Complicated Gay Love

Every cup of coffee I consume Here alone in this quiet room Every memory I recall Your picture is on the wall Is this what lonely feels like? Looking out the window Every car drives on by I wonder / Is it you? I miss my old guitar Is this what lonely feels like? This is a new love song But I won't know how it sounds Until I write the music For these heart-felt lyrics  Is this what lonely feels like? Every cup of coffee I consume Here alone in this quiet room I hope I have a new guitar Next time you're at my door  Is this what lonely feels like? I remember every memory What it's like to be lonely The good times I recall Your picture on the wall Should I try to forget? Is this what lonely feels like? I wrote a new love song For my lonely heart To keep me company While we are apart Every cup of coffee I consume Alone in this quiet room Missing my old guitar I wonder where you are I can't wait to play it Is this what lonely feels like? Every memory I recall Your picture on ...

I just found this video uploaded to Bitchute. You talk about your YouTube channel. So here I am.  I didn't have to come out because everybody somehow knew. But I discovered I was gay when I was about 13. I watched re-runs and noticed for the first time the hot shirtless guy. Now I'm 58. When I was 39, I came out in a newspaper when I was running for political office. 3 years earlier, when I ran for a lower office, my boyfriend at the time accompanied me to the candidate forums. He was more flamboyant than me. So it wasn't a secret at all. When I was 40, I met my current boyfriend. He is married with grown children and grandchildren. He's in the closet but does things that would get him found out. I tell him, if you haven't been busted yet, that means everybody knows and just not saying anything. As many risks as he's taken with me. We've had ups and downs. Sorta broke up this spring with an open relationship. My guilt of having erectile dysfunction from pros...

Christmas means I miss you I have kisses to give you A simple gift Something to lift your spirits To a heavenly delight When I'm away on holy night Maybe a Hallmark card That speaks to your heart I'll write in the margins What you mean to me I miss you / I need you I want you / I love you I'm saving your present For the new year When I see you again My Darling My Dear Christmas means I miss you A box of kisses to give you The best present I can think of Time together filled with love Christmas means I miss you I have kisses to give you.

Steve Grand's YouTube Channel For the season another sexy gay music video. It's pop music, not country. As he explains in an interview, people call it country because of the imagery: beer, trucks, flags, patriotism.

The 16 Personalities My boyfriend and I complement each other. INFP & INFJ. Our personalities overlap. He's an avid reader and enjoys the poetry I create. A crowded bar drives me crazy. So I have better luck on the slow nights. He likes the attention. The reason I like to set the next date at the end of the current date is to build trust. The more I keep my promises, the more you trust me. The more you love me. The hotter the sex. Every detail serves a greater purpose. But my boyfriend likes to play it by ear. Of course all people have all personality traits at one time or another. So Myers-Briggs is a fuzzy approximation of an individual's personality. Fuzzy like the dreams analyzed by Carl Jung. The 16 personality matrix is based on Jung's work. Me: INFJ -- Diplomat -- Advocate Quiet. Mystical. Inspiring. Tireless idealist. My boyfriend: INFP -- Diplomat -- Mediator Poetic. Kind. Altruistic. There are 16 personality types. That's slicing the pie awfully thin. Some...

I take you somewhere ecstatic Where you would feel fantastic But something wasn't right You said I was acting too nice Too sensitive Too beta You're a great communicator So I had to pivot in an instant Sometimes tough is what you need Sometimes rough is what you crave Now I know how to behave A tighter grip on the arms than typical A brighter spank on the ass than usual We both know I'm a nice guy So it's all role play Crude and rude the things I say Sometimes a sensitive guy is nice That's not what you need tonight I had to pivot in an instant Rough and tumble for a minute Ecstatic and fantastic Sweet lover and communicator I got it Rough and tough for a minute I had to pivot in an instant  Take it all the way to the limit Set a new record I got it.

Dear Lover Scoot on over Lay your head on my shoulder Let's watch a romantic movie Something soft and groovy Hold hands on the couch Cuddle until we pass out Lay your head on my shoulder And cry During the sad breakup No one says goodbye I squeeze you in a warm embrace You feel safe in this cozy place Scoot on over For a kiss / For a hug Share with me this moment forever Until the couple get back together Dear Lover Scoot on over Lay your head on my shoulder.

Wake me up if I get drunk And fall asleep in my truck I'll be ready to make love I'm saving my energy For someone who's loving me I'm not so much asleep As I'm hibernating  Resting and passing time For you I'm simply waiting For the moment I make you mine My love is hibernating Like the spring day When you arrive Again I will awake My body will tingle with delight Likely I will wake up When I feel the sun Which in this dream is you I'll be ready to make love Wake me up Whether day or night When you desire delight If you want my love Wake Me Up.

Where my heart resides It's hard to find Loving you is a state of mind Drive a hundred miles Through a thousand smiles  Take a left then a right here Sudden panic attack Emergency You made it back When you caress Altered consciousness Panic attack Touch the neck then the thigh Loving you is not a real place It's a state of mind Love is deaf Love is blind It's a place that's hard to find Where the stars light up the sky Where the bar serves up wine The place is not well-defined  It's where my heart resides Loving you is a state of mind Take a left then a right If you get lost Don't panic The place is hard to find Loving you is a state of mind.

I was minding my own business Thinking my own thoughts I saw you in the parking lot You started walking toward me So decisively How we met I can't forget How we stay together I can't remember How we met is easy to recall How we get along so well Is harder to explain I can't quite remember Why we're still together Maybe it's magic Maybe a spell Something transparent Maybe a miracle  To jog my memory So I can tell my story Why we're still together Let me try to remember It has to be more than sweet kisses More than blind hope and wishes More than holding hands in public More than touching you in secret How we met is not important How we stay together When the skies bring bad weather When times are worse than ever Please jog my memory Why we stay together Is it my honesty sincerity integrity Is it my ability to suffer austerity My reliability Or just my availability How we met I can't forget Why we're still together I can't quite remember Maybe you can ...