It would be difficult to frame our relationship without misconstrued elements of homosexuality being present. We live in a culture that thrives on friendship and mutual presence yet, given the current societal state, it borders on the impossible to communicate what it means, to give it definition without hints of effeminate or outright deviant tones. Women are given to addressing their others as girlfriends, yet the same by no means applies to men; curious isn't it? We are the boys after all; the guys; men. We aren't given to such lofty notions as companionship, we don't seek out someone to communicate the troubles of the world, we grab a fellow at the bar, at the party, in class etc ad infinum, then discuss matters of utmost importance: beer, women, drugs, sports. The general consensus is that if the subject at hand isn't somehow tied to one of those four, we are at a loss, incapable of communication until the prior subjects resume. The sick sad fact of the matter is I have found myself in that very loop more times than I really care to acknowledge.
I threw the cord into the backseat of my car, pondering its future. Will a home be provided or will it simply be caught in the same loop of being owned and re-owned until he no longer has a use, then left to rot, but never really die. I feel a chuckle well up but only allow a smirk to surface. I can't help but wonder back to the topic of manliness. Is that what I did it? Was it simply an extension of my own sodalital senses?