Get your own
 diary at! contact me older entries newest entry

4:52 p.m. - March 20, 2006
Love and porn: What a Monday
A colleague seated at a table and we have a wide-ranging conversation from Christianity (the Afghani facing the death penalty for having converted from Islam) to music to the Great Loves of our lives, a pleasant and mirthful exchange of stories that do what these kinds of stories are meant to accomplish, that warm longing for what was but a thankful awareness that it is no longer. No tremble or deep breath, a simple pronoun shift from this person to he and she said What?, to which I responded, Yes, I was in a relationship with a guy and we continued on. The earth did not shake other than the tremors from the thunder that has been rolling all day. She, a woman whose company I enjoy more and more, put her hand on my arm and said Thank you for trusting me with that. I won't share it and I just smiled back at her, said it was okay, I'm past hiding it.

Something she said remains with me: I don't see you being gay, pronounced as if this Berkeley lesbian-in-a-25-year-monogamous-relationship-raising-a-son-ashamed-of-his-mother woman carries with her a crystal ball or is descended from an innumerable line of predecessors who once read tea leaves and palms for a small sum. She went on to explain: You're not selfish enough to last long with the wolves and shortly after we went our own ways. To be so noble and above the fray, or to be more honest and show her my flaws and hidden parts.

A pleasant afternoon spent thinking of Dana and Spec, wishing I had both again, to hold one's hand and later, to have my hand held, to feel secure with one and alive with the other, to love and be loved. While the cards and fortune's wheel suggest I should get used to being single there is in me a bittersweet satisfaction that at least I have some stories of my own to share. But you know what I wish for the most? It's to experience a gay relationship where the happy stories are not overshadowed by the bad ones and however things turn out in the end, to look back with satisfaction and say It was worth it.

Perhaps a sliver of Monday Madness has seeped in for I'm about to share something I keep intensely private, drawn from the files of Never Ever Talk About: Pornography. Of all the porn in the world, gay, straight, bisexual or other, this is what turns me on the most. Inoccuous in most regards but arousing without fail:

The intimacy, the playfulness, the casual comfort of two people sharing the same space. One whispering come play with me and the other wanting to be drawn away from work, saying Just a minute, both knowing exactly what to do. That is what is erotic to me.

Again, that longing for what was but is no longer, eh?


previous - next


about me - read my profile! read other Diar
yLand diaries! recommend my diary to a friend! Get
 your own fun + free diary at!