Category Archives: Gratuitous Nudity

Oh, no, not that way. I meant in the front window, and in the back window. You thought something else. You haven’t been coming here long, have you?

Morning at the Boston condo first peeks in through the front windows. The dappled light filters through the trees, then travels across the kitchen table, over the floors and counters, slowly elongating then pulling back. Join me here. Sit at the table. You brew the coffee, I’ll stir in the cream, and you tell me: one lump or two? I’ll have my tea with honey, and we can watch our two cups steaming in the shafts of sunlight. We can be quiet here, begin the day softly, gently. Ease into it. There is no rush or hurry.

A bowl, empty for now, sits on the table, patiently waiting for citrus or nuts. It is waiting to be filled, to be purposeful, to pursue its destiny. Here, in the light of morning, watching the world awaken, we sip from our cups. We don’t yet realize the fortune of the moment.

These photos were taken ten years apart. When I posted the latest one, I thought it looked oddly familiar – and not just because I’ve seen my nakedness all over the place, but more for the pose and the background, and I realized I just put the older one up a few days ago. So yes, this is me ten years ago, and me today. Maybe the hairline is now set back a bit, maybe there are a few more wrinkles, and maybe I had the precognizance to realize that out of all my body parts (hello tummy) my ass would best withstand the test of time – but I think I’ve weathered things rather well. Ten years is a long time. Will I be taking this shot again when I’m 47? You bet my ass. Gay guys need to learn to grow older without fear.