Wednesday, April 5th 2006
Holding On To That Moment
F and I woke up promptly at 9 and had a somewhat adequate breakfast at a local diner around Folsom St. We then headed over to the gym for a killer leg workout. I hate doing legs, but having somebody there is a big help - especially when they look like are François Sagat.
When I first started going to the gym I remember going at around 5 or so and having to work in with some guy at the cables. Well, I also remember having to bend down and remove the pin from its slot and put it up really high from the original position. It was trés embarrassing. So embarrassing that I never returned to the gym during that time again for about a year. I didn’t feel embarrassed with F at all, it was just sort of reminiscent of that time. That kind of thing is in my head, it’s not real, it comes form my own feelings of inadequacy which are far from valid.
Cut to the squat machine and I was taking the 7th 45lb plate from the rack to the machine I said, “Perhaps I should just sit on the bar for you, it would be far less work and just as much weight.” An hour or so later we limped out of Gold’s and headed over to his place to discuss our next move. I felt like another movie. Not only was it an excuse to cuddle up to those shoulders again, but I felt like I needed a real scary movie. I had gotten myself worked up for it yesterday and was a bit disappointed with “Slither”. This time I chose. “The Hills Have Eyes” was a no brainer. I knew of the general idea of it; however, had no idea what I was in for.
I cuddled up to his shoulders, I grabbed his pant leg, dropped the popcorn and jumped out of my seat numerous times. This was Wes Craven at his absolute best!!!! It was an amazing movie, amazing for a horror movie. There was a really violent sequence about a third of the way in that almost made me puke and walk out. I never react that way….ever. I have seen many many many movies like this, but never had this sort of reaction. I LOVED IT!!!!!!! At the end of the movie I had to collect my breath for a moment before we left. You know when you get off a good roller coaster and you’re suprised you survived and proceed directly to the ride line? Yeah. Fucking Intense. Two fat, hard cocks way up!!!
I’m just about to retire now to the comfort of François and his bed, but before that we have an interview to complete for him. There are some questions he doesn’t understand. And upon reading them I really don’t either. “What is up your ass right now?” That was one of them. François replied “the chair?” FUCKIN’ ADORABLE! Those brown eyes are enough to make you, and I do, grab that face and just kiss him. I told him that was the most ridiculous question I have ever heard and he had every right to dismiss it… along with that one… that one and for sure that one. It seemed like these questions were formulated by a 13 yr old shut-in that hadn’t seen the light of day in years. There are benefits to doing interviews in print.
