Here is today’s second post.
Last weekend, when asked whether I was still with N.T., that guy I was with before, my friend A.N. replied, “no, they broke up so N.T. could go be a twink again.”
This is exactly true.
However, when one is approaching thirty, as both N.T. and I are, it becomes more and more difficult to maintain twinkhood.
In honor of this phenomenon (and out of bitterness at N.T.), my friend B.N. and I have written the following little poem:
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
Never mind how old you are.
Starry, starry little twink,
Pour yourself another drink.
Get yourself a sugar dad.
Close your eyes. It’s not so bad.