Drunk and coaxed to want what until then seemed wholly out of the question, the playful idea of some Tom-foolery seemed at the time a wondrous thing.
At breakfast and after we sat and talked, she/he who took me into her den, did defame me in a way not like anything thought as righteous, or like a want and of a delight. She/he admonished the manner of such stile of delight, as words sought to turn what was natural to nature from the ways of nature. There was this feeling eking from down deep that what happened was something too different. Soul-searching of self one had to ask, what of such feelings, was it a passioned love of being male that drove on the desired passions, and to appreciate being male with another male?
Listening to Jerry rave about what he knew and he had so experienced, his words seemed foreign to every taught lesson of what is and why it is, what it is!
Jerry saw in a face perplexed with concern from the vivid memories of the previous night, and of a sensed wish to seek out, to find anew what all this means to a life and lifestyle. So different in its comprehension of purpose, as if the one and only thought was to please only things self-serving. There was before last night so much more to life, and of what it held as possible conquests and rewards.
Listening to a rambling rant of one wholeheartedly thrilled with his own delight in self and a profound wish he were other of his actual gender, what he spoke of still seemed as Tom-folly gone wild.