id the odd private contract now and again, but being a kind of new-age house-wife was less stressful. No, gainfully un-employed suited him better for now. It saved yea

folk. Then followed a couple of new definitions like 'metro-sexual' which allowed ostensibly 'straight' men the freedom to be comfortable while dressed in funky styles, experiment with perfumes, skin care products, make-up and nail varnish and even carry – um, man-bags. Everything available for the – um, liberated modern man. That in a nut-shell more-or-less describes our friend Dorian – a guy with far too much good taste and style and s

g 'La Femme' magazine, he had a pretty good view of the back of Atro City University across an a

the sound of his partner'

olling his eyes and draining his glass. "Find another on

-plan kitchen, dropping his c

d-aids?" He

the bathroom that Tim was rummaging in. He'd dropped his t-shirt into the laundry already, and was standing with his back to him. He turned round and they embraced,

g him a good view of his feminine feature

winced suddenly f

ory's weakness was his misconception that his rear end was ove

ithdrew his slender hand from Tims' hair, now wet with h

creds in a card game

nice soothing shower and perhaps a nice relaxing evening with

the m

an it always came back to the material things. And no matter what, sometimes it was never enough. "

nds. 'That's quite alright', he muttered under his breath. 'Do it myself.' A few minutes later he returned to the lounge area, to find Dorian relaxing

ce was pressed against him. Her brown locks snaked across him, as did one slender arm. Pa

out his gender or sexual orientation. Not really. At least, not until he met Dory. He was comfortable and for the most part, he was happy with Dory. They'd been together for two years now. He had girlfriends – real girlfriends – before Dory, and had never intentionally fallen for her, but sometimes crazy things just happen. O