Flashback: “Why you angry me?” I asked him in Tarzan English on the first night he was back. I was in my chair at the desk. He was sitting on the bed, legs spread and hands folded, propping up his chin. He wasn’t looking at me. He still had his coat and cap on, as …
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Here’s the thing. I knew one of us was bound to bring the subject up, and it was what I’d been thinking whenever I found myself wondering where he was, and if I’d ever see him again. But hearing him offer what I thought I wanted, I wasn’t sure I was up for it. I wanted to spend time with him, but I did want a little something more.
For the first time, my stomach didn’t churn, my heart didn’t leap, my hands didn’t tremble. Nothing happened at all really, except a small spike in interest, when I saw Marek come out of the station’s second hand shop, pause at the top of the stairs and then go down. One hand was slipped inside …
For new readers: If you need to catch up on what Marek means to me, check out The GB & Marek Show! Amazing, my body’s reaction to seeing him. Autonomic and merciless, and because of that, damn scary. My stomach hollows out and the back of my throat feels full, like a fist shoved back there, …
flashback: “Why you angry me?” I asked him on the first night he was back. I was in my chair at the desk. He was sitting on the bed, legs spread and hands folded, propping up his chin. He wasn’t looking at me. He still had his coat and cap on, as if he wasn’t …
I suppose I should just get it over with and write this post. It’s no fun, so I hope you appreciate that. Marek acted out all day yesterday. He’s normally a very easy-going guy — jokey, jocular, fun-loving. When he’s angry, he’s the amphetamine-enhanced version of that, meaning that, although he may think he’s acting …
If Marek brings up Vánoce one more time, I really am gonna cry. Somehow, Marek and I got on the subject of friendship. I was on the MacBook and not paying a lot of attention. He was smoking a cigarette beside me in the bent plywood IKEA chair and had brought David — a cute butch station rent …
It’s an old issue, but now I’m not the only one feeling it. Although I told Marek we were finished I made a commitment not long ago — to myself mostly, as a way to negotiate between the two extreme poles of emotion I maintain for him — that I wouldn’t kick him out on …
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