Sunday, January 25, 2004. The first warm day of spring. And, it was a Saturday. I was eager to work the garden. Barbara and I had planted and tended together. My work would be a labor of love, preparing the. The smells of the rich earth, the feel of the dirt in my hands, the warmth. Of the sun on my back, were healing and reinvigorating. Barbara was thirty-one and I was twenty-three when we married. My friends thought I was crazy. Barbara what I hoped for in a wife.

I Need a Date With a Good Woman. Saturday, August 14, 2004. Ready? The shower I was going to use at my gym had a god damned condom in it. The gym is not for fucking! Then went and showered two stalls down.

Inspired by the journal of belle-de-jour, a london escort. The journal of a man who loves women and pays them for sex. Lundi, avril 12, 2004. This blog is now closed. I apologise sincerely to anyone who has been offended or upset by anything that has appeared here over the last few months. It was a love story. Find out more about Beau here. Drama Queen, Fag-Hag, JAP.