Went West with dust of haunted dreams in my blood. Stopped just short of where white caps crash against the sky. In Denver, just to get away, because I have to get away from something, just to kill some time, because I have to kill something.
Any man with half a libido and a shred of honesty will admit, if only privately, that he’s put to himself the question of whether he’d get down with a shemale. Tonight, Seth and I face this moment of
While it’s difficult say when, exactly, one goes from being a Lost Boy of China to a Dirty Old Man of China, it’s easy to tell the difference. One remains a child at heart. The other could very well support child prostitution.