Matthew F. X. Fitzgerald’s morning erection hovered over the sink as he leaned against the vanity. A pair of brown eyes stared blankly back at him from the mirror. Blink. He popped the toothbrush into the brass holder and wandered down the hallway, trying to tuck his stiff joint back into the fly of his…
My boyfriend’s name was, Roy. We’d been together for almost five years and things had been getting progressively less and less exciting. Both of us knew that we probably weren’t really meant to be together, not long term, but we persisted. It was convenient, we had lots of mutual friends and interests, and we were…
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