Displaced

It's easy to feel displaced when you are.

Our home is being remodelled. The works were scheduled to finish tomorrow. That deadline is blown, most likely by three or four weeks. There was no way we could have lived on site during the build. The place was gutted, completely.

We had offers: friends who wanted to put us up in their homes, on their sofas, in some cases in their beds. To give ourselves some sense of stability, we opted to rent a small room in a shared house. We're in our 40's, living with strangers for the first time since university. It's not easy. You never know when there's going to be a key in the door.

"Yeah, harder, yeah, c'mon, oh God! YES! Shit! Shit, shit, shit! Someone's coming!"

And it's not us.

Adult men need regular sex. Adult gay men especially. I'm walking like John Wayne. A time bomb, ready to explode.