My home life is a Greek tragedy.
I had dinner with my parents (which is to say: my mother, since my dad ate before my arrival) last night. In a very Oedipal moment, she insisted that I lie face down on her bed and allow her to massage my neck. I made a concerted effort to keep my mind from drifting to S. at the time.
He called me that evening after his show. He was in a car on his way to dinner. Over the giggling of girls, we made small talk and spoke of how much we missed each other. As per usual, the conversation ended with "I miss you," as I continue to resist the urge to use the word "love." It just seems exceptionally premature.
At the time that he called me, I had been on my way to my personal (offline) journal to see what I had written the night that we first met (Boy Bünd's viewing of The Yellow Submarine). S. asked me to email the entry to him, if I felt comfortable doing so. It turned out to be quite sparse, not very eloquent, and a little embarassing.
I sent it anyway.
3/16/02 1:33 AM EST Reston -
Gay [S.] really seemed like far less of a twink than I was led to believe. He seemed reasonably macho and so comfortable with himself. I was a little jealous in some ways, a little attracted in others.
And disappointed that he didn't make an outright pass at me.
Although I have no sense of such things.
It's too warm, but I don't want to open my window because an offensive bug is sandwiched between the screen and glass.
He called me that evening after his show. He was in a car on his way to dinner. Over the giggling of girls, we made small talk and spoke of how much we missed each other. As per usual, the conversation ended with "I miss you," as I continue to resist the urge to use the word "love." It just seems exceptionally premature.
At the time that he called me, I had been on my way to my personal (offline) journal to see what I had written the night that we first met (Boy Bünd's viewing of The Yellow Submarine). S. asked me to email the entry to him, if I felt comfortable doing so. It turned out to be quite sparse, not very eloquent, and a little embarassing.
I sent it anyway.
3/16/02 1:33 AM EST Reston -
Gay [S.] really seemed like far less of a twink than I was led to believe. He seemed reasonably macho and so comfortable with himself. I was a little jealous in some ways, a little attracted in others.
And disappointed that he didn't make an outright pass at me.
Although I have no sense of such things.
It's too warm, but I don't want to open my window because an offensive bug is sandwiched between the screen and glass.