Day by day,
week by week,
month by month,
they float away from me;
all the things that have
seemed so important
in my life are slowly
losing importance.
First my colleagues,
then my profession,
my sexuality,
my passion
and my pride.
Each day that goes by,
my interest in my art
and my writing fades
with the realization
that none of them
will matter on the day
after I leave this world.
The knowledge I gathered
and the skills I acquired
during my brief time here:
the differences between Goudy and Garamond,
the value of contrast in graphic design,
how to repack and adjust wheel bearings on an car,
the right way to hold dagger brush to paint a smooth pin stripe,
how to compose a good photograph,
or how to synchronize dual SU carburetors.
All arcane information and skills
of no use to anyone but me.
I'm just a gigolo...
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OK. The truth be told, I guess I was a gigolo at one time.
I wasn't trying to be. But a woman I had sex with paid me for my time. It
started cuz I missed w...
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