You know how children have imaginary playmates? Well, for many years I have had an imaginary lover named Hank. He has seen me through many hard times in my SSM. I chose the name Hank because it just seems very solidly dependably masculine to me. I've never given him a face. He is just a square chest and biceps, frequently dressed in worn flannel. I've never actually fantasized about having sex with him. He is just sort of waiting around hoping that I'll dump my H so that he can build me a conservatory or chop some wood for a fire to cuddle in front of or grow a fantasy penis and put it to good use.
Am I pathetic or what? I'm as bad as all the guys with their 20 year old college girl fantasies.
"Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?" - Mary Oliver
