I am sure there is at least one person who thinks my blog is made up. If I read my blog, or my life story, I would think that it was made up.
Mitch, the 64 year old man who I had sex with in Baltimore, is applying to become a priest.
He read me his essay.
I don't know what to say, except if he is ordained, I will have the privledge of saying I had sex with a priest (by choice)
You cant make this stuff up