Tell me folks, how could I not have chosen my Day to Celebrate the end of my Year of Celibate at a place called 'Adam's Peak'? as most of you know, I have spent one intentional year, 'uninvolved', spurred by the passing of Michael (Jackson), the torrential state of this world, the erupting curiousity to uncode the other half of my genetic me, the desire to see where i'd fly, paddle or waddle to without considering a partners' wishes, needs or IEPs or DMIIIs or Vs...and well, nothing like a pesky little skin virus to keep me honest as well. so, with my rucksack upon my wimpy back supported by my ever-growing spurs of ab muscles, I heave-ho'ed on daunting public transportation to said ironic 'Peak'. luckily, nothing phallic about it. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Adam is its Christian
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