He was wearing new pants, bright and colorful. He bought them at an Asian import store in town, mostly Nepali, on a whim. Usually my spouse wears dude clothes, dressed as a hiker, with REI style nylon outdoorsy cargo pants and cotton tee shirts, earth tones, with hiker-style shoes. So these bright rainbow cotton hippie
I had a fantasy about us meeting at a carnival. Makes sense, dear spouse–carnival is for the flesh. The fun before the asceticism of Lent. I’ve never been Catholic, and neither have you. But debauchery is inside all of us. I love you, and I would love you also if you worked for a carnival.
I had not been around Mexican guys drinking beer in a long time. That’s my family, the family I don’t see anymore, since my mom died. The Mexican guys drinking beer got my feelings swirled around. My instinct was to stay as close to my spouse as possible and pretend I didn’t understand what they
I saw this meme and pondered it. Yes, I have been unskillfully fingered by people who were clueless about anatomy and what feels good to me. Yes, they were cis white guys. The men in this picture, looking abled and cis-het, wearing similar style clothes and sunglasses, youngish, insecure, maybe angry, selfish–these are people I