the muse of ludovicus

So here I am, sixty some odd days into my new life as a non-smoker. To say it has been a rollercoaster ride would be an understatement...to say I've never felt better simply doesn't convey what is going on physically. Eh, up lah, tis too right to say that for the first time in a long time I feel very much alive.

Of course I cannae leave without musing on me new boyfriend...aye he is indeed Gregory the great-right now I refuse to say much for I am way too sappy happy and other such sickly sweet things to be of any interest to anyone other than he and I, so boy, shush!

Yesterday, I had the PlEaSuRe of meeting his mother and father. They were nice enough, but the mother was very distant and cold...ultimately she hates the fact that we are gay and happier than she ever has been. I do hope that someday she can embrace who we are and what we have chosen to become together. If she can't, that is her loss, not ours.

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