I met a wonderful man this summer. In June, I returned to the states after studying in France. I did so just in time for Pride. I was surrounded by my longest and closest friends and they introduced me to their newest and dearest. I met a wonderful man. In between being drunk at the parade and being drunk at the bars that night, I needed a nap. He was on the hotel bed. And we were surrounded by those friends--one of those was Alex--one of my longest and closest--the one who was dating Chase--the one on the bed. Chase and I discussed western art music composers. His favorites were the Mighty Five--Balakirev, Cui, Mussorgsky, Borodin and Rimsky-Korsakov. My favorites were anything 19th Century. We didn't sleep. We talked. Pride ended and we talked more. He lived three hours away but we talked everyday. Phone calls, texts, myspace. We quickly loved each other. Trusted each other. We were apart of each other. Alex and Jacob are roommates. Jacob and I meet each other while partying. We are gods together. I love him greatly. A night with Jacob usually ends with me and another amazing man. For three of those nights, it's been Alex. Amazing sex. Eyes closed or open amazing. Our body, lips, words tightly wrapped around each other. As regular as a cig after sex, Chase calls. He knows when I have sex. He doesn't know it is with Alex. I want them both. But more. I want this to be transparent. I want us all to have each other.