Pretty Hurts

My good friend leaned over and said in a low, conspiratorial voice "I have to tell you two things..." I immediately braced myself for something raunchy and shocking, he's flamboyant and gay and loves to shock people with dirty sex talk. Like the last time I saw him when he described how bottoms need a lot of fiber in their diets. Ew.

"Two things," he said. "First, you've lost so much weight, you look so good. Second, I can tell you've had an amazing orgasm recently." Both things are true, but I demurred. "Just a little weight," I said. "Maybe I have maybe I haven't," I said. He went on, in that way he has, telling me I looked healthy and relaxed, that he could tell the sex was good. Then he asked me about the guy's penis and I turned red and refused to answer anymore questions.

"What ever you're doing, it's working, so keep doing it," he told me, back on the topic of my thinness. I laughed and thanked him, but was silently horrified. I throw up after most of my meals, I told him inside my head. If only you knew.