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That you are at least 18 years of age or older, and that you are voluntarily choosing to view and access such sexually-explicit images and content for your own personal use. Tim is waiting for me to emerge from the tunnel of emotional puberty, assuming that I haven't lived through it yet.

He gestures at his muscles and large chest. I get it now. While his dad was away, Tim sculpted himself into a vision of fatherhood he never saw firsthand: a sturdy Schwarzenegger frame with the heart of Dustin Hoffman. I wake up with him the next morning and we spend the day together. We grab coffee nearby. He drives to Rainbow and we get groceries. He buys me some new earrings; I just pierced my ears a few months ago and now they're infected. He makes some home remedy for me to medicate my lobes with. He's taking care of me. I expect my initial reaction to be one of righteous, youthful indignation—I've been orphaned, damn it!—but I feel fine. He doesn't know me well enough to strike me where it hurts, which is the kind of wound a real breakup hinges on. It was sure to fail, anyway, this cozy ballet of two people who didn't understand one another's pain. After it's over, I swear to myself that I'll never do anything that weird ever again. Tim was three years old when his dad left the family. He grew up on a farm near Bakersfield, a city in Southern California. I don't know the exact details of why his dad left, because Tim never told me. I can only imagine the reasons why: another woman. Pathological wanderlust. An irresponsibly-timed crisis of manhood. A revelation that being a dad just wasn't for him.For a few weeks, it's cozy and surreal to play the son of a man who's not my real father, especially when my real one lives across the country. It's actually a lot of fun to play pretend when you're 21. I throw myself into a distraction from the stressful rhythms of life in college. This whole thing is a ruse. He can't really be my dad. My skin is brown; his isn't. It's like Halloween. He's the daddy, I'm the son. It's our private game. I mean, the name is obviously familiar," I tell him whenever he name drops like this. "But I've never actually read anything by her. I just know she's smart." Daddy. A guy who, at 47, has never settled down with anyone, has never had any kids. He fancies himself a "father." Well, yeah," he says. "In terms of age difference, this is probably the most significant. But I've gotten used to being a daddy these days."

I meet so many guys who look like Tim where I live now. They have his "look": a crisp, bald head that bluntly gives way to a full beard. Ears decorated with gauges. A laboriously sculpted face. These guys drive me nuts. They're never younger than 37. They've got everything I hate about Tim. Those cloying eyes that search for meaning when it isn't there, trying to perform Chekhov on a Grindr date. These are the eyes of man-children: desperate to take care of someone else as a distraction from taking care of themselves. That night is the first time I see his faculties start to fail him. After dinner, Tim wants to watch Punch-Drunk Love. I tell him I'm too jet-lagged to stay awake, but he insists and I concede. He shuffles around his living room looking for the DVD, slamming discs on his glass table, his hands trembling so violently that the table breaks into shards. I hear it from the bedroom, and he yells at me, blaming me for the table slicing his hand open. I bandage him up until he stops bleeding.I'd like it if you called me daddy," he says. He is ravenous. I am anxious. He starts massaging my ears. In my mind, he is muscular. He acts "macho," like Tim, not effete. His voice is more full-throated than Tim's, which is gentle and concerned. Maybe he has red hair like Tim. Maybe it's blonde. I don't know how the genetics of red hair work. He doesn't have piercings like Tim. Maybe he's still alive, dating much younger women like his son once dated much younger men. Maybe someone's taking care of him, or maybe he's learned how to take care of himself. Maybe he's died. Maybe he died alone.

It's a tempting skin to slip into—to pretend I'm just some uncultured gay kid. He assumes I am basically devoid of taste. My emotional constitution is made of straw; I can't say no. Besides, it sounds sort of fun. I nod and, silently, agree. I will be his son. Over time, Tim realized he wasn't cut out for fatherhood. His visions of being a dad were naïve: small gifts of unconditional love without the hard, exhausting work. At some point, we all become like our fathers.Renata is essential!" he boasts. "I listen to this in the car whenever I drive to Half Moon Bay. I bet you'll really love this." It's the middle of the day. I'm doing homework on his couch while he's playing around on his phone, and I ask him if I'm the youngest guy he's ever hooked up with. I don't really see myself as a sexual being anymore," he writes. "I felt like you were fetishizing me. I'm just the daddy with the nice chest. It doesn't feel nice." A few months later, I migrate to a boyfriend who's older than me by a few days, not a few decades. He's as immature as I am. In hindsight, I like that about him. It makes our fights more charged, more bitter, more meaningful. His insults are exacting; he knows precisely what to say to make me feel like I shouldn't be alive. I don't want it any other way.

To him, I'm the prettiest twink in the world. When he calls me beautiful, it's impossible not to believe. His feelings seem unconditional, just as any father's love should be.In 1981, the House of Dupree hosted a ball that introduced the concept of categories to the ballroom scene. Today's voguing competitions and balls are still influenced by Dupree. But I wonder about Tim's father more often than I wonder about Tim. My many guesses at the image of Tim's father have started to crystallize into a monolithic daddy. Tim's mother, a housewife, forced herself to get a secretary job to support Tim and his siblings. She is now decaying in a nursing home, steps away from where she raised two children on her own.

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