Day one
I am on the plane and I am wet. I am thinking about sex while being extremely aware that I’m probably not going to be having sex for … awhile. Gay sex is all I can think about. I am above 10,000 feet and I should almost certainly be thinking about anything besides gay sex.
I try to think about walking. My hiking app says I will be gaining 3000 feet in the first few miles of the AZT. I haven’t trained at all. I almost exercised less than usual, in protest. I will surrender. This is who I am in the year of our lord, 2024. Today is a lunar eclipse. I am forty years old. I want to get fucked. Instead I will walk. I am unprepared.
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