A day in the life of a gay born in the 1970s

This is my journal entry of one particularly busy day in 2025. It includes cruising a favorite park, using sniffies, and texting 3 different buddies to hookup. Everyone said yes! I changed all the names to Alice in Wonderland characters and made myself the white rabbit. I hope you enjoy it!

“Oh dear! Oh dear! What a slutty delay!
So many cocks and so little day!”
Cried the White Rabbit, in cuffs and a grin,
With his fur all matted and drenched in sin.

At six in the morn, by a mushroomy knoll,
He juggled two lads with barely control.
One was the Caterpillar, brooding and slick,
The other was Hatter, who liked it real quick.
He sucked, he was sucked, gave the Hatter a ride,
Then popped right out, leaving nothing inside.
“No time to cuddle! No time to stay!
I’ve got more holes to plug today!”

By seven o’clock, near the Queen’s red bench,
Tweedledee dropped down without even a flinch.
The Rabbit came quick with a yelp and a jolt,
While the Walrus pissed on a tree like a colt.
“Step back, you brute!” the Rabbit did growl,
“You spray like a beast and stink like a fowl!”
Later that day, in the gravel and heat,
The Walrus flashed cock like a predator in heat.

At three in the forest, with Knave of Hearts,
(A waxer turned soldier with scandalous parts)
He spoke of a client he’d stroked to release—
The Rabbit got down and took in his piece.
He slurped, he sucked, ears twitching in glee,
Till the Knave came fast with a soldier’s decree.
But lo! as he left, he caught a foul act—
The March Hare pissing on benches in fact!
“Have you no shame? This is tea-time domain!”
The Rabbit stomped off, sexually drained.

Before the sun set, he found Dormouse in chrome—
In his Prius parked like a fuckmobile home.
No pants on his hips, just a smirk and a moan,
The Rabbit sat in, though they barely had grown.

By seven he scurried to Chesire Cat’s pad,
(Where logic is lost and all sex is mad)
He built a strange couch while on a live call,
Then rammed into Cheshire, balls slapping the wall.
“My smiling slut,” the Rabbit purred,
As he stuffed that tail and moaned unperturbed.
“You take it so well, you vanishing tease—
Always grinning, ass as deep as I please.”

At ten came the Knave again, bold and bare,
Who sucked and was sucked in the cool evening air.
No climax, no flood—just heat and tease,
While Rabbit moaned, ears flicked in the breeze.

Then off for a stroll with old King of Hearts,
While his dogs sniffed trees and the twilight starts.
“Another day, all holes and delight—
I’m late, I’m filthy, and aching just right.
Tomorrow,” he whispered, “I’ll maybe be clean…”
Then winked at a toadstool, eyes glossy and keen.
“But I’m the White Rabbit, you know what that means—
Late to the rules… early to scenes.”