Go west, young man. But...
In case we don't get much chance to talk in the next couple days before you go west, I'm going to write some sticky emo crap here, because it's unlikely you'll hear anything like this in person from me any time soon.
Briefly: I'm proud of you and your accomplishments. All of them, and even more so the recent leap forward with your career. Recognition on an entirely different coast will doubtless open many doors that wouldn't normally be open to an east coast based artist. I assume that geography shouldn't make a difference to an artist's career, but the reality is that it probably does.
It's likely that I will miss your presence here. Warm ass/sunny smile, naturally; but I think I might even miss your conversation and your coffee, as well as your cock.
No doubt I'll be in Memphis two or three times, wooing the new client; you know how that goes, you've been along on enough of these jaunts to see the footwork and psych games necessary to land a really big fish. (Does this macho-man outdoorsman talk turn you on?)
I'm confident that we're agreed on the tricking issue. You are free to sample all the tricks and treats of San Francisco (though I don't recommend you partake too freely of the Halloween activities if you're still there at that time; things have gotten dangerous in the past, so I've read). No restrictions, except a repeated admonition to be choosy about potential tricks, and - if you will take my advice - stay away from threesomes. One stranger you can handle; two strangers COULD be a problem. You're a man, you can take care of yourself, but face it, J - you don't have Ben's physique. Just use common sense.
I'll probably be too busy for any major action; and I've assured you that the Pitts is off limits for me (my choice, not because it's written in any contract).
Somehow I'll manage Peter. These separations and schedule upsets affect him more than I would have anticipated - he seems old enough to deal a lot better with changes than Gus might, but even though Peter sometimes acts like a responsible eighteen-year-old, actually he's more often as irresponsible as a ten-year-old. The structure of school has been really great for him, but apparently he needs the structure, or non-structure, of his time with us just as much. I'll work something out so that he can spend more of his free time when we're absent with his friends (male ones) and not too much time at Jesus Central. Don't YOU worry about it; I'll handle it.
Also, I've reconsidered a Toronto visit; I've decided that three weeks away from Gus is just too much. He needs one of us to be available, even without the upset household and Lindsay's illness. It's even entirely possible that I will miss the little devil too much to postpone a weekend together for very long.
Gus is not the only little devil I will miss. This will be the longest we've been apart for quite a while. Oh Christ, I'm getting all verklempt. Shoot me now.
Briefly: I'm proud of you and your accomplishments. All of them, and even more so the recent leap forward with your career. Recognition on an entirely different coast will doubtless open many doors that wouldn't normally be open to an east coast based artist. I assume that geography shouldn't make a difference to an artist's career, but the reality is that it probably does.
It's likely that I will miss your presence here. Warm ass/sunny smile, naturally; but I think I might even miss your conversation and your coffee, as well as your cock.
No doubt I'll be in Memphis two or three times, wooing the new client; you know how that goes, you've been along on enough of these jaunts to see the footwork and psych games necessary to land a really big fish. (Does this macho-man outdoorsman talk turn you on?)
I'm confident that we're agreed on the tricking issue. You are free to sample all the tricks and treats of San Francisco (though I don't recommend you partake too freely of the Halloween activities if you're still there at that time; things have gotten dangerous in the past, so I've read). No restrictions, except a repeated admonition to be choosy about potential tricks, and - if you will take my advice - stay away from threesomes. One stranger you can handle; two strangers COULD be a problem. You're a man, you can take care of yourself, but face it, J - you don't have Ben's physique. Just use common sense.
I'll probably be too busy for any major action; and I've assured you that the Pitts is off limits for me (my choice, not because it's written in any contract).
Somehow I'll manage Peter. These separations and schedule upsets affect him more than I would have anticipated - he seems old enough to deal a lot better with changes than Gus might, but even though Peter sometimes acts like a responsible eighteen-year-old, actually he's more often as irresponsible as a ten-year-old. The structure of school has been really great for him, but apparently he needs the structure, or non-structure, of his time with us just as much. I'll work something out so that he can spend more of his free time when we're absent with his friends (male ones) and not too much time at Jesus Central. Don't YOU worry about it; I'll handle it.
Also, I've reconsidered a Toronto visit; I've decided that three weeks away from Gus is just too much. He needs one of us to be available, even without the upset household and Lindsay's illness. It's even entirely possible that I will miss the little devil too much to postpone a weekend together for very long.
Gus is not the only little devil I will miss. This will be the longest we've been apart for quite a while. Oh Christ, I'm getting all verklempt. Shoot me now.