Sunbathe Time

A man, to be greatly good, must imagine intensely and comprehensively; he must put himself in the place of another and in many others; the pains and pleasures of his species must become his own.

-Percy Bysshe Shelley

Twenty-five years ago today:

January 25, 1987
Sunday

It was a beautiful day. It was quite the turnaround from yesterday.

I enjoyed watching the SUPER BOWL on television with Mark at his house in San Lorenzo. The New York Giants won the game.

Mark's mom stopped by to bring him a flower arrangement as a centerpiece for his dining table. What are mom's for but to bring flowers to spark up a child's home every so often?

Mark seemed QBL (Questionable) today.

I confided in Mark today, telling him about my being a surrogate father by way of sperm donation. He didn't seem too phased and didn't raise much of an eyebrow over the news.

We both went out in his backyard and laid out for some sun rays.  The sunbathe time was relaxing.

I left Mark's pad by seven o'clock when the SUPER BOWL had ended.

I dropped over at mom's house when my brother, Tony, and his wife, Helen, were just leaving. I was hungry with the munchies. I persuaded mom to accompany me to Jack-In-The-Box on Park Street. We brought the goods back to her house and 'porked-out'.

When I returned to my pad I called Mike Miller.
Sue answered the phone and said, "Oh, Mike's not here now."
I chatted with Sue for a while about nothing special.
I telephoned Bob Guild and invited him over to my place to watch one of my favorite movies (starring Nicolas Cage and Matthew Modine) called BIRDY. After he watched the movie he left in a disgruntled mood.
Bob said, "You can't handle it."

I guess he feels I don't have the desire for him. Yuck! I don't. I seriously felt it was the end of our friendship after he'd left. It was most certainly a short-lived friendship. The reasoning is apparent. Bob cannot allow friendship with his overpowering feelings for 'more'. I can understand his feelings. It reminds me of Kathy Salamack for some reason. I remember her well. Yuck…when I think o her now…the 'Monkey Ward' sales girl. When I worked at the Montgomery Ward Department Store in Oakland in 1976-77 as a stock boy she worked as a sales-clerk. I couldn't think of anything but her and I had such a yearning desire for her. She wouldn't give me the time of day. She smiled a few times but I think she felt I was 'below' her because I was a mere stock boy and sometimes 'busboy' in the company cafeteria. Alas, that's ancient history now.

'They know not how to touch the heart without bruising it.'
-A Modern Writer
THE RED AND THE BLACK, Stendhal