October 7, 2003
You're letting your penis lead your life, mother said one day. With that she threw all our mutual respect and understanding out the window. Right, I don't care about my daughters, my family, nature, art, life and death, fettucini alfredo, chipmunks or good hiking boots. All I care about is stroking that special bundle of nerves in the frenulum under my cockhead. What a stupid thing to say to a gay son who spent the first half of his twenties saving himself for marriage and the last half trying to make love to a wife who despised him in return.