'I am confused,' he said. 'Why do I like you like this?'

Why does he like me the way that he does? That's as good as asking why do I like him the way that I do. He feels it too, this rapidly deepening connection, this rush of energy between us; and perhaps he, like me, questions it a little because it seems too soon. I've been back in Cambridge ( Read more... )

For once, I am writing this while having lunch instead of watching some boring TV show on Netflix while having lunch. I was meant to finish the chapter that will be discussed at the Jurisprudence Reading Group (which I am organising) taking place in 3 hours, but it is so boring that I gave up. Sometimes, I find that analytic legal philosophy blurs ( Read more... )

I feel an increasing sense of vulnerability when I am with Bruno, when I am lying in bed with him with my head on his chest and his arms around me. This sense of vulnerability spreads through the heart like a match catching fire in the silence between conversations. It goes away when he says something that makes me laugh, when we talk about some ( Read more... )

Sometimes - like last night after I told Bruno that I have type 1 genital herpes - I wonder if my bracing myself for hurt and disappointment when I prepare to disclose to a new guy isn't a result of American Mark's reaction to my knee-jerk disclosure in his apartment, when he was clearly looking to get lucky and I stopped him with my disclosure. ( Read more... )