It’s time to party though the fun ended sooner than I expected.
Just after 11:30 this morning, with the sun shining on a bitterly cold Front Street, Lance Mackey crossed the finish line of the Iditarod Trail Sled Dog Race to cement his place in history as the manager of the first sled-dog dynasty of the new millennium. read more
Love really starts after you gotten together.
The more intimately you come to know each other, the more you’re at the mercy of every casual remark that comes out of their mouth. No matter how much you love them, they’ll never truly be 100% yours.
But the problem is….
I want to have him all to myself and this is selfish and scary.
If he’s tired, I feel worse specially when he tries to foist his stupid ideas on me or uses lame excuses for his unacceptable childish behavior.
Being depressed and not being in the mood of getting physically close is something I can cope, but hurting himself ,avoiding me, ignoring his responsibilities and making up the lame word “ungay” is too much for any sane human I suppose.
One of these days he has to face the consequences.
Ungay: trying hard to look as masculine as possible, attracting opposite sex attention, avoiding any physical contact with the same sex including shaking hands and embraces and claiming there must be a way to live normal. Two guys living together is nonsense and wrong. (K’s dictionary)
And yet he spends most of his time with a bunch of teenagers and twinks doing stupid unhealthy stuff, if he goes bungee jumping and dies, that won’t surprise me.
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