Pocket Gay’s final inquiry to me: “Why would you want to fuck a giraffe?“ “Small bottoms go well with big tops, because you can just fling them around on the bed and have your way.” Not only had he been presumptuous, but he hadn’t even given me a chance to express any interest in him, if I’d had any.
I let him know that I have no problem finding dates and I don’t need any volunteers. She was with a “pocket gay” who, after first trying to sit on my lap without my consent, sized up my income by assessing my coat as an “expensive” piece of clothing and volunteered himself to accompany me on a date. RELATED: Why Black gender conversations will always fail unless we center Black children I am a spiritual mercenary, and this client normally receives quarterly divinations from me, so we began to chat about some upcoming goals to be addressed during our next meeting.
She was surprised to see me in London, of all places. I ran into a client of mine on the tube recently.
