tugon (imported) wrote: Sat Apr 11, 2009 4:21 pm now I want to share some joy. Easter is fast approaching and I always take this time to remember a very special person. He was a great friend and lover. I want to remember all the good times.
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Many great times happened after that first time. One evening he brought his guitar over to play and sing. That evening he wore cutoff jeans and Puma tennis shoes. Anymore clothes than that would have been a crime. The family went out for dinner and I asked them to bring my dinner home. We were sitting on my bed and I went downstairs for the meal. We set on the bed and shared the steak dinner. We used our hands and tore into the steak and it was rather erotic. Of course after dinner we were ready to make prints in the darkroom. Another time we went to the movies and I was very serious back then about social issues and how people are treated. He began to walk like someone crippled and I told him to stop and asked why he was doing it. He said he was imitating the person we just passed. Then I was angry and he just laughed and laughed and reminded me that we had not passed anyone. He was always trying to teach me to lighten up. Oh and he tried to teach me karate because by this time he was a black belt. He told me to hit him and I could not raise a hand to hit him. Then he began to flip me so I would get mad and strike out at him but I just became giggly. That was it for karate.
We were two young men enjoying each other and I was developing strong feelings. ...
For some reason I began to tell him how I felt and he said I made him happy. We talked about an hour and a half, which was long for us on the phone. When he hung up his mother was worried I was having problems. That is when
ask me what the hell was going on in that motel room.tugon (imported) wrote: Sun Feb 26, 2006 3:22 pm he told her that he had broken up with his girlfris mother always introduced me to her friends as his special friend. Back then special friend meant you were gay or developmentally disabled. When they looked at me I would drool and drag a foot.
He did die that night well early Easter morning. He was coming home from the bar with his cousin and he had a blowout and lost control. The car flipped on its side and the force pinned his cousin to the back seat where he had passed out. The car still on its side slid by a tree, which severed that beautiful young man in half. I spent many yeas wishing it had been the cousin driving and he passed out in the back.
His mother and I became very close. She included me in family functions and the brothers could not figure out why.
After his death he would come to me at night. We would giggle, kiss and hold each other and I was so happy....
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Now at Easter time I take two red roses to their graves. She said to me once with a smile that every year on the anniversary of his death there was a red rose on his grave. I said oh really. They were both such incredible people in my life and even though they are gone my life is much better because of them. This time of year I enjoy immersing myself in the memories. I will think about what he might look like if he had aged, would we still be together and then I wonder what he would have thought of the twists and turns of my life. I hope one day to find out. I wonder if one day he will
Tugon, my friend, you shared this beautiful story with me months ago and I was moved by it then. It must have been wonderful for you to find acceptance and love with your friend. The love of his mother for you was something, I suspect, that filled another void in your life.
That you still take roses to their graves says a lot about how important they were to you. It also says much about the kind spirit you are.
Hugs,
Danya
