WWFMD
Kal-El was at this favorite spot on the beach just before sunrise as he was waiting for the waves to come. "Fat Bottomed Girls" was blaring out of his headphones. Listening to Queen before hitting the waves always made him feel better. He wanted to have the confidence of Freddie Mercury. He'd watched Mercury's performances and mimicked his strut in his bedroom.
Kal often wondered what would have happened if Mercury was still alive. Would he be touring still like Mick Jagger, or judging a horrid singing competition show? What he liked about Freddy the most was that he rejected societal norms. It was something Kal-El struggled with himself.
And with the current state of affairs he needed that confidence more than ever. Every day the country was getting closer to "The Purge". He'd started packing his things and stockpiling cash in anticipation of the move. He still wasn't sure if he was going to do it. He'd be leaving behind so many of his lovers. Like Gia. Could he just leave her behind, to fend for herself in the coming wars? Was he being a coward? What would Freddy do?
The waves broke just as "We Are the Champions" faded out. That was his cue to get into the water. Kal zipped up his wetsuit and waded into the ocean with his board.
For a month he did the same thing, each day he grew increasingly anxious. He'd told seven of his ten lovers that I was planning to leave. They understood but were cold towards him. Their role play took on an abrasive quality, but he kept calling and texting and calling because he needed the sex. Would he be able to get it like this in Paraguay?
Would he have to pretend to be "normal"? He listened to "Bicycle Race" and thought about Gia. WWFMD?
Kal often wondered what would have happened if Mercury was still alive. Would he be touring still like Mick Jagger, or judging a horrid singing competition show? What he liked about Freddy the most was that he rejected societal norms. It was something Kal-El struggled with himself.
And with the current state of affairs he needed that confidence more than ever. Every day the country was getting closer to "The Purge". He'd started packing his things and stockpiling cash in anticipation of the move. He still wasn't sure if he was going to do it. He'd be leaving behind so many of his lovers. Like Gia. Could he just leave her behind, to fend for herself in the coming wars? Was he being a coward? What would Freddy do?
The waves broke just as "We Are the Champions" faded out. That was his cue to get into the water. Kal zipped up his wetsuit and waded into the ocean with his board.
For a month he did the same thing, each day he grew increasingly anxious. He'd told seven of his ten lovers that I was planning to leave. They understood but were cold towards him. Their role play took on an abrasive quality, but he kept calling and texting and calling because he needed the sex. Would he be able to get it like this in Paraguay?
Would he have to pretend to be "normal"? He listened to "Bicycle Race" and thought about Gia. WWFMD?
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