My grandfather died last week. The one from who I took the name Morris. Ken Morris was his name. I found out he died while I was in Miami. I woke up to a bunch of missed calls from my mother, and knew something was up. I called her back and got the obligatory death…
For the first time in my life I’m starting to feel bored. Bored of figuring things out. Bored of dating the same impossible men. Bored of making new friends. Bored of hearing the same shit from my family. Bored of food. Bored of the seasons. Bored of getting dressed. It’s all become a bore. Is…
It started off as a bit of fun. A quirk, not a red flag. He would pull down my trousers, and my underwear, then mockingly inspect my dick. He would pull back my foreskin, bring his nose very close to my dick, and would let me know if it smelt. I found it a little…
This evening was like looking into a window of someone else’s life. I was playing the part. I went with the events, and exaggerated my involvement. I baked homemade blueberry bread in the day, and bought ingredients to cook dinner for later. I deep cleaned my apartment and bought new candles. I even bought him…
Today I have it all. Theoretically. Today I should feel like the guy who has it all. I’m financially comfortable, my business is successful & I’ve created a name for myself. This week I had a bunch of medical tests & scans which all came back negative. I spent the entire weekend in the arms…
