Haight Man

Readers of Whip and Apple,

I had a date, well, sort of date, all right, I will call it a movie date with a new male called Haight Man. Why? Well, he lives in the Haight District and it was something that came to mind when nicknaming him. Now, I plan to put up a blog post of my movie thing with Haight Man very soon since I just got back a while ago from his place. I will say Haight Man is handsome and looks like a sturdy male to ride. However, not going to rush anything because I might spook him off if I startle him. Still, always good to know I enjoyed myself after having a shitty date with Beard Man the other day.

You shall get Haight Man post first before Beard Man because hell, writing about Beard Man would fucking depress me and I am on a fucking high right now. A metaphorical one and not by any means a literal one. I only had an edible two years ago and that is where I stopped. When you fucking forget a half's day worth of activities and I hear from others that I offered a Starbucks Manager a handjob for hot chocolate, then you know you need to stop trying anything drug worthy immediately.

Now, have a good night lovelies.

Miss Marguerite