Back when I was 18, I had my first boyfriend.  His name was Gary and, despite being 30 years my senior, I fell deeply in love.  Not only was he my mentor, but also a wonderful first man to be with.  He used to call me "lover", and I would frequently get lost in his beautiful cobalt blue eyes. He had moved to Arizona, but we still saw each other ( Read more... )

Lately, my thoughts have turned to Gary ( Read more... )