be the case however. i get pulled out of the car, handcuffed, and hauled off to the station. this happened at 8 pm. yeah. arrested the day before christmas eve. i didn't even get booked until after 4 am. just sitting in various cells with many interesting characters. jail is everything you think and more. it stinks horribly, is dirty, and just plain humiliating. thankfully the worst thing said to me was when one of the cops told me to take out my "fancy tongue ring". fancy? maybe my pants were a little fancy, but goddamn! the whole experience really makes you think about a lot of things. the racism in there was atrocious. i spent most of the time with this really nice mexican guy who was treated pretty horribly. he and his friend were ordered not to speak spanish to each other. you can imagine all of the other lovely things said to them. this guy also was not going to be able to get out until a few days after christmas because of his race. apparently most bond companies will not touch someone who is hispanic for fear of them running for the border. can you imagine having to spend christmas in hamilton county jail because of your race? i'm not saying this guy was innocent. i didn't believe anyone's story in there. everyone is totally innocent of course. anyway, other highlights of my stay in the clinker......oh yeah. my booking officer was actually pretty nice. when we got to the mug shot part of the booking things got fun. i felt like i was modeling. these days apparently they have to take pictures of all your tattoos. the only other time i was arrested was that time in '98. back then they had a little piece of paper and merely marked where you had tats on your body with a brief description. poor guy was supposed to take pictures of all of my tattoos. thankfully we just had fun with it. ended up talking about candles for a while. i think he might have been gay. after the booking things got much better. i spent the last part of my time there in a different cell that was totally full. my new mexican friend (alphonse maybe?) shared his blanket with me and we spent the last 30 minutes or so of my time in there talking about random things. you really have odd conversations in jail. it made me feel so innocent. most of the other guys in there were total habitues. sitting and listening to stories about going to jail in different cities and what to expect if you only told your old lady you were going to kill her as opposed to leaving scars were quite interesting. i spent most of my time being very quiet. so my recommendations to the penal system? everyone should be allowed ipods. i missed mine so much. and i'm sure knitting needles are totally verboten, but come on would you rather have guys knitting in prison or teaching each other new levels of criminality? happy holidays everyone.

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theboyafraid
finally got most of my christmas shopping finished yesterday. i was a power shopping bitch! quite proud of meself. anyway, other that that things are pretty much the same here. trying to get back in the habit of blogging on here. especially since i can't on myspace considering my entire immediate family is on there and we have already had drama over some pic that i posted on that. so anyway.........my boss at the candleshop bought my an ipod for christmas so i really not been doing much besides playing with that really. kinda getting ready for the move. doing a shitty job. oh yeah, and i broke up with the boy that i dated for a month. he was 21 and it just wasn't working. sigh. so anyway, any of my old friends that are still on here, get in touch. i've missed you guys...........

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theboyafraid
so i feel like the only posts i have put on here for the past few years have been little "still here" style. that my friends is over. yup, someone finally got all technologically advanced and bought himself one of them-thar fancy computers. which means that i have a lot of time to make up for. things have once again drastically changed in my life. i am working three jobs at the moment. first one is at a candleshop in historic st. elmo. it's called umbra essence and is owned by my friend jamie. she makes all of the candles on site and i am basically the office bitch. one of the most laid back jobs i've ever had. so that's my week. on the weekend evenings i am either working the door at a gay bar called images (and yes i can hear the sighing of any of you who might have gone out there before, but it's an alright job.) the nights i don't work there i am back at the thai restaurant i worked at a couple of years ago. it's not nearly as busy as it sounds. the candleshop is part-time, so i end up having three days off a week. and all of this is made much more bearable because of the fact that in january i am finally making the jump out of chatt-town and off to san fran. anyway enough catching up for now. this bitch needs some beauty rest.

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theboyafraid
hello again boys and girls and all types in between. for once i am beside a computer and have had enough interesting things going on to post. so here goes. i have quit my job at aretha frankenstein's. biggest relief of the last 8 months. was jobless for about 3 weeks until on the same day durty nelly's and sawasdee both offered me jobs. for those of you not in chatt-town. durty nelly's is our miserable excuse for an irish pub. it's run by raving republican psycho's and sucks bad. but i'm waiting tables again so making decent money. the other job is a thai restaurant that i worked at a couple of years ago when they first opened. that's my fun job. also i've been volunteering bunches with chattanooga cares (a local aids help organization) and dj-ing on pirate radio. if anyone in the north chattanooga/downtown/almost into stelmo area is interested, its on 89.3 and more fun than words can encapsulate. basically i get to hang out in a friends apartment, do whatever i want, play whatever i want and whoever's listening gets to go along for the ride. if you are in the area and are interested in djing-lemme know. i'm hardly ever on here, but call me if you have my number. so aside from the mini-newsletter, here's whats's been going on. i had to take out all of my visible piercings for work at durty nelly's and since i have been noticing how differently the world treats you. obviously i knew things were gonna be kind of different, but let me tell you, boys will approach you much more quickly without a bunch of metal in your face.(ya'll knew there had to be some sorta boy talk in here) the other night i got off from working a double and ended up down at the chill for the family party. basically this is where they shut down and restaurant and have a private party for all the fags and dykes in the area. i had so much damn fun i couldn't contain myself. ended up getting drunk and playing mad pimp boy. had a couple of dates with one of the boys from that night, but we are waaaaay too different for anything to work. so i'm trying to decide if i'm having more fun without the piercings or if they were a nice screening technique to keep all of the cunsmerist capitalist typical type gay boys away. i'll keep you updated.

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theboyafraid
had a nice afternoon of swimming and picking blueberries with david. it was a perfect way to chill out after a nerve-wracking morning of kitchen craziness at aretha's. although i was drunk by noon, so i guess i can't complain about work that much.....

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theboyafraid
so this is pathetic. i'm turning into a 4 times a year poster. grrrr. anyway, as usual recently, not too much to report. still working at aretha's still living with jamyia, still staying fagulous as always. oh yeah, and still bored with chattanooga and chattanooga boys. for some reason they have been all ove me recently though. had a really really boring date last week with this gut i met at alan's. oddly enough he seemed a lot cuter and more interesting when i was wasted. went to see charlie and the chocolate factory and then back to my place where i of course had to make out with him for a while, but quickly became quite disinterested. after finally freeing myself of the boy i think the ordeal is all over, but he shows up at work 2 days later and sticks around for like 3 hours. not saying anything, just staring at me all moodily. poor thing. i'm trying to figure out the polite way to free myself. and just to keep the drama rolling 2 days ago i'm asleep when i'm awoken by a very drunk boy i used to make out with at the bar who proceeded to whine and try to make out for 2 hours. what am i gonna do with these boys? and will an interesting boy ever show up? and should i give kyle from georgia yet another chance? and.....aw fuck it. life's alright.

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theboyafraid
nice rainy day to do nada. although i believe tequila should play a part at some point. blaire and i tried to get mojitos at the pickle barrel last night and were severely dissapointed. grrrrrrr.

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theboyafraid
so to add to the general surrealness of my life, i have recently been talking to someone online whose name is also josh runyon. he got ahold of me randomly and we've been talking back and forth. so it turns out that he apparently looks quite a bit like me and is also gay. i'm curious and mildly discomfited by all this. but at the same time there's some part of me that is interested in meeting this guy and just see what someone with the same name as me is like. uh. who knows. he'll be boring and then i'll get all convinced that i'm boring and get depressed and listen to way too much songs:ohia.

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