The mice are back
God bless ’em. At least now I’m not so pitifully alone.
Pride weekend is around the corner and my dance card is empty.
Someone told me there is no sex in the afterlife. For shame!!
Can Pride 20055555555555 be the year I break my celibacy? I actually just meant to write 2005, but my five key sticks. I fear it may be a much more accurate assessment of my singleness.