Brody, here...
I am typing for Bill, who is not called Bill to me. We returned from our trips to China and New Zealand a day or so ago, and he would like me to tell you that he touched the Great Wall. He has been very tired since our return, and is having some mobility issues. I am not a craftsman with words, but I am to relate how beautiful and breathtaking New Zealand was. I am also to relate that China made him feel small, and the irony is not lost on him.
Bill wishes to type again soon, once his headaches pass. We would like to take one more trip to Egypt, perhaps in the next week or so. He would like to see the pyramids. If he can manage, we may try for Japan, too. Tokyo in particular.
I have updated and changed around his LJ to better reflect his heart, and I have opened up a lot of entries that were previously locked. I have told him, and he has told me, that he and we have nothing to hide. We do not care what the rest of the world might say of us. We are lucky to have found each other, to have held each other.
In laughter he says that we have made love on almost every continent. He thinks perhaps this should be a new goal for us. I think he is perverted. Yet, I am not complaining.
Bill wishes to type again soon, once his headaches pass. We would like to take one more trip to Egypt, perhaps in the next week or so. He would like to see the pyramids. If he can manage, we may try for Japan, too. Tokyo in particular.
I have updated and changed around his LJ to better reflect his heart, and I have opened up a lot of entries that were previously locked. I have told him, and he has told me, that he and we have nothing to hide. We do not care what the rest of the world might say of us. We are lucky to have found each other, to have held each other.
In laughter he says that we have made love on almost every continent. He thinks perhaps this should be a new goal for us. I think he is perverted. Yet, I am not complaining.