Mi Amor
He’d figured out they were on to him, and he’d skipped town, leaving me and whoever else he’d been working with holding the bag.
It was possible, of course, that his delight in dick had nothing to do with his disappearing act. But the more I thought about it, the more I felt it had to. The closet makes you do stupid stuff. I’d come out so early, I had been spared most of that angst, but I knew gay men who pretended to be bisexual, married women, lied to girlfriends and bosses, then did dangerous stuff like picking up strange men in dark alleys, or staying in abusive relationships because they were too scared to complain to anyone.