Wednesday, July 23, 2008   I haven't had sex in a month. Not for
lack of drive nor lack of boys, but for lack of Tommy. He's...
not perfect, now, but he's a lot of what I could want in a man.
He's smart, funny, geeky, tough, responsible, affectionate as
hell, and a sick bastard. Even though he's in Boston now, we
talk all the time and it always makes me happy.  The word we've
been using is "schmoop." Schmoop covers a lot--everything from
"call me when you've had a bad day" to "I'm going to tell you
exactly how cute you are and I won't take no for an answer" to
"let's just stay up late on the phone talking about nothing for
hours." Schmoop feels good.  And it just wouldn't feel right to
have sex with someone else now. Having Tommy find out about it
would make me feel horrible, and hiding it from Tommy would make
me feel horrible. I'm horny as hell, like always, but right now
I'm really only horny for Tommy. The sex we had a month ago was
rough and sweet and fucking amazing. Maybe I'm spoiled, but I
don't just