Back in the closet.
I am struggling to maintain my sanity. The wife was away for two days and I slipped out of my closet and tried to play a bit. I managed one encounter with a gentleman in the park, and almost another last night. Unfortunately everything kept going wrong, and I was not able to take full advantage of my freedom. Still, I got all revved up and anxious.
Now she is home and I am having great difficulty getting back into my closet. I don't want to go back. I don't want to put away the sexy thong, and toys. I don't want to stop looking for men to sleep with. I cannot stay out of the closet no matter how much I want to, and so I sit here crying inside, desperately choking back the scream that would out me. I just want to be me, whatever that is.
Those of you who are lucky enough to be who you want to be, stop whining, confessing petty little nonsense, and get on with life. I will watch you with envy from my ironclad closet.