Well, plan A hasn't worked out so well over the long haul, has it.
After a handful of sane wives, a whole bunch of mostly semi-crazy gf's, I'm done.
The many positives are buried by the mountains of negatives.
So I reckon it's time for plan B. A bit of mental adjustment and Bob's your uncle, I reckon.
I get on well with guys. No insidious, recurring bullshit.
But I suppose I have things to learn. This place is crawling with poofs, else can someone point me to gay-school.
Sex is sex. Just some mental adjustments to be done. That I can do.