Friday 14 August 2009

18. A Game

O.

After this many years in the wilderness, I've had to define my own sexuality. It hasn't been easy. It hasn't been fun. I heard an echo once that I've lusted after ever since. Perhaps if I stand in the right place at the right time I might hear its reverberations, or more; I might be at the point of its resolution, where all is obvious.

No. Too much to ask. Don't expect her/him/it to fall into your lap.

X.

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