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After the Attorney left, following a weekend stay at our house, Granny said to me “You make sure you treat him right.”
I was a little offended that her concern was for how he was treated rather than how I, her own grandson, was.
“I know he treats you right. You’re always happy.”
She wanted to be sure he was happy, too.
“Since you were little,” she went on, “I’ve always worried if you would be happy.”
Her worry mostly stemmed from how I handled the loss of both my parents in my teens. She said it turned my brother mean and turned me sad.
“And you being like you are…”
I didn’t know what she meant at first. But, as she kept talking I realized she was referring to my sexuality.
I’m not sure she has ever used the “G” word. Not to me, anyway.
She’s aware and she’s cool. But, I can’t remember her ever actually saying the word.
Like many people of a certain age, Granny worried that being gay would be a sentence of isolation and loneliness.
“I’ve seen so many live their lives without anyone.”
It was strange to hear a woman who never speaks of homosexuality, speak with familiarity.
It made me ask if she knew folks or had friends.
She looked at me like I had a horn on my head and asked if the sky is blue.
“Nobody has ever walked this earth that doesn’t know folks.”
I guess you don’t get to be 97 years old1 and not.
And apparently I was one of those folks she knew even before I knew it.
“You weren’t ‘sissyfied’ or anything,” she said.
Her busting out old school Southern vernacular made me laugh. ”But, you were always up under your mama. There’s something to boy like that.”
She reminded me that she doesn’t have a lot of time left, but said that it will be a lot more peaceful for her to go knowing she didn’t leave me by myself.
“So you be good to him so you don’t lose him.”
Here I thought I’ve been looking after Granny for the last 15 years or so.
Turns out she is still looking after me.
next month ↩
Bathed in soft filtered sun light, He’s there waiting for you.
Already on his belly.
An ass so round, meaty, and plump, that its only possible position in the air.
Like a landing strip ready for a 747 Airbus to come in.
And – cue the record scratch – wearing thigh-high knee socks.1
If a tree falls in the forest, it’s probably because a lumberjack is wearing thigh-highs socks.
I’m not a Grindr-er nor a Scruffian.
And this is the first I’ve heard of Growlr1.
So I’m no strangr to what a man will say to get in your britches.
Plus, being a man myself, I know what a man will say to get in your britches.
But some of the things that often will make you roll your eyes will have you rolling on the floor with laughter when you hear it come out of a woman’s mouth.3
Check it: “Ladies Reading Filthy Grindr/Scruff Messages” (NSFW):
I want all the sections with the black lady on endless loop.
Found at Queerty.
Valentine’s Day was coming to an end.
The night table and floor next to bed was littered with several empty foil wrappers.
From all the Hershey’s Kisses.
The Attorney knows I love them so he brought a bag as a gift.
Between rounds one and two, we popped it open to celebrate.
We ate a few. We played with a few.
And somewhere, one of then got away.
When you find a brown streak on the sheets, your first thought does not go to chocolate.
You immediately become suspect of each other’s current state of hygiene.
The Attorney assured me that because not only was it a Friday, but especially because it was Valentine’s Day, he had come to the house properly prepared.1
I was about to shamefully take the heat until I spotted a mushy wad on his lower back.
Too large2 to be a stray bean, it was obviously a kiss had gotten underneath him.
“Smell it,” he said, laughing and arching toward my face.
Pretty confident that it was Hershey goodness, I did.
Next, I may or may not have scooped it off with my tongue.3
He might have giggled and called me “dirty” after that.
Thankfully it all happened late in the game.
Nothing changes a mood more than white sheets, a brown stain, and two people with OCD.
I guess my special power is inducing slumber.
“The Night Knight says ‘nite-nite.’”
Then I would snap the villains neck or something.
If I used my full first name then I would be Mr. Knight.
As in “That’s Mr. Knight to you, boy.”
I like my old Super Hero identity better.
So, it’s Valentine’s Day.
The day that couples show off to their friends how happy they
I almost did something for The Attorney that would have been a big Valentine’s Day fuss.
But, we’ve never made a huge deal out of Valentine’s Day.
We tend to focus more on birthdays. Days that belong only to us.1
So, I decided the plan was too much and will probably save it for his 54th in May.
Since it’s Friday, it’s our usual date night anyway.
So, it probably won’t be much different than other Fridays.
Burgers, Scrabble, Sex.
No cards. No flowers.
Maybe a bag of Hershey’s Kisses2 will be thrown in to commemorate the holiday.
But basically just loving each other no differently than we do the other 364.
Which is probably how it should be.
The same love.
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and why haven’t you? ↩
I read an article once about how the placebo effect plays a role in the effectiveness of medications.
Even legit medications are said to be more successful when you believe they work.
I wonder if that holds true for Viagra.
I tested it out this weekend.
Not the placebo effect. Viagra, itself.
I wanted to see what it would do to someone who hasn’t experienced any ED issues yet.
Would it even work?
The short answer: YES.
I got a boner of a hardness I’m not sure has occurred since somewhere around age 18.
And I swear I was thicker than I have ever been.1
And it kept coming back.
Not constant, but recurring.
And well into Monday.
Sometimes put to use, sometimes just for show.
Viagra is not supposed to be effective over days.2
But it was.
Was it because I believed?
Because, let me tell you, I was believing so hard that I clapped my way into a standing ovation.
Over and over again.
I couldn’t have a dirty thought without creating a scene.
Now, it’s not that unusual for me to get repeat chubs throughout the day.
But not normally with such frequency or ease.
Not at age 38.
But I was definitely feeling like a teenager again. Even a little awkward about it. You know how at that age you’re all cock and no finesse.
How much of it was medicine and how much was mind over mass remains to be seen. The issue has subsided3, so I can only test it again to be sure.
But if I can get a few days out of one Viagra, I wonder if I can pull a week or two out of Cialis.
I think I may be beginning to understand addiction.