It’s better to give
This is the first part of the thirteenth chapter of my adventures in the early 90s with a gay man about 15 years older than me who saw me as a nea... » Read more
It’s better to give
I have emotional reasons for wanting to post these reminiscences; almost certainly not the ones you’re imagining so don’t waste your time speculating - just humour me and read on.
This just happened this weekend. In fact I haven’t even told my husband yet, but instead told him he would have to wait and read it on here.