They then strapped me to a gurney and carried me away sobbing from my love to be washed, strapped into a bed, fed intravenously, and sedated.While I w...as still strapped into the bed, they told me that they had seen me fuck the being via a remote camera they had placed in the hemisphere and heard my continuous howls of ecstasy even muted as they were by the nutrient fluid. They told me that my objectivity had been compromised and that they would find somebody else. Two days after that, I was on a. We were having sex more now than we had been having before our problem. The divorce became final and we both decided that was okay.Things seemed to be going fine. I got a promotion at work and Lisa accepted that I had to travel occasionally. Then one evening Lisa called me and said that she was going on a date with another man. I objected but Lisa said, "After all we are not married anymore and I think we both need to date other people to make sure that if and when we get together permanently. And unlike the stories on FM,I was not confident AT ALL that Mother would be ok with it. No, I hadno reason to think that she would be anything other than freaked out.And Mother being freaked out that her son was wearing her things wasdefinitely NOT the kind of embarrassment I was fantasizing about.What saved me was the internet. Once I learned how to surf the web, andonce I had the courage to type in a few key search words, I discovered awhole world, including, most importantly,. He was smart and sensitive. He knew howto handle himself. And I also knew he enjoyed painting his toe nails, andlanguishing in bubble baths with candles and champagne. I respected him, Iprobably loved him - god knows I had a lot more cause to love him than mostmembers of my family - he was more like a brother to me than my own fleshand blood.I knew then, and know now, that I'm a straight man - I desire women. Idefine my sexuality in how I negotiate the lust I have for women, mycuriosity about.