The act was a clear signal that the logistics were complete. Gay sex The act was a clear signal that the logistics were complete. But things that would shock you. This was swiftly followed by a tender slideshow of my sister, the first grandchild and bride-to-be, growing up, soundtracked by Van Morrison’s “Brown Eyed Girl.” Then came a boisterous collection featuring the first generation of kids—my dad and his sisters—captured as rowdy children and rebellious teens, with Madness’s “Our House” blaring.I knew every song by name and artist. Go to sleep.”I felt Dad’s face against my back, his mustache scratching lightly. And I still want to, with other guys, I mean. I tried desperately not to get a boner, but it was useless; it stiffened almost immediately.“Dad,” I began, shifting slightly, “remember when I was a kid and we’d go for long drives and listen to old music and talk?”“Yup,” he murmured, his voice soft.“And I would talk the whole time and tell you everything, and I guess it was because we were both looking forward, not at each other?”“That was kind of the point,” he said, a note of understanding in his tone.“I’m going to talk now and you need to stay facing forward.
