You can probably agree that I am a f***boy, no matter who you are, because of both the things I've written about and the liquid definition of that word to begin with. Whatever your interpretation of a f***boy is, you've truly made me feel like yours. Thank you for that. I feel I haven't totally lived up to my side of the bargain, though. I haven't really given you a confession. I haven't really yanked any skeletons out of my closet; I've just really gone in there for black T-shirts and jeans. So that's what this post will be. Not some diatribe or condescending rant. No preaching. Just me getting something off my chest.