Boys
I do miss having my men around me. And by that I mean the few who would walk into a club and have the crowd backing off from an appearing territory. Derived from the kind of comfort that has developed out of mutual trust, secrets and understanding.
Yesterday I saw a middle aged man dressed in polished black from top to toe attending to his five year old son, and I was fixated by the flair of his manhood.
I do like men, when they become men.
