We are three friends scattered across the globe, each navigating life as gay Zimbabweans.
My libido came back with a literal bang. An exceptional bang. The type of bang where were almost levitating. Just an entanglement lubricated by sweat. When Voldermort left, I think my libido jumped into his boot and went with him. Now that sucker caught a bus back and made peace. At least I got to walk away knowing that relationships are good, and not in an anecdotal way. Finding myself out of one after a while was, and still is for the most part, just fucking weird. You give someone the power-much like a TV remote. It may not necessarily belong to the person holding it, but they have the power to pause, rewind and switch you off on a whim. I may sound fucked up, but I would do it again at the drop of a hat. Nothing can undo or surpass the feelings of being desired, touched, manipulated and satisfied all at the same time. Time flies by when you are convinced you are in love. You can suck the life out of morning breath and even chat with the door open while someone is taking a crap. I said keep the door open, NOT watch. Two girls, one cup ruined that visual for me.
While it may be at the drop of a hat, I am not actively seeking it. In attempt to find my libido, someone came in and convinced me to bottom. Fuuuck… Next time I will simply post in the classifieds section of the paper: Looking for lost libido. Last seen stowing away in a vehicle boot. I thought maybe I had morphed into a bottom or into a verse at best. Fuck that shit. A usually warm, succulent throbbing penis can be equally a sharp rod if not well anticipated. The piercing pain from that stabbed me back to my senses. It doesn’t matter who it was. He is simply a statistic.
I know I said at the drop of a hat, but for now I need to rebuild the castle walls. The tar has already been ordered for weather proofing. It may have to double up as lube or for sealing my ass. No pointed penises there for the foreseeable future. The next person has be prince charming. I have even started growing out my hair so I can let it down in Rampunzel fashion. Candidates are lining up, I’ll admit. One stands out but he requires a whole road trip to meet in person. What if he isn’t as tall as I would like? What if he is a virgin? What if he doesn’t like me as much as I thought? What if, in perpetuity. Alas,I have to prepare myself to take up new challenges. I will keep you posted.
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