D Lockyer

We lay together my arms wrapped around you until daylight; you sleeping, my hands cupping your breasts, you holding them there where you h...

A certain sensitivity, a certain ability to live in fantasy games, a softness and gentleness, but beyond those, nothing marked me out tha...

So why? Why the naming of what I am? Why the “coming out”?    So much easier to keep your head down and pretend; pretend what you have...