I really love the photos on this site, and while that may just be the luck of having a good brain day, I also think it has a lot to do with the fun we had taking them. What I especially adore isn’t my body (though I’m not gonna knock it), it’s the sharpie art. Its like I got to write “This is mine” all over me.
It felt safe to not have a last name or any pictures associated with this blog. I was afraid to show my face on this blog because I was afraid people would would judge me. I’m also afraid people will think I’m more crazy than I actually am because of my spiritual beliefs.
I’ve been short my entire life. Short for my age, then short for a man. My driver’s license said I was 5’5″ for years because I would rather break the law than give up my imaginary two inches (male readers will understand what I’m talking about)…
I think I knew going into that summer that I was about to end things, but I wanted to enjoy a few more months of fun and sex and I didn’t have the nerve to face a summer where half of my friends hated me for hurting Aeris, which was unavoidable.
It really was a good year. In terms of feeling like I knew myself and was living the way I wanted to live, that year would be a high point until I met my wife. But time and education complicate the mind.