Sunday, April 24, 2022

I dream of Sven



Even though I am painfully hetrosexual, I used to dream of a guy named Sven, who lived in a safe and stable polyamorous relationship with me and the wife, which was great, because we all lived in San Francisco where Sven was working in a tech company and paying our way with his easy going work, leaving all three of us to enjoy the cinemas and cake shops and comic stores of the greater Bay Area. 

It was always a bit disappointing to wake up, but the wife always thought it sounded sensible when I mentioned it. It was fucking bliss, man. What a life.

I haven't had the dream one single time since the kids came along, but I'm still looking for you, Sven. I'm still looking.

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