it's something to hear my fingers glide across the key of this keyboard; whether musical tones or numerals & alphabets, the sound of the mechanism--and the frequencies they produce--is something that I have always loved. My mind has been wandering.
I've become so sexual in his absence.
Maybe no more, but I'm short a partner.
In other news: I want to talk about men. About how men put up a font of masculinity for other men. Between two men, there is always the power struggle; there is always one mounting the other. This human nature; this killed or be killed.
