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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

tugon (imported) wrote: Sun Feb 26, 2006 3:22 pm he told her that he had broken up with his girlfr

tugon (imported) wrote: Sat Apr 11, 2009 4:21 pm iend and that stage of his life was over. H

is 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

ask me what the hell was going on in that motel room.

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

*Hugs* Thank you for sharing this story. It is certainly moving. Losing someone so special hurts deeply, but it only makes the times we did have with that person all the more special

What have I been up to lately? Nothing that I have been accused of in posts. Most nights are spent quietly at home. Tonight for instance I am watching Brokeback Mountain again. Just read the book and need to see the movie.

Of course what has been truly good is a friend has moved in to share the apartment. I have always thought of friends as gifts to my life no matter how long they are in my life. There are times when people have to move on but I am glad for the time they spent. I am glad for what they have shared.

Today is the one month anniversary of Plix moving to Ohio. In his interest in becoming a writer I look forward to reading how he may portray this time in Ohio. He has had his first lessons in Ohio humidity. Our weather with thunderstorms and threats of tornadoes are different than what he has experienced while living in California. Of course if I were in California I would be worried about earthquakes. I think it is natural to be cautious of the unknown and the unfamiliar.

Plix has accomplished much in one month. He has a car, is working and learning the city. Of course the city is smaller than from where he came. Yes there is much adjustment as there would be for any of us that relocate but he is doing well. I am glad he is here and we have enjoyed running around to malls, other cities and the Columbus Zoo.

So Plix I want to say it has been a good month. You are a good friend. I want to welcome you to Ohio for as long as Ohio is good for you. Your life may take you to many states in the pursuit of your career or the love of a good woman might call you away. In the mean time enjoy life and the four seasons of Ohio.

Dear Tugon,

You , my friend, are a blessing in my life. Plix is so fortunate to have such a good friend, too.

Over the last few weeks, I've had the pleasure of getting to know Plix a bit better. I instantly felt comfortable with him at last year's MoM.

Plix has done a great job in a short time of adjusting to a new life and so quickly finding a job. Of course, it takes time to feel fully comfortable in a new place.

Like so many of us, he's on an important adventure of being true to himself.

Hugs,

Danya

tugon (imported) wrote: Sat Jun 20, 2009 5:53 pm What have I been up to lately? Nothing that I have been accused of in posts. Most nights are spent quietly at home. Tonight for instance I am watching Brokeback Mountain again. Just read the book and need to see the movie.

Of course what has been truly good is a friend has moved in to share the apartment. I have always thought of friends as gifts to my life no matter how long they are in my life. There are times when people have to move on but I am glad for the time they spent. I am glad for what they have shared.

Today is the one month anniversary of Plix moving to Ohio. In his interest in becoming a writer I look forward to reading how he may portray this time in Ohio. He has had his first lessons in Ohio humidity. Our weather with thunderstorms and threats of tornadoes are different than what he has experienced while living in California. Of course if I were in California I would be worried about earthquakes. I think it is natural to be cautious of the unknown and the unfamiliar.

Plix has accomplished much in one month. He has a car, is working and learning the city. Of course the city is smaller than from where he came. Yes there is much adjustment as there would be for any of us that relocate but he is doing well. I am glad he is here and we have enjoyed running around to malls, other cities and the Columbus Zoo.

So Plix I want to say it has been a good month. You are a good friend. I want to welcome you to Ohio for as long as Ohio is good for you. Your life may take you to many states in the pursuit of your career or the love of a good woman might call you away. In the mean time enjoy life and the four seasons of Ohio.

I certainly have come pretty far in the short time I have been here. I would not have been able to do it without you and the friendship you have offered. Thank you for doing all that you have done for me.

I think I am adjusting pretty well to the weather here. I don't think having rain in the summer is as big a deal as I initially feared. I believe I will enjoy observing the turn of the seasons when the time comes.

I hope I have done a good job of keeping you active with all our running around

I look forward to our continuing friendship and the adventures it will bring.

Sunday, lonely Sunday

I am here all alone with my thoughts. Oh those damned thoughts. On a previous Sunday I would have awakened in a drunken haze knowing I just had to get through the day to my next drunken haze. Even the wine began to sour on my tongue much like the names of past loves. It seems I am not able to hide from my past, present and dubious future.

I have been reading posts about those who are so convinced in their fanatical faiths. I am right and everyone else is wrong. Maybe that can be my next addiction. I can stuff my emotions and memories behind self-righteousness. Maybe I wish I could be so blindly sure of something in this world. A young man I share space with is convinced that people are basically good and I counter with but are capable of great evils. Have I lost my faith in humans?

Next I read a post where someone can freely express their anger over someone who attempted to do them great wrong. I have wondered myself and to others where is my anger? If I found my anger would it overwhelm me? I have much to be angry about beginning from childhood to the age of 46 when I was finally free of abuse. I was never taught to value myself and still do not know if I have achieved a sense of value. I have learned to avoid those who do not value me.

So this Sunday will be a day of doing laundry and grocery shopping. All the while my mind will be jumping from one thought to another. Much like it started as I was scrambling eggs and making toasts. I can at least enjoy my coffee. Oh and I have beautiful art on the walls and beautiful music to take the edge off some of the emotions. Knowing that for my health I will not be able to drink again. At the age of 53 I guess I will be facing life and myself bare, raw without a crutch. Oh shit!

Stopping something that has been familiar and comforting for so long is a challenge, but I am definitely proud of you for being willing to accept it

Oh, to be able to become addicted to something, anything. I wish I knew what that is like.

I do not know who is right and who is wrong when it comes to faith. Chances are we are all both right and wrong to some extent. But those people who seem fanatical are only reaching out to others because they care about them and do not want to see them suffer, and that is what I try to focus on when I encounter such people. It is good to see that people still care about one another, even those they have never met.

One might wonder how I can be such a pessimist when it comes to everything else and yet believe in the basic goodness of humanity, but somehow I manage. Yes, we all are capable of evil, but it is not who we really are. We have to look deeper, beyond the mistakes that we all make. I know I have made my share of them, so how can I bring myself to judge anyone else for their own?

I think you are going to do great in this quest. You will likely notice big improvements in health, both physically and emotionally. I am here to help and support, so you do not have to face anything completely alone

Travelling out West a strange thing happened to me. As I was leaving a restroom there was a very cute young asian man smiling at me and displaying himself with a big smile on his face. Well by the position of his arms and the diagonal stance from the urinal I think he wanted me to see what he had. Fear set in and I could not look down. I did not even stop to wash my hands. In a panic I got the hell out of there.

During my T days I would have Senator Craig'ed him in the nearest stall. Now I scurry out like a scared rabbit. Then I realized I am still afraid of overt sexual acts. I enjoy looking at pictures of naked men but one in close proximity causes me to turn my head fast enough to get whiplash. This incident reminded me I still have work to do.

The last time I had sex was with B and that was over a year ago. Of course we had a very long and odd history. I had enough pleasant memories and felt safe enough to make love with him. I could not totally relax but I could refrain from panic. The poor man thought he was finding sensitive spots by my reactions but I was flinching.

My last psychologist told me I needed to break the link I have between sex and violence. Many years asshole used his penis to hurt me as well as his fists and his feet. Oh and his knife and gun should not be forgotten. Years later I am afraid of a penis.

I do know that not everyone with a penis would hurt me. I also know that few with a penis would be interested. I should have been flattered that someone so young and cute would pay me attention in a sleazy bathroom kind of way. Not in a self esteem boosting kind of way.

The longer I refrain from dating the fear and panic grows. This is a far cry from my addiction days when there was a penis or two afraid of me. I miss affection and I would like to have someone to hold and to hold me. I have some very good friends but I need more. I am not sure if my needs or my panic will win out. I find it curious that after an event that triggers my fear I am reminded that I wish I could have what I fear. One day I may meet someone I can trust and enjoy physical contact. Here's to hope.

I am intact and am afraid of restroom sex.. when I was younger , I would risk it, but now I am horrified since it stigmatizes the public image of gay men... I had a similar incident in the New Haven train station last week... Ugh!!

I am a little nervous tonight because tomorrow I will be a pallbearer. The gentleman I have provided care for I will carry tomorrow. His death was not easy but today I do hope he finds peace. Oh and when my patient dies so does my job.

He was my great uncle and I think part of the reason I took the job was for insight to my family. When you grow up in an alcoholic home much is not discussed. He lived in the same town but I never met him until I began to provide care. I was surprised that he knew so little of his siblings and all his stories were based on him. He was the center of his universe. He knew very little of his sister my paternal grandmother. He knew nothing of her son my father. He never called me nephew or treated me well. I broke a promise to myself not to let family or anyone mistreat me but I thought the knowledge gained might be worth the tradeoff. I was wrong.

Sadly I have nothing good to say about him tomorrow but luckily I share space with a bright young man. Since I can not think of anything good to say he suggested I talk about things he enjoyed. Thanks Plix. I will be wearing black tomorrow and my best mourning face. Oh and I am glad black is slimming.

My plans after the funeral will be my need for several days of solitude. I want to be alone with my thoughts. I want to have to face myself and decide what I want for this next stage of my life. I may go down by the Ohio River and watch the boats. I hope it is cold and rains. I would love to be chilled to the bone. If I am giving severance pay I may fly to Quebec City where I feel more alive than anywhere else. I just need to feel.

I know I am lucky to have all that I have. A nice home, a good friend and roommate. Other good friends spread about the country. A little security during these times of joblessness. I just need a little time with me and then I will be back home to the people I care about and would do anything for in this world.