Meek, well-behaved, and obedient.
No. . . .
It's not like that. . .
Every time I see those blood-like things spurting out from the body of the spirit, I am so excited that I can't help myself. . .
Like an addiction, I crave it so much.
As you can feel from this passage, I am not a docile, well-behaved, inarticulate boy next door, I am just a despicable hypocrite.
My longings and desires can only live in the darkness under the sun, surging and struggling to come out.
If. . . What will I do if one day I can no longer suppress those desires? What will become of me? Those people, them. . . How will you look at me again?
And you, will you still stand beside me as you did when we first met? . .