glibly made in the past between being alone and being lonely all too
rapidly becomes academic. It's a rite of passage no less traumatic than
being a teenager, though one which receives rather less attention than
the Albanian trade figures and one which isn't helped by the incessant
demands of my alarm watch and that box of pills.
"So get a dog" they advise. "You get to meet all kinds
of people when you have a dog". Right again, but I'd sooner get rabies.
Meanwhile I go on looking for that lissom lovely who's into older men
and has legs that go all the way up to heaven. He's out there, I know
he's out there; he isn't phased by HIV, flatulence or the ritual of popping
anti-retrovirals and above all, he knows all about inner beauty - even
if his eyesight isn't exactly perfect.
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