My story

My tortured relationship to my own masculinity.

Reconciling myself to the inevitability of imperfection, the certainty of loss.

Plus ca change….

It has taken me a lifetime to discern just what it is I want.

I sat in the dark for hours, waiting for a woman to make me come to life again. Then I’d scurry home and pretend I’d never been there.

How trust builds, one flaked plan and one awkward drink at a time, when you’re paying for companionship.