Photo was me shortly before I left home at age 15 in 1977.  We are on the porch of Goldie’s home in Anderson, Indiana.

 

I went with Richard to the Lake house after work at 7:00 p.m.  He grilled lamb chops and Delmonico steaks on  the grill.  As much as I detest cooking, I enjoyed doing this with him.  His house keeper seems to have jumped ship and he was disturbed at her  lack of consideration.  I wish I knew someone for him.  He needs someone trustworthy and I need someone conscientious  enough to keep the place clean.  I am sitting on his floor at 2 in the morning waiting for some expired Benadryl tablets to take effect so that I can breathe.  Being allergic to fur, feathers, dust and mold, I can’t breathe within a couple hours of being here and that’s a shame.  This is the most romantic place I know and I just love being here and in Richard’s arms.  What more is there to life than this?

 

My eyes swell shut, my nose starts running and I have the overwhelming desire to claw my face off.  This isn’t very attractive.

 

We laid on the couch, facing each other, and with lotion, rubbed each other’s feet and legs and hands.  We got into some touchy topics tonight.  He asked about my first sexual encounter and I told I was raped at knife point by three men (Steve & Jim? Crabtree and George Minogue) when I was 14 (1976) and then I left home at 15 (1977) with my skate dancing partner, Jim Jones.

 

He started to ask about the rape and I went into the kitchen and trembling washed the dishes, hoping he would not ask again, when I returned. I was surprised to have such a strong reaction to the memory.   It felt like yesterday.  It seemed to have been the catalyst that launched a myriad of discovery questions about my sexuality.  I told him about Roy Persons and the swinging and he asked how I would feel about going up to Paradise Lakes for their Friday night dance.  I thought back to the night that he took me to hear the Jazz band and when I was dancing he had said that he thought I had exhibitionist qualities.  Was he looking for that extroverted sense of my sensuality in hopes to seeing me dance naked someday at Paradise Lakes?  My blood ran cold.

 

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