It’d all over but the final frantic sibilance as scribblers everywhere rush to finish.
I am done.
Oh yes, and early. I told my sweetheart, and now he wants to read it. But there are things in there that might make him feel bad. Like hard dicks. In fact, there are quite a few. Including one beloning to a character quite like him, in form and feature. So I am in a quandary.
I am learning how to express myself without restriction–
And yet I am restricted by my dueling impulses to have my work read, to obtain my sweeties approval, and to not hurt my his feelings, or provide evidence of some paranoid conviction that I am unsatisfied with him.
but not because of his dick. It’s more the way he is because of his dick. Or maybe his dick is like that because of the way he is. But it’s that part, that part, that shamed, self-hating, toxic, corrosive part that is the problem.
And it’s really like, who am I to complain? That’s his cross to bear, and he has to deal with it.
But I have this other set of dueling impulses, one of which is my desire to be around him and the other, which is to get away from the toxicity.
Sucks. But anyway, I tried to figure out how the hot guy could have ED. Or maybe the hot guy (who so resembles my lover), could pop a quick Viagra before the love scene.
Or I could let him read it the way it is. But I have no wish to hurt him. Maybe I should say, he’s a grown up, and he can handle it.