Only in Fort Lauderdale will you find a guest house that advertises "a sling in every room". The other night at Slammer, I heard someone call my name. I hadn't seen P in many years, but there he was, recognizing me and saying that I look the same as I ever did. C and I first met P in 1990 at The Tunnel, in New York City. He became a friend in that way that only gay men can form friendships built on mutual attraction that sometimes starts with sex and evolves to friendship with sex never really put into a reliquary or made off -limits but kept like a book of well-read poems on the coffee table where it can be opened and the words recited when there are guests, or not, with no anxiety. Hard to explain unless you are nodding right now with understanding.
Anyway, he's staying at a guest house in town that has a clothing optional pool and a sling in every room. We stopped by to collect him before going out last night and insisted he try the sling.
Tomorrow, he will kill me for posting this.
P, you were a cute little Hell's Kitchen Bangee Boy when we met you, and you're still hot. Still. Hot.
8 comments:
Love how the paper towels are so accessible. How convenient!
And the name of this upscale establishment is? Only, I've got my travel agent on the line now...
Greg
Now THAT is a well-appointed bed chamber!
Tony,
For shame! So glad my feeble attempts at seducing and bedding you and Chris in New York were met with indifference and a rolling of the eyes. I would have been mortified by the messy pictures and blog accounts of my mediocrity in bed. :)
P is a good sport for not hunting you down and bitch slapping you.
Now, where was this fabulous guest house? Did the sleeping masks have zippers?
Oh, so that's what a sling looks like!
"never really put into a reliquary or made off -limits but kept like a book of well-read poems on the coffee table where it can be opened and the words recited when there are guests, or not, with no anxiety."
Love that line. It's perfect. I'm nodding. Yes.
I love the reed wall covering.
I miss The Tunnel. I had the best times there in my early teens ... before I moved to Georgia.
Retirement suits you I see. ;)
Going to have lunch at GT. I have a shitload of reading to catch up on. Been foodblogging over at eGullet this week....
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