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Thanksgiving’s coming, and I have no butt hair or exposed cock stories to tell.

This is the first Thanksgiving that J and I will be spending away from family.  We have some friends that are doing the hosting thing this year.  We’re preparing ourselves for when our parents inevitably kick off.

I had this thought the other day.  J and I, most of the time, end our calls with mutual “I love you”s.  He does it because he’s a sap.  I do it because I think, “What if I get in a deadly car crash on the way home.  I want him to always remember that I loved him while he’s tricking with guys fifteen years his junior after I’m gone.”  Not really, but that is part of the reasoning…the car crash part, not the from-the-grave guilt part.  After four years of doing it, I realized that’s a pretty fucked up reason for saying “I love you.”