
content, uncomfortable complicated strange and familiar men stare; eyes mirrors of my own gaze sweeping the dance floor, desire arranged as stepping stones limp wrists guiding our touch hands pressed breath on my breath promising ecstasy in my surrender

So, today is the day. I must confess that I’ve been dreading my birthday for some time now. I have been trying to hide from father time since I turned 23 one orbit ago, but ultimately he found me. Those closest to me are aware that I’ve been freaking out continuously about my birthday. Most…