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Category Archives: lust
The one you love.
It is odd that I feel the need to justify this, but I do. Perhaps it is his current incarnation as gay icon that makes me want to explain. To explain that it isn’t that he is an icon and … Continue reading
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A Conversation.
“Mitch,” asked Robert, “was that dreamboat that graduated your sophomore year, right? He dated Sarah, my mentor, for a period. I think. I don’t really remember, but if it is the same Mitch I’m getting a starry-eyed, glazed look in … Continue reading
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Literary interlude
I’ve grown beyond Tony this morning. Instead, I thought you would enjoy this excerpt from the best book I’ve ever read again and again. Page 54 of Autobiography of Red reads: “As in childhood we live sweeping close to the … Continue reading
Florid
Flushed with rosy color; ruddy. Very ornate; flowery: a florid prose style. Archaic. Healthy. Obsolete. Abounding in or covered with flowers. Tony the celebrity believes he should have his own clothing line. He asked me to suggest a possible name … Continue reading
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Symposium
Tony and I have an outstanding argument about identity. Ironically, he feels that it is inherent while I claim it is posturing and habit. His side of the discussion involves the straightening of his wig and a hand shoved inside … Continue reading
Resolution or revolution?
New year. New Attitude. New tux? Fat chance… But it is clean and starched. And Tony went for a spa treatment. Things seem to be back to normal. Tony has sworn off hallucinogenic substances. I’ve promised to write more. And … Continue reading
Paper lamps and shower curtains.
Settling in to a new home is hard. No matter how many times we move it seems that we must always get new things. There is never enough. I just got back from the store where I picked up the … Continue reading
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Why Tony? Why now?
With new management, it seems I now have to provide you a bit more context so the story might be told properly. How I met my dapper-daddy. That sounds so sketchy to me. It isn’t really like that. Well, not … Continue reading
Tony isn't happy
Not even four hours and I’ve already been discovered. I didn’t even think Tony knew how to use a computer and now he has read all the previous correspondence. Or someone told him about it. I had no idea I … Continue reading
A fond memory.
Before Tony became so well-dressed, there were others. The first, Tony Clark, swam with me on MAAC. We wore speedos. It was either he or I or both (how sad that memories fall apart), but one of us had a … Continue reading
Me and Mr. Jones 