Link to married straight guy escapade, though I must admit that old desire doth on its deathbed lie when I’m with this guy.
I REALLY AM NOT LIKE THIS! I swear to the Great Oz that I don’t fall in love every twelve minutes. I’ve gone for years and years and years til now with nothing more than the occasional “ooh- nice butt” observation and sustaining myself through occasional romantic movies and less occasional gerkin jerkin’, but suddenly it’s raining men. I’ve gone from Peter the Hermit in a season ("this one’s too married… this one’s too young… ") so perhaps this next will be just right. Or I can somehow merge the two… (they couldn’t be more different physically save that they’re both tall and dark haired, but if I could just get a razor from each, an unfertilized egg and a test tube…)