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@ 27.055 MHz: Ad Astra; To David ChampdeBataille, A Beauty I Loved At College
Did you know, David, or even suspect how much, in those years, I
desired you---casually clad in some pullover shirt and bell-bottom
jeans and barefoot during daylight, with stripey socks by evening,
and never shoes. You, David, became one of my earliest three
Homosexual Muses along with BlueLevel and Swedening.
Januarian
Beautiful and honest. I think
Beautiful and honest. I think we all have those crushes we wished knew about our love.
He had the most striking mop
He had the most striking mop of curls. And there was a spring to his gait when he was without shoes that was, to me, very attractive. I don't think he ever realized, during those four years, just how beautiful he was. One Saturday night, in September, 1978, we shared a delivered pizza together. I was not quite sure if I wanted to taste the pizza or his grass-stained toes. We spent a good many hours together, but I was too afraid, to disclose how much I desired him, because of the systemic homophobia on campus. But nobody---and I mean nobody---ever looked as good barefoot in a pair of distressed, bell-bottom jeans.
Starward-Led (in Chrismation, Januarius)