Blonde Guys

Again, I’m sure I could find a more ‘perfect’ example: this was all alone in a folder of an old computer.

I had no idea what a fixation I had with blonde hair until a friend told me he’d never seen me cruising anything but blonde guys. That was hardly true. But I guess some invisible cultural conditioning has caused me to take the most pleasure in blonde, pale and frail.

That never bore any relation to the reality of who I slept or fell in love with.

I’m just as trite as the next guy.