Shortly, I’ll be sat in an airport, having left TSH for a three-hour flight, won’t see him for six weeks. I went with him to get him settled in his new location and we’ve had a lovely time, tinged with that feeling of time ticking along. He’s my best friend, my lover, my confidant, my world.
TSH and I played this afternoon. It was unexpected and very needed. And a total surprise.
When TSH and I had our issues earlier this year, we agreed absolutely honesty going forward. No bullshit, no sugar coating.
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“You’ll never get a job if you have a tattoo,” said my mother disapprovingly. Aged 23, I came back from three months abroad sporting a tattoo in the small of my back. She hated it. But to me, it represented so much.
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I’m an aural voyeur; I love listening to the sounds of sex. Not pornography, with its exaggerated noises, but actual, real sex or masturbation.
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