It makes me feel warm, cozy and loved. His gentle voice is so dulcet, it melts me and I can't think straight
anymore. People say that in terms of psychiatry, we're different because I'm a Jungian psychiatrist and he's a
Freudian psychiatrist. But that doesn't matter. What they don't know of is the intimate details of our relationship.
Nonetheless, we still love each other deeply, no matter what anyone else says. We've supported each other
emotionally since we were children and we still do that to this day. It can be a subtle remark, a gentle hug, a soft
pat on the shoulder, a sweet kiss. Even his presence alone can soothe me a great deal. I've heard him tell me that
I can soothe him as well. We need each other and we know it.
Perhaps, it may seem extremely cliched for gay men to like sleepovers, yet our sleepovers are very intimate,
very warm and not childish at all. The only childishness I've got is, well, my easily broken down heart, I guess.
Whenever we do sleepovers, there's always going to be warm blankets, covers, pillows and such. But it's not
just the physical warmth that we love. We love the emotional intimacy when we're doing this. It's not a rough,
burning hot intimacy like making love. But it's more intimate than our everyday interactions.
I can't think anymore at this point; Frasier has already got the blankets, the bed, our pillows and such ready.
I am about to fall asleep with him tonight again. But instead of sexual ecstasy, I will experience a more platonic
and genuinely warm rapture.
His dulcet, honeyed voice beckons me again, tonight, as I surrender to his love.