if I were to ever write my memoirs...
Stories of passion and deception,
hunting in lusty pursuits,
the heart agonizing over false notions of love.
Also the evolution of homosexuality over time in our society,
my personal point of view going back to the 70's...
We've sure come a long way!!
I remember [fondly] certain faces,
the odd name here and there,
the pain of the heart,
and the fashion faux-pas I've committed.
It might not be a romance novel,
but certainly an overview of male behavior...
Let's leave it at that!!
I'll die with my secrets,
still wanting for true love,
the elusive notion that there is one out there for me...
You know how cynical I can be,
so I won't say it.