Late last night, Julian and I were stretched out holding ourselves close together. Drifting through long silent spaces of time. Drifting and dreaming as I rub my hand up and down his legs. I recognize a basic need in myself for the peace and protection a close relationship brings to me. It’s the missing element in one-night stands. Tricks are junk food that may satisfy you but provide no nourishment for you. A steady diet of whoring finally leaves you malnourished. The bars are full of hungry men.
October 30th, 1977
October 30th, 1977
October 30th, 1977
Late last night, Julian and I were stretched out holding ourselves close together. Drifting through long silent spaces of time. Drifting and dreaming as I rub my hand up and down his legs. I recognize a basic need in myself for the peace and protection a close relationship brings to me. It’s the missing element in one-night stands. Tricks are junk food that may satisfy you but provide no nourishment for you. A steady diet of whoring finally leaves you malnourished. The bars are full of hungry men.