bj's gay porno-crazed ramblings

Tuesday, June 17, 2003

Somehow the words aren't coming together the way I want; thought-fragments, theme incoherence. The deep thoughts of Sunday sandwiched between the affectionate sexcapades of late Saturday night and Monday afternoon - 2 different men, each may reappear soon. But Sunday, Father's Day, was waves of deep memories, not just about Dad, but about others who died in that period, the early 90's. Not overwhelming sadness, just deep emotions triggered by picking up a book that wasn't the usual light fare I've been reading.

And no, there is no point to the picture - he arrived in the mail today, and something about the big hard phone against the back of his thigh just made it the best pic out of that issue of Physique Pictorial - they don't make 'em like that anymore.