what a pile

You know it’s a good start to the day when your horror novel (in two non-related, non-sexual passages) used the words penetration and erect within a couple chapters of each other! Yay for Thursday, apparently. Whatever that is in reference to, bring it on!
However, things didn’t look so promising during the night. I had very long dream about receiving a massage from a girl. Naked massage. I was naked, not her, thank goodness! It also wasn’t sexual, but still…nakedness and girls…shudder. The whole point of the dream however, was that she was blown away that my socks didn’t match. She wouldn’t let it go. For some reason, it greatly offended her.
I have no idea what this dream meant, outside of the fact that my socks rarely match. I just grab two from a pile of clean clothes (I vaguely remember my life when I used to iron everything, put everything neatly away—now I’m lucky if I take the time to make sure I’m getting clothes out of the clean pile instead of the dirty pile). Maybe that’s why I’m gay—so I can get naked with someone who won’t give a shit about my socks.
If only I’d figured that out before spending so much money on five years of learn-to-be-straight therapy.