num_pages: 125
description: “My God!” I cried. “You’re as ugly as a rhinoceros! Doing any more of this—” I mimicked how he was looking at himself in the mirror. “Won’t fix the problem!” This installment of my self-portrait starts with me having a minor emotional meltdown. Mark swooped in and lifted my bad mood... like, he just did it. And I finally realized that Mark and I had moved on from friendship and into 'companionship'. I didn't mind the extra level of affection and intimacy... even though it was with a man, it didn't bother me. As long as he didn't try to make it sexual, then everything was going to be just fine. I squirmed. “You are,” I said, crying uncle. “Now get off of me, I’m claustrophobic.” I slapped his chest. He didn’t move. “Mark…” [Advisory: This 30,000 word novella is jam packed with my emotional frailty. I'm not normally a 'weepy' person, but I knew Mark would be there for me, so I let loose on him. Plus, I could feel our separation approaching and maybe, deep down, I wanted to get my claws in him. I didn't want our summer to end. And plus... he was such a great guy. He was a good shoulder to cry on, and he made a pretty good pillow, too.] “It's just us here. Whatever you need from me, it's yours. This,” he squeezed me, “is just fine.” [Also, the illustration is from when Mark used my sleeping body as a prop for his photo fetish (he also likes taking photos like this while making goofy faces, especially when he's excited... like the first time I fell asleep on his shoulder). I cannot estimate the number of times he's taken pictures of me as I slept. I love my guy, but he is addicted to his phone and he needs to stop with the photos. I'm recording these memories just fine through the written word, thank you very much!]
language: English
title: Breakdown [The Emotional Scenes #2]
publisher: Cheese & The Giant Dick