THE greatest thing a friendship can offer is someone of the same sex that does not secretly wish to marry you and raise an adopted child from Thailand with you.
And, perhaps, more importantly, the corollary is true: that is, that you yourself do not secretly or subconsciously - even unknowingly to yourself - harbor such wishes for your friend.
I can boast at least one such friendship in my life -- and to that friendship -- I dedicate this blog. To a fair-haired man whose nubile, supple, muscular and athletic form it never even once ocurred to me to sodomize.
My friend, whose name I will not mention -- while his friendships followed curves and twists along the space-time continuum unique to those of all other friendships as the rolling green hills and scenery of a long-distance train ride differ to the mile high sights of aviation or the rolling bulging tumbling of moving on the water.
To this friend, and to friendship in general, I dedicate this blog.
What is the blessed cherishing of long past days in faraway lands spent with a good friend, is it like the quivering wind that shakes the rain-soaked green leaves? I daresay, it is not - the great thing about friendship is knowing that your friend will not be trying to sodomize you during your sleep. Knowing that your friend will not poison your food so as to induce a short-term coma and then sodomize you during your sleep and then pretend he didn't sodomize you and say maybe it was something you ate when your arsehole is burning you.
That, friends, is friendship.
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