Because Mike was not as uninterested as he was supposed to be. - Oh my.
It did not feel like a bodyguard comforting his charge. It did not feel like a frightened celebrity clinging to the only person available. It felt like a beginning. - Nice!
Ah, the fight for the freedom to make one's own choices. Lovely.
Everyone reaches a moment in time that they imagine what their future self would be like. In therapy, we are sometimes ask to reflect back on our younger selves to tell them something heartfelt we've earned through our struggles. This undeliverable letter shows the writer reflecting on those stages of life.
A way to connect to our past and to try to reach our future selves. The different versions of us that can't coexist due to the passage of time, but are still facets that reside inside us.
Gareth woke up wondering if he could remember the name of the man he'd slept with. - Uh-oh. That's never a good way to start the day.
"I do not know what line it is." Gareth rubbed his face. "I have been pretending to know what line it is since Tuesday." - 🤣
This was great fun!
I was young, and absolutely nothing bad had ever happened to me that I couldn't just talk, charm, or sleep my way out of. - Ah, the cockiness of youth.
"I'm not gay," I choked out again, but it sounded completely pathetic this time. Less like a statement of fact and more like I was begging. - Been there.
Sleep came. The deep sleep of a man who was cursed to live his truth. - Nicely illustrated.