You are a very wealthy man in his mid-40s. To the outside observer, you have everything you could ever want, yet you feel suffocated and so alone it makes you suicidal. The short and violent life of an outlaw seems preferable to living to old age in comfort.
You leave and do not look back. Even surrounded by people who want to see you dead, you feel more alive than you ever have before. You know you will die soon; as long as there’s sea-salt on your tongue when you do, you are fine with that.
But then, as you are about to meet said violent end, hanged by your neck and bleeding out, you are rescued. A man walks up to you and tells you he knows you. He is everything you could never hope to be, but as you look at him the feeling in your chest and in your belly, in your lungs and fingertips, is not envy.
He seems to like you. You have never had a friend before.
What’s a heterosexual thing to do?
6th May 2023
Reblogged From luciusspriggss
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