It may look pretty outside, but that’s just an illusion. Three days into spring and it still feels like the middle of January. The heat didn’t come on last night, and so I spent the evening wrapped in down and cotton. Luckily I have had the occasional warmth in the form of a very handsome guy from Japan. I call him DSuke, but am thinking about calling him the “Fuck-You Boy,” after Soon’s very flattering exclamation upon seeing his picture. “Fuck you, Charlie! Fuck you!” Because really, he is truly very handsome enough to warrant uncensored cries of envy from friends. We have nothing in common. He hardly speaks a lick of English, and I have about forgotten most of my Japanese, but there is one language we can communicate in, very well in fact. And after we fuck we’d lay beneath the glow of my computer screen and teach each other words, because that’s the only thing left to do.


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