This really kind, smart, handsome, masculine trans guy. It was really lovely; he was really big on body contact and holding, which I crave. I THOUGHT HE WAS STAYING OVER, so when he indicated he couldn’t ‘cause he had workshops Sat. I was really good about wrapping it up and sending him on his way. I thought I had all his contact info, or at least had the chat saved on the website, but I may not have it at all; which is so typical for me, to not be able to keep in touch with someone I really liked. This recurring inability of mine, to just successfully perform the basics of recurring contact with guys I like, is really getting to me. On the bright-side, I discovered I may find trans guys really appealing and they may be more tolerant or even accepting of my T.B.I. erectile dysfunction issues than “norms”. Or, I may feel better about working through them with trans men, because they’re less erection-identified than the afore-mentioned “norms”; and been a post-t.b.i. problem for me.
Arguing for my independence with my trust lords has gotten really old, really fast. See, I’m like a poor man’s Brittany Spears: all my money is in a special needs trust, dispensed as need be by my Trustees: Gil Roth and Peter Johnson. Gil, I’ve been friends with since St. John’s. Peter does this for a living, & cuts me a world of always legal and ethical slack. More tomorrow. Nighty-night.
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