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| This is awkward. Talking about me is not one of my favorite things. I suppose the things most relevant are my interests. | |||
| --History of sex | |||
| I'm 34. I'm completely mentally disabled. I'm a full-time gay stripper--the most challenging, but rewarding experience I've ever had. Sometimes the left-turns forced on us, unlike most of the voluntary ones, put us in places to experience wonders we never imagined. Being the "full-time" care-giver of my five year old dog has taught me more about girls and women than I ever imagined--but the fairer sex still remains almost a complete mystery. | |||
| My dearest dream, after raising my dog to be a good person, is to succeed as a writer. To create my own epic on the history of gay sex. Ironically, it seems I have a talent for historical gay romances. I want to leave something behind that will still touch people long after I'm dust. | |||
| I don't know what more to add, except that I live outside Las Vegas, not far from San Francisco, CA. | |||
| '''And, last but in no way least, I'm married to a bitch who's not even a little bit like anyone else I've ever known.''' I long thought the true test of happiness in a relationship was the drippy, dippy dreams of poetry. What I've discovered is that “true” love is when your person stands by you even when you're driving them absolutely up a tree. '''That he or she can see what’s loveable within you even though you’re not acting loveable at all.''' | |||
| I think that's about enough of this exercise in self-mortification. | |||
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