Justify

Cancer? You must be fucking kidding me. I mean there are lots of things that start with C out there that I’ve had and liked. You know like cocks, cumming, Cosmos, and you better not tell a fucking soul I said that, but I never ever in my worst mood thought I’d have cancer.

And not just any old Cancer. Fuck no, I’m Brian Kinney for Christ’s sake, I have to have testicular cancer. For those of you out there confused by that big T word, it means my balls. Or just one of them. Like I can live without one. I mean, come on, I’m a fucking faggot; I need both of my nuts.

A queer without all of his equipment might as well be a straight man cause he sure the fuck ain’t gonna get some guy to suck him off with only one ball. And well, as you know Theodore, I like getting sucked off.

“Why the fuck are you confiding in me, Brian? I mean you don’t even really like me.”

I can’t believe you fucking just said that to me. Really if I didn’t like you, you sure the fuck wouldn’t be working at my agency or even breathing in the same atmosphere as me. Fuck Theodore, I like you more than I like most people. Ok, seriously, I just tolerate you because you are boring and I feel sorry for you.

Why am I telling you this? Maybe I really have a brain tumor and they thought I’d take it better if I believed it was just my balls. Well guess what you fucking pieces of shit; I’d rather lose my fucking frontal lobe than my goddamn nuts.

“Have you told Justin yet?”

Um, are you listening to me? I’m not telling Justin or anyone else for that matter. So keep your fucking big mouth shut or I’ll make you wish I really did hate you.

“Whatever you say, Bri.”

Fuck Theodore, you should be telling me how sorry you are and that I should rush right home and tell my boyfriend that I’m going to be less of a man any day now.

“Would it do any good if I did?”

Fuck no. I’ll do this my way. No one is to know about this. No one. Especially Justin. Fuck, I can’t put him through that. I’ll just find a way to get through this without him knowing anything. I can do that. I’m Brian Kinney.

“Sure thing boss.”

Yeah, I can do it. You’re right, I’ll be fine. And don’t get all fucking ego on me cause I didn’t mean you were right, right. I just meant that, fuck I don’t know what I meant, so don’t go thinking I’m confiding in you.

I have to get out of here. I have to go home and figure out how to get Justin the fuck out of the loft. Fuck maybe you’re right. Maybe I should just tell him. Now I’m fucking listening to you, Theodore. What the hell is wrong with me?

I’m going home, you handle Dandy Lube.

“When will you be back?”

I don’t know. That all depends on how Justin handles the news.

Return to Sun's