Jake and Jessie Split Up

Jake let it slip that his real name is Josh.

“Josh, your real name is Josh?” questioned Jessie.

“Yes,” said Jake, er, Josh.

“Why have you never told me this before?” said Jessie.

“Oh, I don’t know, I just prefer Jake.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, no big deal.”

“No big deal,” exclaimed Jessie. “What your real name is, is no big deal?” said Jessie.

“No,” said Jake.

“No!” repeated Jessie incredulously.

“I don’t know why you are getting all bent out of shape over this,” said Jake.

“Jake isn’t your real name? You are telling me this after we have been going out for years. And you don’t know why I am getting all bent out of shape, as you put it?”

“No.” Jake shrugged.

“I didn’t know your real name,” Jessie wailed.

“Jess.” Jake reached out to Jessie.

Jessie pushed him away. “Don’t touch me.”

“Oh, come on Jess, what’s the big deal?”

“What’s the big deal?”

“Yeah,” said Jake.

“What else don’t I know about you?”

“Nothing.”

“How do I know that?”

“Because I am telling you.”

“Seriously, Jake. Oh sorry, Josh.”

Jess.” Jake reaches out to her again.

“No.” Jessie holds up her hands. “I can’t be near you right now.” Jessie picked up her things and left.

“Jess,” said Jake. “You can’t be serious?”

And Jessie and Josh split up. Just like that.

Over a misunderstanding? They argued? Truth is, they had drifted apart

Drugs are not good for your sex life as a couple. Drugs take you up to greater heights, amazing heights, mindboggling highs and hot hot sex together.

The problem is, you start looking for those highs all the time. You want that mind boggling, teeth chattering fuck every time you screw, but you don’t get it, of course you don’t, and sex can seem a bit dull after that. Ho hum. And you become friends, and there is nothing wrong with being friends, in fact, it is so much better in so many ways, but it doesn’t feel like it once you have had nirvana. 

It makes it all feel like, what is the point really. I want that, with you, but I’m not getting it and, well, um, what can you do.

Well, that’s what forlorn Jake would tell anyone who would listen.

Jake and Jessie used to party with us, they were a part of our dance party group.

Cam and Sebastian, Matt and I, Andy and Frankie, and Jake and Jessie we all used to party together. Cam and Sebastian were bros, straight bros, they were always together, best mates. They used to pick up girls at gay dance parties. Andy and Frankie had been together longer and they were the ones who introduced us to the whole drug thing. Jake and Jessie had been going out for 4 years, perhaps. And there was Matt & me.

We felt sorry for Jake, he was really devastated when Jess dumped him, over what he thought was nothing. His real name.

Jessie and Jake really took to E’s and dancing like the rest of us. Jessie especially. She used to work Jake over something fierce the day after we’d all been out dancing. I mean, Jake was into it, don’t get me wrong. The two of them were hot together. And then suddenly they weren’t.

Jake was devastated.

 

Gorgeous

I slept with twins once, Caleb and Callum, they were nice boys.

Identical they are, only their mother can tell them apart.

There was certainly a sense of deja vu about the whole thing,

as I am guessing you can well imagine.

We were a 'thing' there for a time, the three of us,

but only for a short time, it's not really socially acceptable,

you know, brothers and all. But it was fun while it lasted.

And they were truely twins in every sense of the word,

you know, just in case you were wondering.

Nice guys, uninhibited, as I assume you have guessed.

And the best thing was that I was the centre of attention,

which I didn't mind, not one little bit.

I miss them, they were lovely. Full of puppy energy, 

20 something year olds, the three of us. 

There was no stopping us once we got going.

Remember those days? Blush. Those boys were fun.

It was a fantasy, in the middle of which I suddenly found myself.

I remember thinking at one dance party once, when all of our E's were kicking in, and Caleb took one hand, and Callum took the other hand, and they led me onto the hot and sweaty, heaving dance floor, how the hell did I end up in this? I mean, I liked it, and all, it was far too much fun, and there I was, with two identical guys who only had eyes for me. (behind my hand whispering) and each other. Kind of. With encouragement.

It was? I mean? Hard to put into words. It was, I imagine, what it would feel like to be picked up by a tornado, spun around and then deposited back down some place, still spinning. It really was.

We went to dance parties in our undies. We drove down to Wye River for the weekends. We flew to Sydney for Mardi Gras. We went drinking at the pub and played pool until late. We went on picnics. We went to carnival. We bought puppies. We holidayed on the Greek Islands and hung out naked on the beaches. We videoed ourselves doing it.

Guys admired us. Wanted to be us. Asked endless questions about how it worked. Of course, there were people who didn’t approve, of course there were. Some people were even hostile, but they were in the minority and we just avoided those types as best we could.

I could even tell them apart in the end. Callum had a certain spark in his eye. Callum’s smile was different.

It was the best 3 years of my life.

Just Horsing Around, You Know, Like Boys Do

I knew the Phillips boys down at Wye River. Harry and Joe. Harry was 2 minutes older. Or was that Joe who was 2 minutes older? I’m not sure now. They were always arguing about which one was the older, it was their stick, so how could anyone else be sure.

They were a couple of bleach blond surfer boys if ever there were. They were really good surfers. In their black wetsuits and with wet hair it was impossible to tell them apart.

Harry was described as the psychopath, and Joe as the quiet one, by their mother. That’s how their mother described them. Even if Joe wasn't all that much quieter than Harry, it was a matter of degree.

They would end up wrestling each other on the sand, as they would run, or surf. They were very physical with each other. They were always horsing about.

They were kind of my first introduction to the twin thing, certainly the adult guy twin thing. I went to primary school with girl twins who no one could tell apart, even their father allegedly.

I found Harry and Joe fascinating. They were identical, really like the same person, and I just loved watching the two of them. It is kind of mind boggling, in a sense. You know, like motion sickness, that your eyes are telling you something different to what your brain is telling you.

I used to spend summers down at Wye. Mum and dad had a beach house down there, oh, they still do, actually. Funny how when you have an adult life you speak about things of your parents in the past tense, even if they still have those things.

One of my favourite moments in life was a sun shower on the beach at Wye, where it was hot and sunny and it suddenly poured with rain, and the shafts of bright sunlight shone through the rain. I will always remember that day as something magical.

Cowboy

Cowboy says: OMG – we haven't caught up forever! How are you, Blake?

Blake says: I'm good. You?

Cowboy says: great thanks. Starting to feel quite at home in Melbourne now.

Cowboy says: is it time we caught up for another bottle of red?

Blake says: Melbourne’s the place in which to feel at home

Cowboy says: yep – so many bice men out there...

Blake says: Nice bi men?

Cowboy says: *nice

Blake says: yes. but bi?

Cowboy says: not bice :) Ha ha.

Blake says: just nice men?

Cowboy says: that is what I am saying.

Blake says: How about tonight? I’ve got a couple of bottles of red.

Cowboy says: Cool. See you soon.

Blake: Looking forward to it.

Blake: We’ll get out of it and drunk fuck.

Cowboy: I can’t wait. Taking my undies off as I type.

Blake: You know that will get me there.

Cowboy: Come over then, you know where I live.

Blake: Do you want me to bring anything?

Cowboy: No, just your handsome self.

Blake: Easy, I got that to go.

Cowboy: Okay. I’ve missed you.

Blake: You didn’t have to miss me.

Cowboy: see you soon.

Matty Matt

Matt left this note pinned to my front door when I got home.

Dream a little Dream of me...

say night night and

kiss me.

But in your dreams – whatever they be...

dream a

little dream

of

me.

He drew stars and a sun and her lips red and full. I wanted to kiss them, as I slid the key in the lock, I suddenly felt frivolous and giddy. I suddenly felt light on my feet, as though the pure fresh air had lifted me up, joyously. I suddenly felt warm and tingly.

Into the shadows of the house, no lights on, no one to say welcome home babe, no one to smile and take me in their arms.

I felt that chill of strength, when you are on your own, but you feel perfectly at ease.

I felt strong, wings of steel. Nothing could hurt me. Nothing could trouble me now.

I felt adored.