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...so he ran. He was always in his dreams of falling, traveling through the sky in a blur of forever blue. Across a moment of time, forever.
9:01 AM Oct 12th
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It is with that wrong assumption that I fall to 79, the year I was in SF. I next met someone from Buenos Aries. His friend was very wealthy.
10:33 AM May 10th
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I was subdued by his house, his apparent wealth. He thought I didn't want him, at least not enough to enter him. Such a wrong assumption.
3:33 PM Apr 23rd
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He had a house in Marin, with a turret and a magnificent view. The pool alone was wonderful beyond imagination, and the drive out startling.
2:51 PM Apr 22nd
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So I moved on, went to my first bathhouse, where I met someone both interesting and intriguing, someone who would want me for something.
2:49 PM Apr 22nd
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It was not the first time my heart was broken, nor would it be the last, but it was the most striking. I had never expected to see him.
12:14 PM Apr 22nd
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I never saw him again, my older kisser. I walked by his shop many times, looked in, but didn't go in or speak to him. My heart was broken.
12:11 PM Apr 22nd
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My face grew cold, my heart broken, yet my voice steady and unaffected. I suggested to my friend, Bob, that we leave and head elsewhere.
11:19 AM Apr 22nd
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We walked into the one cool bar on Castro, and just inside the front door was the amazing older kisser, lips wrapped around another man.
11:17 AM Apr 22nd
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I took him on a tour of Castro, to all the bars and their patrons. He was just a friend; we had never had sex, never would, not even once.
11:15 AM Apr 22nd
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My friend from Seattle, the one I first lived with, to hang out with my first boyfriend who I moved to San Francisco with, he came to visit.
11:13 AM Apr 22nd
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He was an amazing kisser! I could just melt, thinking about his delights. You know, though; not once did we go out for dinner, even coffee.
10:45 AM Apr 22nd
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What a bedroom he had! There was a view of San Francisco that was exceptional. His place was on the hill above Castro, and was quite nice.
10:43 AM Apr 22nd
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He introduced me to so much: authors, artists, ideas. Others may have had more beautiful bodies, but none could compare to his filled mind.
10:06 AM Apr 22nd
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Magically, I met a very interesting man who owned a shop near Castro. It was full of art deco, art noveau; both are a favorite to this day.
9:36 AM Apr 22nd
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So there I was, my one best friend dead by his own hand, no boyfriend in sight, and no end of curiousity about what was going on at the bar.
2:30 PM Apr 21st
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Two have left the window, two who found nothing of favor in watching me fall, or listening to my stories of days gone by in a far off land.
11:59 AM Apr 21st
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Three more join the eleven, making a crowd of fourteen watching me out here in the empty: no spider to keep me company; no friends guiding.
9:27 PM Apr 19th
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With those final memories of David, I fall to 80 and see eleven of you watching me, reading my words, hearing my stories, faces on glass.
8:36 PM Apr 19th
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Or, did he simply fall off into the nothing of solid cloud, filtered moments across no time at all. Is he still there, in that nothing spot?
8:33 PM Apr 19th
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- Name Guy Koehler
- Location Redmond, WA
- Web http://guykoehler...
- Bio Upon a Ledge: A new story created specifically for Twitter, one entry at a time.
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