The Odd Life of a Well-Endowed Man
Life is a game of inches
Usually when I feel I have an article that would be a good fit for the “Human Parts” publication, I mean it in a less literal way. But I try to write on the things that are unique to my life experience, and there’s one that I’ve been keeping hidden for a while. There’s a piece of my anatomy that seems to be directing the course of my life — and not in the way it does for most men.
I’ve spent the majority of my adult life as something of a “sugar baby.” For those not familiar with the term, a sugar baby is someone who is usually younger and attractive that ends up with an older and affluent person who, in turn, affords them an extravagant lifestyle. It’s typically a younger woman with an older man.
In my case, it was me, at 21, getting romantically involved with a woman who was 17 years my senior. I hate characterizing our relationship by the financial dynamic at play, as she’s a beautiful person who has a place in my heart to this day, but the financial aspect was undeniable. She told me at that young age that I didn’t have to work, and she paid all my bills, bought me a brand new truck in cash, and allowed me access to her money — sometimes upwards of $100,000 tax-free in a single year.
Though I always saw the relationship as a serious thing, I believe she was…
