decoded
The people behind the names. Coded to protect the innocent and annoy the self-important.
Lovers
PF: My gentle giant in Texas. He named himself in this blog. He is the picket fence.
Friends, Romans, Countrymen
BOF/bird of a feather: My inappropriately sexy cyber mate, safe haven, and co-owner of one of my fantasy football teams.
Chuck: My transgendered pick-up truck.
Gentleman Writer: A fellow literary and philosophical type.
K: Now ex-boyfriend of L.
L/twofer: An old friend and my favorite clubbing partner.
SB: A lover, confidante, mentor, and husband from a former life. He was once my closest friend. He has brain cancer. His doctors say that he is cancer free, but while he may be relatively healthy, the cancer has already taken him.
Soul Sista: This is fairly self-explanatory. She’s my closest friend in this city. I’m Auntie to her kids.
The Blogger: Not a terribly inventive nickname. We used to blog together on a decidedly more X rated endeavor than this one.
Exes
Aaron: Right guy, wrong timing.
GF: An on again, off again girlfriend. It’s permanently off at this point.
Hollywood: For three years, a friend with benefits in LA.
LH: (Little Hitler) The abusive ex husband.
Magpie: A woman I’m inexplicably drawn to. She’s a train wreck in my life.
Media boy: Someone who turned out to be a colossal disappointment.
Pedro: A stray I mistakenly fed, AKA my craigslist stalker.
Rocky: A Canadian roller coaster.
Wallaby: Just a boy I used to love.
