Is there no FFF this week??
Here's my Sept 26th FFF story :D
hil
He thought he was gay. At least that was where he was at, at this
point in his life. And his new lover was turning out to be a nice
manly addition to his world. But then there was the woman. She had
been around a while, and whenever they spent time together, he felt
close and warm and safe with her. Not like a mother warm and safe, but
not like a guy connection either. What was with that? Was he gay or
was he straight? How was he to know?
It would certainly make things much easier if he could be straight. He
could avoid the biggest fear of his life, -of his parents finding
out. Or worse still, of having to be the one to tell them. How many
years had he dreaded the imagined look on their faces, their
responses, or how he’d respond to them. Even what words to choose, or
whether they’d understand what he was telling them. They were from a
different generation all together, and gay might not even translate to
old people.
Perhaps that was why he’d never told them. He didn’t like being faced
with the whole issue at all. But oh, if he could just find it in
himself to kind-of love a woman, well this specific woman, anyway. It
only took one, after all! He did love her. They always had such fun
together, sharing adventures and art, cities and gardens. Why couldn’t
they just be together -ignore the inner biology- and be together. They
were both so happy whenever they could find time to get together. He
knew she loved him. “Like a brother” she always said, but really, he
was sure that that was her way of giving him space because he was the
one drawing the line.
What if he were able to remove that line? What if the line were
erasable all together? Would it be able to work? Could they both live
their lives, pretending that there wasn’t a line, pretending that they
were as passionately attracted to each other as a fully straight
couple? Why couldn’t he feel swept away by her, or by some man, then,
so that the emotions were clear and unquestionable?
Oh, something deep inside him yearned for that to be possible. Could
she possibly feel the same way for him? Would he dare to open that
door and ask her?
Or would the very act of asking her damage their oh so wonderful
friendship, changing things for ever?
He opened up his computer and began to write the email. There was only
one way to find out.