Thursday, December 22, 2005
Life With "D"
So, what's your partner like, people have asked me. And since he figures in these columns, rather prominently at times, I decided I would write about him today.
I have written how D is really into sex, more than just about any other person, male or female, I have ever known. When he's home from working on the road, he still tends to get up early in the morning, make himself a cup of coffee, and then hang out on the computer. D really loves his porn, and he can pass several hours looking at it before I even crack an eyelid. He loves it all. Boy pictures, nasty men doing nasty things in all manner of nasty ways, girls and their pets. Not anything too vanilla, don't you agree? He especially enjoys the "mature women" sections of his favorite porn sites.
He threatens to put my photos on the internet. So far we have some good ones. He is planning on getting a few more after this Christmas homecoming stay.
I look forward to my ass in lights. Rest assured we shall keep you all informed.
Then sometimes D will leave off looking at the screen and he'll come into bed with me as I slowly start to wake up. Before I can say "breakfast in bed" I may feel him inside me. It's always a lovely way to wake up in the morning.
Later D might dig out his soprano saxaphone and play that for a bit. Next to sex and food, music is the other main interest in his life. In his twenties, D had a little jazz combo that played at bar mitzvahs around the New York City area. His musical tastes run to Qawalli (Muslim religious songs), to industrial (he's turned me onto Nine Inch Nails and Ministry), to electronica. I am slowly introducing him to the world of opera, although I find I love his tastes. Country? Don't think so.
The day may continue with a trip to our favorite market here in the south bay. D likes to plan his meals carefully when he's at home. Food is a huge part of his world. He especially loves duck. He can quite competently prepare his own birds, roast them, and then devour the whole thing at just about one sitting. I like to think his appetite will rub off on me, because I need to eat more. But if anything, his appetites shame me into puniness. I am so amazed at what he can sock away that I must forget to eat myself. I tell him he eats enough for the both of us.
He is the middle boy of three brothers.
His family was Orthodox, and each son reacted to that in his own way. D's older brother, a graphic designer, was quite gay, and travelled in a fast world. The youngest brother is an accountant and the devout one. The older brother passed of AIDS in 1991, and this was a great shock to the family.
Did this alarm me about D himself, people ask me. Earlier on I was more concerned for his safety, and mine, but we followed all the safe sex procedures when we got together. He tells me of his bath house experiences as a way of pointing out how he practices safe sex. So I am reassured. We have been together over 15 years now. Aren't we doing something right?
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I have written how D is really into sex, more than just about any other person, male or female, I have ever known. When he's home from working on the road, he still tends to get up early in the morning, make himself a cup of coffee, and then hang out on the computer. D really loves his porn, and he can pass several hours looking at it before I even crack an eyelid. He loves it all. Boy pictures, nasty men doing nasty things in all manner of nasty ways, girls and their pets. Not anything too vanilla, don't you agree? He especially enjoys the "mature women" sections of his favorite porn sites.
He threatens to put my photos on the internet. So far we have some good ones. He is planning on getting a few more after this Christmas homecoming stay.
I look forward to my ass in lights. Rest assured we shall keep you all informed.
Then sometimes D will leave off looking at the screen and he'll come into bed with me as I slowly start to wake up. Before I can say "breakfast in bed" I may feel him inside me. It's always a lovely way to wake up in the morning.
Later D might dig out his soprano saxaphone and play that for a bit. Next to sex and food, music is the other main interest in his life. In his twenties, D had a little jazz combo that played at bar mitzvahs around the New York City area. His musical tastes run to Qawalli (Muslim religious songs), to industrial (he's turned me onto Nine Inch Nails and Ministry), to electronica. I am slowly introducing him to the world of opera, although I find I love his tastes. Country? Don't think so.
The day may continue with a trip to our favorite market here in the south bay. D likes to plan his meals carefully when he's at home. Food is a huge part of his world. He especially loves duck. He can quite competently prepare his own birds, roast them, and then devour the whole thing at just about one sitting. I like to think his appetite will rub off on me, because I need to eat more. But if anything, his appetites shame me into puniness. I am so amazed at what he can sock away that I must forget to eat myself. I tell him he eats enough for the both of us.
He is the middle boy of three brothers.
His family was Orthodox, and each son reacted to that in his own way. D's older brother, a graphic designer, was quite gay, and travelled in a fast world. The youngest brother is an accountant and the devout one. The older brother passed of AIDS in 1991, and this was a great shock to the family.
Did this alarm me about D himself, people ask me. Earlier on I was more concerned for his safety, and mine, but we followed all the safe sex procedures when we got together. He tells me of his bath house experiences as a way of pointing out how he practices safe sex. So I am reassured. We have been together over 15 years now. Aren't we doing something right?
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