am glad Memphis and i have been on vacation this week.
our lust compelled us to spend half the week up in New England visiting with my parents, and the second half of the week down near Memphis visiting with his (very Baptist, but still quite kind to me as an individual) parents.
it's lust that has gotten us here. lust, lust, lust! consuming, burning lust. we burn with lust when sitting across the table from each other with our parents present. it was lust that drove me to want to drive him around the town where i grew up and then up to where i went to college so he could better understand the origins of my sinful lust for him and for other lustful men. he needed to see all the various environments that made me weak and enabled me to succumb to the temptaiton of lustful homosexual lust that has manifested itself in a relationship that will only last as long as my lust lasts.
oh ... the lust. it's calling me now, away from the computer. we have to go to a family reunion with nearly 100 of his various cousins and aunts and uncles (where i still have to, alas, go as his "friend") and piles and piles of delicious southern food that will probably give me a stroke on the airplane tomorrow. i don't know how we'll be able to control our lust.
oh, lust. sinful lust. it controls my every thought and action. i am a prisonor.
oh, diamond. sexy diamond. can you help me break free from this lust so i can go back to being alone and going to straight bars and clubs and feeling so uncomfortable that i get completely shit-faced drunk so i have an excuse as to why i was unable to show interest in the opposite sex?
thanks.
oh, the lust ...
(back on Monday)