Sunday, December 14, 2008

sleeping with a gay man

Months ago . . . 

Eddy had a headache as we were going to bed and said, "I wish that someone would take my brains out."

Trying to be funny, I replied, "You wish that someone would f--- your brains out?"

And he said, "No. No one wants to do that."

And I realized (once again). . . I am "No one" . . . at least to him sexually.

And I never said anything . . . because it is what is . . . and because he didn't mean it as personally as I am taking it . . . and because . . . he is depressed enough already.