Gay Psychic Angel, who was perfect in every way except that his arms didn't work, I have felt guilty. I should have called -- I would have called -- except I kept imagining becoming his boyfriend, and being responsible for helping him eat and dress and use the bathroom -- how shallow!
So I decided that if I ever had such an opportunity again, I would go for it without hesitation.
The opportunity came in, of all places, at the Dork Den, a comic book store on the Plains.
I always feel out of place amid the fanboys and fantasy gamers, self-conscious about my age more than anything, so I rush in, get what I need, and rush out again. But on that Saturday afternoon in May 2015, there were two guys standing in front of the New Arrival rack.
One was a hefty, bearded bear in his 40s. He was picking up titles and showing them to his friend, who was small, slim, in his 20s.
And had cerebral palsy.
The rest of the story is too risque for Boomer Beefcake and Bonding. You can read it on Tales of West Hollywood.