I'm not in a good space.
Slightly lost, recently divorced.
On my way to homeless.
I run into an previous employer.
He invites me up for cocktails.
Beer on tap in frosted glasses.
The hot summer breeze in the windy city.
The request to remove my shirt.
He did take his off first.
Not sure why, but I comply.
I then check out the view.
As his eyes follow my every move.
I feel cheep, like a piece of meat.
Waiting to be pounced on.
But that never happens.
Instead conversation.
He offers an arrangement.
He does gay stuff to me.
My job is to enjoy it.
I have a mouth and can use it.
To say things like that feels great.
No let's not go there.
A stack of hundreds are placed on a table.
Permission to proceed is requested.
I remove my shorts and take a seat.
Looking out the window.
At a Gay Chicago Sunset.
As I sell my body and soul for money.
And for the first time in my life.
I could try gay, for a while.
A Gay Chicago Sunset - Story Time Blog
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