Hi, friends and readers:
So many people have written the past few days, asking if I’m okay about my boyfriend moving to Gainesville. Some are worried I’ll grow depressed, or worse. But, truly, guys: I’m fine. I’m not worried about our future; we’ve simply entered a different phase, where we can’t be together every day, or wake up next to each other in the morning. It’s okay. When you love each other, you deal with these difficulties. It’s part of a committed relationship.
Listen: the clip at left comes from a wonderful film titled Dream Boy. I’m sorry I can’t provide a larger size, but .gif files are tough to manipulate. This is an amazing and touching movie. I’m not sure if you can rent the film from Netflix, or buy it from Amazon. I think Dream Boy was produced in the Netherlands, even though it’s set in the Deep South in the 1970s. If you have ever experienced life as a somewhat geeky and terribly lonely gay boy, you will relate to this film at many levels. The scene you see takes place in a school bus one boy drives. As they say, Dream Boy “resonates.” You can view more clips of this amazing movie here:
Friday morning, we traveled from Gainesville to a golfing resort about two hours drive to the south, near the Gulf of Mexico.
I know, I know …. When I was a young man I thought golf was a “rich turd” activity, and not even a sport. “What’s up with chasing a little white ball around?” I’d say to my friends. But now that I’m older, I appreciate the beauty and rhythm of golf. It’s a challenge, and it takes your mind off everything else in your life, other than the beauty of nature, the sport, and the friends you play with. In a weird way, it’s like surfing, but more expensive.
We spent two nights at a beautiful resort, along with one our our best friends. We played a round of golf each day, on two of the best courses in Florida. We swam in the pool and dined in the resort’s restaurants. The place was beautiful, and even though I am the world’s crappiest golfer, I enjoyed myself thoroughly. This morning, after a pleasant breakfast, I bade my boyfriend a safe trip to Gainesville. Then I rode to my little island with our friend. After I unpacked, I felt a little blue. The house seemed a bit empty. But I told myself, “Get busy, Martin.”
I trimmed the Confederate jasmine vines on our trellises. I planted a young tree at the rental apartment’s patio. I cleaned our patio fountain, and generally cleaned up the outside of our property. I did a load of laundry and visited with my neighbors. The next thing I knew, a thunderstorm approached, and I settled into a rocking chair on my back porch, to listen to the storm with a drink. It’s all okay ….
All right, friends, I must prepare dinner, so I’ll wish you a nice Sunday evening. Again, don’t worry about me. I’m fine.