I am constantly amazed and reminded of the hand-me-down, merry-go-round plethora of available sexual exploits in any "Fuck Web".
Case in point--- I was chatting up my ultra-glam rock-star friend as he tried to make sense of my highlights and haircut. Regaling him with stories from my backlog of experiences that were too weird to fade into memory, I mentioned a particularly odd encounter I had a couple-several years ago.
I described the guy's apartment and how I must have met him online. Then a bit more detail revealed that his place was over-run with elaborate crystal quartz rocks that seemed to imply a treasure trove of Ali Baba importance. The freaky thing about this sexual encounter was the point that no sex actually took place because the crystal rock fag wanted me to participate in a commitment ceremony based on the magical properties of whatever quartz he had identified as my destiny.
I stood with valor on his credenza, actually donned a frock of some sort to imply I was totally down for the mystics and proceeded to take vows which I repeated on cue.
And without missing a beat, my glam-rock- hair-stylist friend said "Oh yeah, Pasta Pomodoro!"
I had initially forgotten that crucial detail---- the twisted deranged crystal quartz queen lived right above Pasta Pomodoro in the Castro.
Imagine the bonding moment we experienced upon realizing our fucked-up freakish sexual exploits involved the same characters and props.
I laughed forever and understood a new frontier in "gay community" relations. Sharing tricks and stories of the freaks along the way is an under-utilised tool for creating community in our post-epidemic gay world as sex-positive beings.
more to come
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