But, in the community of my dream, who but myself is there to judge me and my acts?

I dream of being a boy just turned 19, one who has trouble focusing on serious things.

Crazy girl stuff keeps going on and on in my dream head.

The side of me that is Peter says, "And what about my dreams of men and men?

As Peter, I yearn for the bonding and togetherness possible only among men.

Peter: "Looking around, I sometimes perceive only meat, muscle, sweat and guts."

Peter: "The textures and smells here are unmistakingly male."

Peter: "And a choir of male angels came down and was all over my prone form."