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200 pages, Kindle Edition
First published August 26, 2016




“Can I bring a date?” I asked my father.
“A gay date?” Dad queried.
I rolled my eyes where he couldn’t see. I’d been out to him for nearly six years, and he still asked if my preferred partner was another guy.
“Yeah.”
He paused, which told me he still wasn’t comfortable with the idea that his son took it up the arse. But in the end, he said the politically correct thing. “Of course you can bring whoever you like. Your mother and I will be happy to meet whoever you have in your life.”
But I was under no illusions where my mother was concerned.
“Perhaps it can be a surprise for Mum?” I suggested. “Don’t tell her beforehand.”
If Mum knew I was bringing a gay date to her birthday celebration, she would be on the phone for days before, making a huge drama of it. All of her friends would sympathize and gossip about how terrible it was that she had to have a son who was gay. Oh, how terrible. Oh, what trials Barbara had to go through in her life.
“I saw that nice man who’s gay and his two kids in a magazine yesterday. What’s his name? The one who played Doogie Howser? Oh yes. Neil Patrick Harris. Isn’t he handsome? Oh, I loved him as Doogie. And he has this beautiful house and these two children who are perfectly adorable.”
Right there and then, she showed Jeanette how wrong she was, showed support for her gay son, and did it all without hurling a single insult.
“Cops?”
“They leave us alone out here. They have more important things to do.”
“Snakes?” I checked the next thing off the list.
“Asleep,” he assured me.
“Spiders?”
“Asleep too.”
“Are you lying?”
“Yes,” he admitted. “But come on? Can’t you brave a couple of spiders for my birthday wish?” he pleaded with me, and my barriers started to crumble.
… I couldn’t see what I was doing and had to go by feel. My wet dick was swinging in the slight breeze, and I tried not to think of spiders and ants.
The things we do for our boyfriends.









I loved him and knew, in that moment, that any other love I thought I had for anyone else was just me fooling myself. Our love was a hundred times bigger. It was elemental, it came without conscious thought, and it was more than purely physical. It would not wane and die. I wanted Tate for eternity.


