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the kindness of (not so) strangers I’ve always said my readers were the quietest people in the world. I’ve been doing this blogging thing for decades now, and in that time I’ve been able to track the fact that thousands were reading, but only a scant few interacting. My silent audience, lurking in the shadows as it were. Every once in a while though, someone will let me know that they’ve been keeping track of me via my blog. Most of the time it’s someone I have at least a bit of history with, even if it’s only the previous sharing of intimacy, and exchanging of bodily fluids. Men and women I’ve done nothing more than have sex with will pop up, out of the blue, years after we last spoke. It’s the sort of thing that’s been happening for as long as I can remember. My promise to remain bluntly honest when I write is never compromised, because I have no reason for it to be. When I was posting on the gay massage site you can bet I steered clear of certain topics, and kept particular opinions to myself, but that’s because it was my job to do so. Here, I don’t have to do that, because making someone angry doesn’t mess with my pocketbook. And even though I am aware that people I know might be reading, I am never certain when, so trying to be false or manipulative would be pointless. I don’t post in an attempt to passive aggressively slight someone anymore than I write about how rough my life is hoping somebody will “save me” from my situation. If I wanted that, I’d bluntly ask for it, because that is how I communicate. Despite all of this, or maybe because of it, a former massage (turned friend with an ass I love to fuck) reached out to me via text message. He said he’d been reading my blog recently, and the posts about my current living situation (living in a van) caught his eye. In a nutshell; super low temperatures are slated for the next few days, and he was offering me a place to sleep for a couple nights. You can imagine how surprised and delighted this made me. Being an antisocial introvert means not having many friends, but those I do show they care with actions, when I seemingly need them the most. This I say to my delight, because lately I’ve been needing a bit more than usual. |
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He sounds like a good "friend"!
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