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Jul
22

Inside of a dog it’s too dark to read..

I turned the page once more as the story unfolded. The descriptions of Malone and Sutherland. Sutherland reminds me of so many eccentric men I’ve met in my years. I’m speaking , of course, of Dancer from the Dance by Andrew Holleran. If you haven’t read it, you should. It is quite possibly the most poignant and delicious book about gay life in the 70′s.
I sat out by the pool devouring each page, savoring the words and letting them wash over me. The sun beat down on my face, but I didn’t seem to care as I immersed myself in the story.
There were a couple of frat boys doing cannonballs into the pool as Katie drifted on her pool float. The birds flew by twittering and fussing. It was the perfect example of a relaxing summers day.
Worries about moving, rent, jobs, articles all seemed to melt away as I turned another page.
In my head Verdi’s Un Di, Felice from La Traviata played out, followed by Nessun Dorma. I’m not sure why opera seems to be my music of choice for summer.
It might be the strong emotions people tend to feel during the summer heat are reflected in the arias of an opera.
I wiped the sweat from my brow as I turned another page.

I love summer.