Yep, you read that right.  This’ll be about the first time I was edged.  Continue at your own peril! Today’s story is equal parts BL drama and Queer Ask Folk (The original english version) It’s nonetheless the first introduction I had to the fine art of delaying gratification. I hope you find it both informative and titillating Imagine if you will a twenty one year old Gatsby. I’d just moved to London to train as a contemporary dancer. It was the two thousands. Sprayed on denim flares were in fashion and it was the epoch of the metrosexual.  All men were starting to embrace more adventurous fashions. This city of dreams opened up and welcomed me in ways I hadn’t imagined. I made lots of friends who felt like family almost immediately.  A mixture of beautiful artists and intellectuals, I’d found my tribe. I was a bohemian.  I was living in Covent Garden with a ridiculously handsome Italian flatmate who was a popular gogo dancer and spent almo...