My Shiny Little Seductress


He was, by no means, a fragile man. His unkempt blonde hair sat on a frame that easily filled a doorway. Muscle striations and bulbous veins pushed up against his sun-darkened skin, turning the landscape of his arms into a organic relief map. While his physical prowess captured the eyes of women, along with the envy of men; it masked an emotional storm within. He felt shame with each thought towards his obsession. He would see his love sitting on the kitchen counter; waiting to darken his toast each morning. He knew there is no love stronger than between a man and his toaster. “I shall see you after work, my shiny friend,” he said as he left for work. But would the world ever understand?

About drewster55

This blog will not give you a shiny, full head of hair, but it will provide a glimpse into the mind of a 40-something male who has a penchant for family life, science, nursing, education, coffee, and pop culture.
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