On Friday, as I told you, I was off work. By complete coincidence my mate Fidel was planning to visit the Horniman Museum, in Forest Hill. This place is well known locally.
It has been around for over a hundred years. Parts of it haven't changed since I was at primary school, which was less than a mile down the road. We were often taken her on 'fake' school trips, meaning they were free, & very little organisation or transport costs for the teachers. But they were still fun. And back in those days, up until my mid teens, we often popped in there at weekends, not to learn as such, but somewhere to mess about and wind up the attendants, eventually getting chased out! In adulthood I continue to go back, probably three or four times a year. Even if you've seen most of it there's always something interesting to see again. It's also a trip down memory lane, see what hasn't changed, and also amazed at home 'modern' & 'hands on' some displays are. The music room is amazing.Instruments from all over the world, some old, some modern, with individual numbers.
All the way down the room are low 'tables' with pictures on the flat top of 'interactive instruments'. It's a touch friendly thing, where you find the number you want & pictures & words come up on the top telling you about the instrument, and sound comes out playing it!
Now you're probably thinking...'and?' but to someone as 'technophobic' and old fashioned, tone deaf & musically challenged as me it's a modern miracle machine! I know nothing about music, cannot & have never played an instrument, well ok, briefly the recorder at primary school, and maybe hit a triangle in the annual nativity play! But you know what i mean. Someone like me should be bored to tears by this collection, but it fascinates & totally entertains me. It makes the museum worth visiting on its own.
On Facebook I commented that I was: "going to visit the Horniman on his day off...not quite the 'horny man' he'd prefer, it's a museum & a wonderfully eclectic free one, so it could be worse! ;-) "
So it was the hornIman on Friday, but today I got my hornYman! Got a text from Ali from Leyton, the lad who likes dreassing up in leather! Now it doesn't do much for me, but he's young (late twenties) & got nice cock! The 'downside' is I think he's very confused sexually! (Not that I'm complaining! ) He's happy to have his cock sucked, & wank me off, but that's as far as he wants to go! Though he seems to like me spanking him a little! But I think he's very confused sexually. Meaning brings round straight porn to watch, which isn't so bad if you ignore those horrible flappy bits on the girls! ;-) But the good thing is I put my gay porn on the DVD, and he watches his on the laptop. Best of both worlds!
But he gets off on talking about how sexy his sister is, but thinks me trying to lick or touch his arse is 'dirty' even though he gets off on me massaging a finger up it while I'm give him a blow job! Confused fella!
Still I can't complain, it's certainly better than an old fashioned five knuckle shuffle on your jacks!
And not a bad way to spend an hour or so on a Sunday evening.
Just after he left a football friend 'Blabber' was popping round to drop off some of his old programmes he no longer wanted, so for the next half hour I was dashing round putting my dildo, lube, & porn out of sight! He knows I'm gay, but despite what he says, I think he's a bit two faced & bigoted underneath all that! But I can cope with that as long as he doesn't say anything to my face. What he gossips about I tend not to worry about, even though most of what's said gets back to me anyway! But I don't intend to give him any more 'ammunition'!
I recall when I came out to my football friends about ten years or so ago, still in my drinking days. Despite the fact everyone was extremely supportive it is still the most emotional moments of my life, and very tearful! But also totally liberating and empowering. I've sometimes wondered if I would have been able to face up to my alcoholism if I hadn't come out as gay to my friends first? Who knows?
'Blabber' was apparently fine about it to my face, but only a couple of nights later he was in the bar on a training night. Blabbing-hence the tag!- & slagging me off behind my back to the actual First Team players! Thankfully the barmaids, who liked me, tipped me off, and put me 'back in the closet' on my behalf, saying he was 'stirring' & 'joking', & I never got any grief from them. Of course I'm sure some wouldn't have believed him, but that wasn't important. What hurt in a way was the confirmation that he couldn't always be trusted. I'm not ashamed of being gay, & liking men. Otherwise I wouldn't have told people. But he was out of order for the hypocracy. i've never mentioned to him that I knew wah t he did. That's something that gives me a bit of satisfaction, knowing over him!
I'm sure there are some other Hamlet fans who are, indeed one-at least- I know most certainly is, but will stay hidden in the closet until he dies. Which I find, in the twenty first century, extremely sad. But each to his own, he has to sort his life out, and I've enough on my plate trying to improve mine!
I still speak to the 'Blabber' today, but he's 'just a mate', not what I could qualify as a true friend. In all honesty what I call 'true friends' you could count on the fingers of one hand. Definition of a 'true friend'? Hard to explain. But in my book it's someone who you would do anything for, inconvenience yourself to help, and always be there for them, no matter what. And believe they will do the same for you. That's why I may only have a few, but they are the best people in the whole wide world!
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