I can’t believe we have to perform it in front of people in two days. Back in my apartment, wondering if I am doing everything wrong. The combination of hiking, always working, and rehearsing just knocked me out. Then he turns me around and we fuck against the wall. I keep reading in magazines and website about how men love to fuck from behind, but women don’t. After a nice missionary session, I turn around and grab onto the bed frames.
I find that endlessly attractive, but this age difference bugs me. My joke on climate change launches us into a philosophical, political discussion.
It feels regressive after getting my MFA, but I can’t deny how much I love being around kids, especially after days of solitary writing.
I don’t have the kind of spare money to order in lunch.
From the kitchen, he calls out, “Do you want a sandwich?
He’s completely not used to sharing a bed, which is a good and bad thing, depending on how you look at it.