So This has been going on for about three months now, but I didn't write anything about it on the blog yet, in part because I wanted to be sure The Other Felix was cool with it, and in part because it has been so special, so beautiful, and so sublime that I wanted to keep it and savor it myself. But its been a little while now, any my exhibitionism and sunny nature are getting the better of me, and I decided it was time to stop being selfish and share him with you all! Here are a few pictures of him looking gorgeous,
Afterwards we sat on the bench, exhausted, still entwined in one another's arms; I learned that his name was Felix! That he was from Madison, Wisconsin, that he was a novelist, that he was 23. In the background a woman moaned with pleasure; in fact, at our feet, for as we were making our introductions, a beautiful blonde woman had laid down naked on the face of a man and was writhing with pleasure, which I seemed to me at the time a good omen. Little did I know! I brought him back to my tent, and the photos above were taken the next day on the knoll, the only sunny day of our trip. We made love there too, on that blue blanket; I took the photos just afterwards. And then, shortly after that, it began to rain, and rain and rain; torrential downpours fell, recordbreaking, which killed 22 people in the state of Tennessee. But as far as I knew, the rain was a blessing, for we found ourselves trapped in my tent, while the rain poured outside in solid sheets, and the roar of the water hitting the tarp deafened us and drowned out the sound of our ceaseless and happy lovemaking. When he left two days later - two days of the most delightful bliss in that soggy and noisy tent - I felt like crying, and hoping on a bus right away for Madison, in fact, I felt that I could never let him leave my arms.
I will write about our future meetings, in Chicago, and here in San Francisco, and about the happy news that he is moving to San Francisco later. In the meantime, here is another photo of my honey,