There was a time when there was an edge to my life. I was young, good looking, horny, gay. One never knew what (read who) was waiting around the corner.
Who would be next. How would you meet? Where would you go? What would you do? A glance of the eye, a rub of the crotch, a whispered request. A posture, a pose, a connection.
Growing excitement in a guy’s shorts at a diner. Glancing of a cashier at the grocery store. Nodding of a passerby on the street. Staring of a kid in the park. Beckoning from a second story window. Dancing at the disco. Applying sun tan lotion at the beach. Legs touching on a bus. Brushing hand against hand in a movie theater.
But now that edge has dulled. I am the one doing the glancing. Staring. Imagining. Fantasizing. Dreaming. Remembering.
December 27, 2007