West Hollywood is the place where we met.
I was so into you.
I was being extra in your apartment, yelling out the window and saying hello to passerbys.
We bonded over your story of being arrested and being put into the drunk tank.
You told me you were a fucking savage and clawed and fought like crazy until you sobered up in the tank.
I admired that.
A man who can fight but also ride my face and bond over hatred of abusive systems is my kink.
I wish I could have taken you out somewhere and be your arm candy for an evening.
Being harassed by the police is relatable and being next to a man who can get vulnerable and communicate in a healthy manor is enough to make me wanna be in your arms again.
