He was on a tram, midway between Causeway Bay and Central. Not many people hopped on and off on that weekend night. The ride was rough with many jolts and it disturbed his chain of thought.
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Andy stood there for five minutes without saying a word. When Diano had quietened down, Andy whispered to him.
Diano drank some more water. He had reached a difficult part in his story. He didn't know whether he had the courage to go on
I melt into your softness,
Plunge into your wetness
I dip into you
For memories and treasures
"I met him at a public pool. It was a long summer and I'd enrolled in a swimming course to beat the heat."
I know my odds and I try my best to understand the effects of being a romantic and a sexual minority.
Andy looked up at his face, tears running down his cheeks. Diano dabbed a tissue on his face. He felt a strong attraction towards Andy at that very moment.
Peeking out of a window, as the snow slowly melts after a dreary blizzard, it’s hard not to be hopeful – optimistic, even.
HIV and other STD's target gay and bisexual men more than any other section of the society due to unprotected means of anal sex
Her love had ended, for her lover she was now obsolete;
For mine had begun, O! the beauty, the seductress, the woman across the street.
"I'd hide my face when they hit me." Andy laughed. "But I was stronger than them in studies. I had good grades and I was better at arts too."
So I asked the only person I trusted - Google. After some hours of investigation, I now knew that it's not a "disease" as some people believed it to be.
hm..so what exactly happens when a erm..reeally-late-bloomer tries to make up for the lost time..
"Yes! Samuel said the maid would be here soon," Andy smiled. "She comes once a week, only on Sundays. I'm glad she's coming in today."
I am writing this to share a poem she wrote to me once, when we were together madly in love, for beautiful 4 years before she left me for a man.
Shortly before 3 p.m., the cab pulled up in front of a building that didn't look well-maintained from outside. Patches of black mould covered the white paint on the outer walls. Some of the windows needed repairing.
“Nope, you are no Harry Potter, you could never face Voldemort and I did see you evolve from a tiny little egg dear” thank you for breaking it to me
Diano felt tired when he woke up after a few hours of disturbed sleep. The weather had worsened. Even at 11 a.m., he couldn't see much outside the window.
I used to hold on to hope before, but now I have to slow down every few steps because I walk with what feels like the burden of hopelessness of the world.