In the photo above, he is at Cazadero, at a camping party with friends. It was one of the most beautiful weekends I have ever had - and it was during his first trip to visit me in San Francisco; my love knew no bounds.
Here is a painting I did of the two of us that weekend. I can remember perfectly the feeling of kissing him there; his hand is on my ass and mine on his, while my friend Pico took this picture. I got totally excited just moments after the photo upon which this painting is based was taken; well, so did he. His body always felt so perfect in my arms; it was like an extension of my own. I felt that I could take hold of him and I knew precisely how it made him feel, that his dick was mine and the sensations it produced in him I felt. Our kisses were electric, my entire body set aflame.
Anyway, here he is, unusually coy in both of these photos.
And sitting in bed looking up at me. How I will miss him.
3 comments:
Felix,
We've not met, but I hope you will accept the kind wishes of a stranger that you have brought so much joy to.
I wish for you that your heart will heal and that you will continue to surround yourself with the dear love of comrades.
Your art and writing show to us a very loving and generous heart. I hope you find solace in the giving of your gifts, for it is in the giving that our hearts aremade whole.
Much love,
Drew
Very cute, Felix. Sorry about the breakup. But I'm sure it'll be for the best. :)
Thank you for your sweet comments! I am heart-broken right now, but I know it will be better. It makes me feel happy to hear you say that I bring pleasure and joy to your life; it makes me feel like this blog and my art and art making mean something, and even that this heartbreak serves some purpose. Thank you.
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