MY UNDYING LUST IS A CURSE...

Have you ever felt the true essence of LUST? I have. Let me explain...

There's this maintenance worker at my job who until this day, has me seriously perplexed and flummoxed as to what his sexuality may be. I don't find this guessing game very amusing as I'm an impatient person by nature, so frankly, I'm running out of patience with my sneaking suspicion...

Although I consider myself the object of someone else's affection, I find myself glaring at this dude with lustful abandon. Call it primal nature, call it just plain horny, call it what you will. I just can't deny the fact that I'm feeling an alarm call directly in my groin. Sure, I walk the streets of NY with my eyes open (just like everyone else) so it's inevitable that I'm going to come across another who's as attractive and personable as I, but there's just this special something about... um... let's call him Jose.

After the children in my class leave for the day, I descend to the lobby of my school and sit at the reception desk to catch up on unfinished paperwork from earlier in the day. I occasionally answer the phone and find myself lingering around with the psychotic notion that I'll catch a glimpse of this hot, latin mother effer as he walks passed me (in slow motion no less) with mop in hand, and a full side-view of his upper thighs and ass. Yes. It's theatrical for me. Don't hate.

Needless to say, lust is something that is completely and utterly uncontrollable in the life of a gay man. Sure, many gays marry and manage to maintain monogamous throughout their relationships, but I on the other hand like to explore the plantation. The plantation of men.

As I press on and try to find solice in my semi-relationship with another (I love you pa), the testing of my will is straining and earth-shattering. Help me Lord...