I feel like little red ridinghood. Im on my way to gramma's house But I keep encountering all these wolves along the way and the only thing they seem to want is whats in my basket. The basket is empty. Little ridinghood is dead.
I’m a gay guy who’s involved with a guy I met a few months before COVID-19 took off. He’s a great guy: smart, funny, hot, healthy, and easy to be around.