Thursday, April 6th 2006
The Hag in the Middle
Where do I begin? At the beginning I guess. Johnny and I met through some mutual friends when we were about 15. We began some crazy times together that we now look back at and laugh. All I know is that we had fun and we loved life. I had no desire to be in a relationship with any males and Johnny was perfect to be with. My mother had no problems with him sleeping over at my house. I questioned her about that and she said it was because he was gay. I set out to prove her wrong and failed miserably. I spent many nights sleeping in his bed with him only to fall asleep to wonderful cinema like “The Coaches Boys” and like. I could never quite figure out why he never woke up with an erection when we had our slumber parties. And why did he always leave me alone while he ran away to the bathroom with the cordless phone and the local Scene magazine? Hmmm… Being raised by Queens, you would think I knew better. I hang my head in shame when I admit that I was in denial. Not that I wanted a sexual relationship with this man. I just hated being wrong. I know there was many a hag before me and after me that tried to convert Johnny, but alas, I was just the Hag in the middle. I should have listened to my mom.
xoxo mara (f*ck face)
