Personal 4/15/2006

     I am twenty-two years old, working a full-time job, and I have a steady girlfriend. However, I also play role playing games. This means I have a boyfriend as well. A big, hairy, burly boyfriend who I would never sleep with in a million years. A boyfriend who, if hell had frozen over, I would not snuggle up to for warmth, lest the very hair on his body infect me with a complex form of fagitude.
     Or queermosis. (Or gaymobutt.)

     Nonetheless, I have a boyfriend. Since I turned around eight years old, and bought my first Final Fantasy 2, my boyfriend and I have been close. I cannot play an RPG without him, lest it be considered cheating. He cannot touch the controller, because I am the man in our relationship. My girlfriend is allowed to watch, but not allowed to film us.
     The internet's a shady place.

     In any case, my friend Matt and I have played together every single console RPG that I have ever played. This adds up to, I'd say, about an eternity of hours. Nations have risen and fell in the time I've plowed through pallet swaps, and an inner ring of hell resides where sloth like mine is punished. I hear it has a Cerberus, whose very howl incinerates the soul of all who speak hear it's name. I hear it's name is Chucky.
     And apparently, it howls it's own name.
     There is definitely a relationship more than friend in place, there. When I'm trying to complete a game, there's downright competition for my time. My girlfriend (and her "oral hugs") vs my boyfriend (and his... need for speed?).
     I've heard the term "Video Game Widow" bandied about, lately. I'm just curious if anyone has a "Video Game Ménage E' Trois". Cuz, I can only be pulled in so many directions. And if this is just me alone, here, I'll have to call myself a fag.
     And calling names doesn't hurt me much.
     So, I'll be stunned when I stand up to me.
By Danny

Post a Comment

Comments (1)

am I allowed to do this?: xoxoxo. :) -jessie 4/17/2006 8:43 PM -jes