SP and I have been seeing each other for a week now. We’ve known each other for over a month and in that time I have been staggered by how honest and open he is, and how natural it feels for me to tell him stuff.

Unlike previous relationships, I just don’t feel the need to be someone who I’m not. I don’t feel that I have to hide any part of me…even those parts that I hate the most.

I’m also bowled over by how much we laugh at things.

Earlier tonight while SP and I were chatting, I felt this bubbling, rising need in me to confess something to him. Something that some of my friends know about, but something that has caused some people to ‘lose all their respect' for me when I admitted it.

I felt a bit seedy, a bit dirty, and I really wasn’t that sure how SP’d take it. Truth be known, I was more than a little concerned that he may react badly. But I threw caution to the wind;

PPQ: Errrm, SP?

SP: Yes PPQ?

PPQ: I have a confession to make

SP: Uh huh. Is it scary?

PPQ: Scary? No...you wanna hear?

SP: Yeah, shoot

PPQ: Errm...well....I....errr.....I have a penchant for ginger boys

SP: Oh

PPQ: You want to disown me then?

SP: No....You want me to dye me hair?!


And for those curious cats out there, no I don’t want him to dye his hair, but god.....laugh? I nearly wet my pants!

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