That was what Freddy Mercury used to sing. How I loved him!
But to what friends will I revert to, in this distress?
What I'm finding not easy to, is staying away from this side of me. Staying far away from M. - who possibly is happy like this, since he's not bothering to call at all - so that I don't have to ask myself if I want to have bare back sex with him again.
I fear it.
Kind of dread it, indeed.
I thought I was ready, but it came out I'm not.
Having just read some news about how HIV is spreading in our province struck me, and I now am frozen in a state between the terrific memories of how great it was last time we had sex together and I had him cum inside me, and the terror I feel that he might have been meeting other people too, and having unprotected sex with them, too...
I would need a friend. But I'm not sure I would be ready to withstand what he'd say to me right now...
