Those of you who read my TMI post may have followed the comments, in which I revealed the details of a nightmare involving Joel, my gorgeous hunka hunka burning love echo tech friend. I had not one but two horrid dreams involving sexual frustration and, um, disgust. In the least awful of the two, Joel & I kissed and he was so repulsed by me that he threw up during the kiss. I guess I didn't have enough insecurity in my waking world so my subconscious decided to pile on the self-doubt and loathing. Ni-i-ice.
I saw Joel on Saturday night and just to set the record straight (no pun intended), not only did he kiss me, but he kissed me thoroughly. Let me say to all the educated and well bred gay men out there who possess a keen sense of humor and are gainfully employed, health conscious and love to dance: Run, don't walk, to Rainbow Cattle Company each weekend until you find Joel. He kisses mighty, mighty fine.
There's only one man I know whose kisses leave me happily breathless, but Joel mi amor, you are a close second.