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Category Archives: memory
Tony only travels by train
Looks like I have to buy a suitcase. Now that there have been real, unimagined comments posted, Tony has decided we must move. (Can anyone say hangover?) Move far away from what he has determined is my computerized portal into … Continue reading
Tony can't dance.
Don’t worry, he admits the fact. He almost flaunts it. I will always remember the night (despite the fact I did’t experience it first hand) he got invited to that college party in the off-campus alternative housing project. He has … Continue reading
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
Dressing up.
You are very astute. I was hoping it wouldn’t come to this, however, since you asked I must go ahead and air our dirty laundry, so to speak. No, Tony doesn’t actually own his tux. I asked him again just … Continue reading
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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 