Stewart

My loved one at Midnight Chamber has got me thinking about sex outdoors. Not something you can do a lot of in the city I live in. It's cold here a lot of the year.

I have to be honest, boring as it sounds, but I prefer a nice comfy warm bed most of the time. I think one reason is that I like to feel my whole body, and the sheets and all become part of the experience.

I was just recalling a boyfriend I had in my teens, and we spent a lot of time fucking in strange places. Phone boxes, fields, sheds, friends sofas, busses, cinemas, garages, behind the local pub. We had to, parents were a constant consideration at home. He was pretty inventive, too. I remember now, why I was so heartbroken when we split up.

We went on a hiking trip with the school to Cornwall, and found a lot of dark windy beaches and phone boxes, and all kinds of unlikely places to fulfill our unquenchable teenage horniness. It was great! Now that I think about it, we smoked quite a bit of pot together, too. Ah, I miss my Stewart. He was a lot of fun, and very cute and sexy. We dated for a year. It was a great year. Lots of fun, sex, live music shows, pot, motorcycles, laughing, drunkenness and love. I did love him tremendously.

How did I get to be so serious? Life wasn't at all serious with Stew. He was a total riot. Outrageously unconventional and cooler than cool, with black skinny jeans, indie rock, genius for mathematics, constant cigarettes and a keen sense of irony. He was pretty fucking awesome for 16.
I can still see those sparkly blue eyes, laughing uncontrollably at some utterly idiotic piece of social normality.
I think he shaped so much of me, looking back. I am thankful for that. He made some pretty cool contributions to my life.