First London Gay Pride March, 1971 |
Luigi couldn't get Jason
and Keith out of his head. He felt that he was falling in love with
the one and in lust with the other. Or was it the other way round?
He smiled at his silliness.
After telling them all
about Cody he felt better than he'd done for a long time. Their
casual acceptance of him, with all his effeminate gestures, his
obvious gayness, his complete unstraightness, warmed his heart.
After Cody, he'd often felt indifferent to life, even after his deep
depression had passed. Life was so pointless, so dull. Nothing
seemed to matter. But when he stopped going to the gay help line,
too depressed to get up, his colleague Stephen had rung him up and
invited himself round for coffee. Luigi had expected pity and a
jolly hockey-sticks encouragement. Instead, Stephen had said,
simply, after they'd exchange pleasantries, “They need you Luigi.
They miss you. You were doing good. That's all we can do, you know,
in a shitty world. Try and make it better.”
Luigi had nodded. He'd
been close to tears. His grandmother had kept on trying to cheer him
up, but though he'd put on a face for her, he'd still not felt right
inside. Stephen, though, had jolted him out of his rut. It was no
good saying he wouldn't again feel anger or grief or loss, for he
knew enough now to know he would, maybe always. So he'd gone back to
work, and step by step, things had got better. Talking to Keith and
Jason, and being accepted by them had quickened the process.
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3 comments:
GAWD I love these boyzes, th whole bleedin' lot o'em!!!!!
Thanks, Nik, for giving them to us....
Well, I'm glad you enjoy them. I think I'd keep on writing (like J D Salinger was reputed to do) even if no one read Majorca Flats. It's great that a few of your are ....
We're not so few. Oi'd gobble ya gob in a skinny minnit, ya screaming hot budgie full o' quibbling jizz, matey!
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