So yesterday I get a call. It’s Henry, a friend of mine from Amsterdam, who says he’s at the corner of 18th and Castro can he come up and say hi.
Henry is a cute Dutch truck driver who first appeared on my doorstep about 20 years ago, asking as I opened the door, “Are you Hans VdH’s friend, Chris? He said I can stay here…” Well, he was awfully sweet, so I let him stay a few nights and then asked my friend Augustine if he could stay with him for a while. Augustine replied, “Only if he fucks me,” which I didn’t relay to Henry but sent him off to Augustine’s where they ended up having a steamy affair and I got to focus on whatever it was that was preventing me from wanting the same from our 6’5″ friend. Yesterday we spent a nice afternoon reminiscing about Augustine and talking about his recent trip to Iran, where he had interesting experiences with Iranian men who have intimate relations with other men (Henry says they don’t call themselves gay–“only transvestites are gay”).
It sounded SO HOT!
A few days earlier the teenage daughter of my first true love and the very first to break my little heart, Sarah, stumbled across my blog! In kindergarten I kissed Sarah in the parking lot of Saint James Elementary School and declared my love for her in front of all the nervous Catholic parents. A few years later she announced that she was dumping me for her dog, setting the stage for complicated dramas to come. Sarah’s daughter has a blog of her own with all the requisite themes of an Alabama teen–music, boys and alienation. Sarah and I were supposed to be artists and move to Paris. Her daughter told me that Sarah did indeed become an artist–and a photographer to boot! Get that!