Showing posts with label comfort. Show all posts
Showing posts with label comfort. Show all posts

Monday, December 12, 2011

Majorca Flats -- 265


Michael stepped back from the door and gestured them inside.
The cottage inside was small but charming, so carefully and tastefully decorated that Luigi began to wonder whether Michael wasn't after all gay.
Come through here.” Michael ushered them through to the kitchen. He filled and put on the kettle and said, “Scrambled eggs on toast?”
Luigi spoke for Cody again when he accepted. “Can I help?” he asked.
Plates are in that cupboard over there,” replied Michael gesturing to a worn dresser in the corner.


Cody sat down at the able and didn't speak. His eyes were hollow and his face expressionless. Luigi glanced at him, now very worried. He would have to talk soon, talk properly. Rape, torture, nearly murdered. Even the sanest and strongest would be profoundly affected by such things. And Luigi was certain that Cody wasn't very strong. He also wondered whether Cody's wife would be able to help him. When she found out what Cody had been doing when he'd been taken by the murderer, she would be so angry and so unhappy she would want to lash out. She would be dealing with her own issues as well as his. And if Cody were thrown out, or he left her, how would he cope? He didn't know how much Cody loved her, but even if he didn't much, he must love his children. For a moment Luigi was lost in the memories of being a toddler and a small boy, before the pressure to be straight started, when his parents still loved him.
Eat something, Coads,” he urged. “It could be a marathon session with the police. You'll need to keep your strength.”
But Cody barely shook his head, staring at the table-top.





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Monday, April 18, 2011

Majorca Flats -- 104



I prefer red, but at this time of the day ...” Jason replied.
Yeah, I'm like that too.” Graeme smiled. He went to the fridge, took out a bottle of white, and poured two glasses. He gave one to Jason, and turned and walked through the house towards the back, taking the bottle with him. Jason saw double French doors opened to the tiny garden beyond. An ornate garden table with four chairs was set out on a small brick patio, sheltering under a thick canopy of wisteria, and Jason was immediately taken back to the first day he met Brent. A wave of sorrow swept him, and he was hard pressed not to start weeping. Graeme must have seen something on his face, for he took Jason's arm and gently led him to the table. The warmth of Graeme's hand felt good. When they reached the table he let go of Jason's arm and gestured to the chairs.
Graeme, whose manners Jason had decided were perfect, immediately asked after Keith and Esmé, and listened with apparent interest as Jason talked about them.
Then he changed the subject.
So, what did you decide to do after you left Oxford?”


Wednesday, March 9, 2011

More on Lance Lundsten

I talked about the tragic suicide of this young gay teen a coupla months ago.  His parents (from whom he was estranged) and the local newspaper have consistently denied that it was suicide.  As Box Turtle Bulletin reports, it has been officially determined that it was in fact suicide:


The mystery surrounding the January death of Lance Lundsten, the Miltona teen whose controversial death sparked a conversation about teen suicide across the nation, has now been revealed by the Douglas County Medical Examiner.
Dr. Mark Spanbauer confirmed Monday, March 7, that the teen’s manner of death was ruled suicide. The toxicology report from the Bureau of Criminal Apprehension and MEDTOX, determined the cause of death to be a mixed drug ingestion, according to Spanbauer.
“It was a mixed drug ingestion and suicide was the manner of death,” Spanbauer said.

But the local gay-haters are still in denial.  The local paper has not reported this news.  Read BTB's full report.

From time to time I get growly emails about my anger and hostility towards organized religion.  And my response is always:  it's because of stuff like this.  What happened to compassion, love, forgiveness, understanding? 

There is so much suffering in the world.  Why must we add to it?  Let's do what we can to make the world a better place, not a worse one.  Especially if we are Christian, or try to be.

Thursday, December 30, 2010

Majorca Flats -- 34

Jason pulled Luigi into his arms, and kissed him on the mouth. He smiled. “Did you enjoy that, gay-boy?” and he put on the special smile he had learned to use with his nanny, one which had always worked, a smile of rueful charm and wry acknowledgement that he was a scamp and a naughty boy but also said all too clearly 'go on, nanny, you know you love me.'
Luigi smiled back, the confidence he'd had before replaced by a touching and rather pathetic hope and need.
Jason wasn't quite sure what he was doing here. Oh, the superficial actions were obvious. But what sort of implicit promises was he making with his mouth and his hands and his body? He pushed the thoughts out of his mind. Luigi needed comfort now. It was simple. We all borrow from the future and find when the debts come to be paid that they are bigger than we remember. Such is life, no? Jason held Luigi close and kissed him gently on his forehead, his cheeks, his neck, his ears, but not on his lips. This had come to be about comfort and affection, not hot but loveless sex.
How beautiful and sexy he is! he thought, but he did not speak. He went on caressing the other man's body.



Monday, December 27, 2010

Majorca Flats -- 32

Luigi turned back towards the wall.
Jason was suddenly struck by the vulnerability of that boyish body, of the ribs curving just under the skin, of the naked buttocks and their cleft. There was a terrible pathos to Luigi's unguarded nudity; a tragic defencelessness about the thin neck and the so-carefully gelled and dyed hair, now tangled and dishevelled.
He remembered Brent's muscular manliness, his strength, the way he'd felt safe in Brent's arms, in Brent's orbit. How wrong he had been! Brent had needed his protection and support and at a key time, Jason hadn't been there for him.
He bent down again and gently kissed the back of Luigi's neck, tears in his eyes. Luigi didn't move or respond. Jason kissed each shoulder, and moved down the valley of Luigi's spine, kissing all the way, butterfly kisses of comfort and love. When he reached the other man's buttocks, he bit them each gently then raised one of Luigi's legs and started to kiss and lick his inner thigh. He continued moving his mouth up Luigi's taint, and then took him in his mouth. Cupping the other man's buttocks with his hands, he settled down to give Luigi the best head he'd ever had.