Chapter 70: Lover Friends | My Southern Gothic Life

New Blog Post up on my other blog….

And now, a trip back in time to Gay life in Peyton Place….

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“I found me a hot lover friend!”  My friend Gary screamed this out one night as we passed him on “The Block” in front of the Church on Main Street.  He had ridden his bicycle down there and it was stashed, hanging partially out of the trunk of a Mercedes sedan.  It was one o’clock in the morning and he was leaning out of the passenger window as he smiled and waived at his friends as he left “The Block”.  We thought he must have been picked up by an “out of towner” that night or he would never have been allowed to be so obvious.

But strange things could happen on “The Block.”   His new Lover Friend could have just been an infrequent visitor to the Block whose wife was out of town. The guy may have just had too much liquid courage to be cautious.  Gary was justifiably proud of his achievement.  It wasn’t often a boy of 18 like, like Gary, ended up in a Mercedes.  Well, on second thought, it did happen more often than one might suppose.

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