A Quick Note To The Wondering
So, when I got here he was a blubbering mess. He just kept asking "Why?" When I had soothed him enough I asked him what "Why?" meant. He wanted to know why him. Why did he feel this way and why couldn't he be normal. I just had to tell him that this was normal for him and "normal" is just a word that is a moving target. What's normal today may not be normal a year from now. I asked him if he remembered when there was nothing but rap music on the radio. He said he did and it was during High School (gods I'm old). I asked him if it was the same today. He said it wasn't. I told him that normal was like that. What's normal now isn't always going to be normal. What's right for one person isn't always right for everyone. I told him that he'd be okay and I wouldn't use the word "boy" when I referred to him anymore until and unless he became ready. He asked me to explain what one was. I did. He seemed to ponder it heavily while sniffling. I kissed his quickly and told him to go take a nice hot shower and relax. I would be here waiting when he got out. The shower stopped a little bit ago. He's come out of his bedroom and into the computer room with a nice pair of underwear that really shows off his nice little firm butt. He makes it hard to concentrate sometimes. :) Okay, I'm going to go sit with him and give him some TLC. We've got a lot of talking ahead of us. I've already ordered delivery from a menu on his fridge. I hope he likes it. Okay, he's getting jealous of the computer. Got to go. Talk to you all either later tonight or tomorrow.