Alex ... Nostalgia
I no longer blog.
And sometimes, when the need arises, I'm back. To read a little, or no. A
post a message, a little bitter, often.
I want to talk to Alex, the words do not come to me.
Only tears.
I've had, lovers, finally ... so to speak.
men out of nowhere, gone so fast. Meetings graceless, often.
And Alex is the first time, that got my friend to kiss me, with whom I sleep. A friend who touches me. I thought it would be intimidating, to show his desire to a friend, to look like a man to undress. To love, a little.
Most importantly, I never thought a friend could be cruel.
I lost, I did nothing. And it was humiliating.
More than the other. He soiled himself. Soiled. More than any other assholes who have been able to jump on the back of a car, more than any other of the son of a bitch who does not look at me. Because
