black's beach

For a beach instills freedom, the waves, how magnificent they were as they come and go, marks the ebb and flow of things. It has a way of overwhelming someone's feet and lightening it up- the waves- its sudden attack and its gentle departure. The sound of the ocean, so crisp in the ear, can besiege one's boredom to possibilities. For the beach was crowded by men, and men of certain life's standard. Homosexuals they were, some naked, some clothed, some with aged bodies, some with hairs, some with colors, some handsome, for they were all men of different kinds. I witnessed the beach in time, though not perfectly, for I was- what was it? shy? anxious? perhaps nervous, perhaps, all of those sorts.

One can come across with someone in odd places, especially odd, too, when the affinity you had with that someone was nothing but a mere sexual affair. I dealt with it by ignoring the friction, thus, eliminating a meeting, a small talk, an awkward glance and smile, and god knows what else could have happened. But incidence of him, any part of him, was completely avoided by simply ignoring the circumstance itself. But one feels uneasiness inside of such odd situations. Still, one get over things in time. Still life has a way of adding up day to day.

Alvin had trouble getting to the beach, for the path was steep (we took the harder path), and he did his tricks, of sitting and sliding! not caring of people behind us, nor how the earth would soil his shorts. And I tripped, too, once. And there was Thomas, behind, while I pretended to not see him, and I did good pretending. Eddie was already miles ahead, and there we were, me and Alvin, still struggling, still holding up people behind.

We took comfort, finally, after an exhausting trip down, at a place situated in the gay part of the beach. We laid down mats, erected the umbrella, and there we sat. Franz was calling us asking where we were, and constantly calling, it might have been five times, until we finally had a glimpse of him, in his green shorts and white t-shirt. Finally, there he was, and our group was at last complete. Franz laid a towel, next the mat we already had lain, so he could be in the sun, absent from the umbrella's cast of shadow.

We took a walk, and west direction we took. Oh, how the water felt nice! tingling our feet with its temperate state. We walked a while, and saw things- children naked, men naked, them playing volleyball, a couple naked, too, and a woman, big breasted, and another woman, big nippled, oh varieties! A twilight zone it was! And how eye candy a sight of a handsome man, though I was not too big, nor really cared much. Neither it touched my nerves, the sensual, sexual part.

We took the easier path way back up, and yet, it still tired us. A nice day it was, afar from the norm of everyday living.