Tuesday, December 05, 2006
This is my boyfriend, Gabriel.
Well, that’s not entirely true. It is Gabriel, but Gabriel is not my boyfriend—except in my dreams. He would be my boyfriend but, unfortunately for Gabriel, he is straight.
So instead of being boyfriends, Gabriel and I tell each other how much we like one another, fuck each other’s girlfriends, and suck each other’s cocks.
You know, guy stuff.
So anyway, today Gabriel sent me this photograph. Even when smoking, the boy is smoking.
He also told me a tale of woe. Yesterday, his heart was broken by a sweet young thing, and now he’s back to chasing skirts—well, in his case, Gabriel just has to allow the skirts to catch him.
I post this photograph, and tell you his tale, just to let you know that a very fine gent is once again on the market.
Act fast, and you may catch him on the rebound.
Just . . . please, be gentle.
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