LGBT PICNIC MID JANUARY

Writing now is like a drop of rain on barren ground. For some days I have not indulged in my blog. I work on reading and learning the R computer language in the week and any writing, well I always some to think of it as of little import. But in fact it is quite invigorating, empowering and meditative. What matters little is what I cover in these posts: Whether or not I capture the essence of moments effervescent is trivial. Let I just write.

 

It is Sunday today and I am just coming back from the park, from a picnic. There was much pleasure and all of it begins with the fact of me being gay. Put aside those thoughts of debauchery in the bushes, but think of me and two other friends on a blank spread on the grass. We told each other stories – our own and some invented – and lay the in the bliss of the afternoon in the shade of the palm. My palm caressed Detlef's head, passing my fingers through the smooth grey hairs he has left and his palm, in turn, caressed my leg below the knee. An exchange of affection, which I know by writing now, was nothing more than affection. I also earlier hugged Chris De Villers and Wimpy who greeted me with delight "Hi Wimpy, nice to finally meet you, give me a hug!". We spoke in Afrikaans, when the Afrikaans boys Chris, Wimpy, Jan and François came, but also in French.  We spoke of our lives, the inauspicious prospect of Namibian gay porn, eating Steers on a Sunday ("What so you don't gain weight on a Sunday? Chris asked Jannie), I sang Dancing Queen and danced to the last chorus to escape my destruction of the song, and later I read a Psalm. " O God, you are my God, earnestly I seek you, my soul thirsts for you, my body longs for you, a dry and weary land,…,On my bed I remember you, I think of you through the watches of the night,…your right hand upholds me" Detlef remarked it starts off like a story in Namibia, the dryness and bareness, but then ends up like something pornographic. Why? I asked, it need not be, just because of the hand. Eugene balanced my view on porn with his, saying you need not watch it alone. Perhaps it was the loneliness that was what caused the sin, or rather created the idea of the sin. But still I would not watch bodies comodofied and digitized. I rather feel the Spirit of God moving in me and bringing me to orgasm. Remember, there was no orgasm at this picnic, ok, it was the first picnic for support of LGBTI people that we had.

 

I am off to Catholic Church now. Hoped you liked this entry. Short and Sweet.