Peek-A-Boo

In my spinal cord, sex is a dinosaur...

I couldn’t sleep on an overnight flight across the Atlantic. Not because I wasn’t tired, but because I was waiting to receive iMessaged videos of Boyfriend, who’d stayed back home, getting his dick sucked by a handsome, young guy with floppy blonde hair. His hair matters because it is emblematic. In this, and other ways, he is not like me: a distinction…