Coda Josh Grant

It is a new year, 2012. Fuck Nick and his we’re-both-single declaration. Still, it is a new year and we should do something different with the new year. There should be change, should there not? We should stretch ourselves and grow. New Year’s resolutions? No, I don’t really believe in them, but that doesn’t mean no change. All of life should be directed towards growth and renewal. So, accordingly, I’m going to focus on health and fitness. Mind and body. Food and exercise. That means that I am going to concentrate on exercise, and try to steer my diet in healthier directions. So, I am meeting up with a new guy with who I’m going to potentially work out at the gym. His name is Jason. It is good to work out with someone neutral, I think, so it is business, and not competitive. It is just exercise and not social. Jason is a friend of Mick Brewer’s. He wants someone with who he doesn’t have a relationship, someone who is into the gym, or wants to take his gym seriously, with whom who he ca...

I never drink peppermint tea. No, never. What is that? It's hardly a man's drink now is it? Euw! Girls drink peppermint tea. No, they do. No, I’m not being sexist. It goes with all those hand mirrors and all those epiphanies. It's the natural order of the world. The peppermint tea set. Not that I'm worried about my masculinity, I just don't like the taste. No, I’m not afraid of turning into a girl. No, I’m not. I even lay my head on my boyfriend’s chest, see I’m not afraid of taking the girlie position. No, no we didn’t. No, I didn’t. I think we just wanked, if you must know. Over the new guy in the café in Lygon. Yes, sure, no one is denying that. The kid serving in the café wouldn’t drink peppermint tea, he’d be your classic coffee guy.

After I got rid of all the craziness, they all assure me of my own doing, it was just me. Daniel Crashed. The doorbell sounded. It was Ben. We'd both fooled around, the two of us in the last fifteen years. Spasmodically. Off our faces, at some uni house in the suburbs, early Sunday morning. Oral sex, pretty much. Neither of us could remember much afterwards. Languorously, lazily, out of it. We have a few times more recently, kissing and sucking, munted on something. So, it was completely foreign to us. But we'd never done it deliberately, with premeditation, sober, in the cold light of day, so to speak, that made it completely different. Ben sat on the couch, I laid my head on his chest. (see, I can do the girlie one) And we talked. Amy had some Huntin” & Gatherin” Wymans own country shindig, 2nd day of the new year, he was on his own.