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
Wish you were here. I can't believe some of the things I say to you.
Sometimes I remember that it's you, you know, you, and it's a little strange. But I really do think and feel them.
And when I expose my inner thoughts to you it feels really good to do that. I go pretty far with myself. Sometimes daring to reveal... » Read more