Fucking Jesus, literally.
Batman, Spiderman, the Flash, and even Hilary Clinton. All great heroes have an origin story, full disclosure I am not a super hero (sorry about it), but I also have an origin story about going back to the dating world.
It was a dark cold night, and Mr. August and I were going to our favorite gay club, well the one we could afford. It was All Hallows Eve, and as always, ghouls roamed around, from Cruella De Ville to Hannibal Lecter, every character of dreams and nightmares was there. I was drinking, perhaps a little bit too much, and an Asian Jesus caught my eye, I was not prepared to go and talk to him, thankfully my friend pushed me towards him, the chemistry was immediate and he asked if I wanted to go home with him. I mean, How could I say no? Who gets to fuck an Asian Jesus? I was quite happy and the sex was great if a little surrealist, it was Mickey from Fantasia giving it to Jesus. But something weird happened, for the first time, when dawn came, I went outside and felt a little empty doing the walk of shame, normally I take in stride, but this time it was different, it was at this moment that I realized, something had to change, and well, it did.
