I hate to be disappointed. Truly. But I also don’t like to be cynical. It’s a tricky balance, but when I’m optimistically excited, the disappointment is, of course, worse than when I don’t expect much. Not least because I feel foolish and naive for being hopeful.
So the unfolding of events with the 24 year old:
Thursday before last: He mentioned eating his ejaculate, asked if I would help him with that. It was … Continue Reading