june 2010
i was all packed and ready to go. i had said most of my final goodbyes to all my friends in sydney. so many farewells in cafes. so many cups of coffee no doubt it would be summer before i pass a solid stool again. i would miss them all so badly. many people don't like Sydney because it can be mean and cruel and unforgiving. that's partly why i love it. also, i love it for my friends that are there. i would see them soon, but not soon enough.
i hadn't seen Drew for days. i'm guessed she was mad and wanted me out of her house. so i walked the dogs and stayed away as much as i could in the last few days
i was walking back from the cafe on the corner, polishing off a coffee when my phone rang. it was Dj from the other night. "you want to grab a coffee or something?"
i don't need the coffee. i need the 'something'... "i'd love a coffee, i haven't had one yet today," i lied
he lives in the Portuguese Chicken Quarter of Petersham. we ate. we talked shit. went to the cafe around the corner. it's run by a crazy man who has opened a gallery out the back of the cafe. Dj is from Melbourne. he'd only been here just under a year. having 2 strong coffees within an hour i started an argument over the preconceived notion of Melbourne being great for coffee and Sydney being shit. i think it's out-dated and Sydney has easily caught up. in the midst of a caffeine overload i should shut my fucking mouth if i wanted sex again. i shut up. we went back to his place and fucked again.
Dj was lying on my chest when he asked "you want to stay for dinner?"
food. sex. cuddles. food.
holy shit. i'm in love.
as dusk hit, we walked his housemate's dogs around the footy oval. 2 beautifully stubborn staffys. one a spoiled brat. the other a proud old bitch hobbling along behind. she was old and gorgeous. not as gorgeous as the footy team Dj and i were perving on. making smart ass comments about raping the little one. rape can be funny, but only when it's about raping a man. men love any action. no matter what. they crave attention. waking up in a gutter with no memory of the night before and discovering a few bruises, a burning sensation and your with you bum stuffed with bloody tissues - it's all in good fun!
Dj cooked dinner - perfect steak on a bed of bakes sweet potato mash (yes, it was so fucking good i remember it a year later) while i sat and drank with Tim, his housemate. Tim is incredible. it's rare you find an older poof who genuinely listens to what you have to say. not an ounce of pretention. no pompous attitude. you could drink with that son of a bitch all night. if there wasn't the promise of more hot nasty sex with Dj, then i would have
i stayed over that night. curled up spooning a freshly raped ass. i'm a cuddler. i will cuddle the fuck out of someone. Dj and i did. all night. i woke up the most rested i had in months. possibly a year or more. after some slow snoozy morning sex, Dj cooked breakfast. poached eggs with wilted garlic spinach on toast.
food. sex. food. beer. sex. cuddles. sex. food. sex - i was in heaven
after a long kiss goodbye that turned into another botty bashing. i went home. Drew was home and in a great mood. she'd met a guy the same day i met Dj and she'd also been having tonnes of nasty stuff up her 'giny. on a rainy sydney afternoon i boarded the plane for melbourne. i'd had a rough time, mostly due to my own stupid mistakes and decisions. but the final few days were incredible. the best send off i could have asked for
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