Category: Zimbabwe

Will you still respect me in the am?

I spent last night with two men. I have been writing about the possibility of two men, dreaming and fantasising about it, for ages.

Finally, we got it together. Me and two of the most handsome, gorgeous, bright, funny and talented men I know.  One lives in my city, one far away.

I’ve known them for a long time.  But not as long as they’ve known each other.  They’ve been friends since 1964.

That’s a helluva history.

They were school friends, family friends, getting into trouble friends, discovering girl friends, learning to kiss friends, getting to first base, then to second, parties, clubs, dancing, wild, crazy friends. They shared times that were insane and extraordinary, connected by music;  playing, singing, listening, dancing.

I’m an old friend too. They never got to first base with me (maybe they did, but a girl is discreet) but I’m their girl, their go to, their safety, their friend.

Last night we were all in the same city at the same time and they came over. We put on Tom Waits and we cooked. We smashed garlic, squeezed lemon, poured oil, marinated pork, boiled potatoes, plucked spinach, sliced plums, roasted plums, added cinnamom, star anise, butter, big blobs of butter, sugar, cream, music, whisky, wine and cognac.

The moon shone brightly. The night smelt good and the night felt sexy.

There was love.

We played music. The soundtrack of our youth.

Nancy Sinatra, These Boots were made for Walking.

Antonio Carlos Jobim, Girl from Ipanema.

Bee Gees, How deep is your Love.

Neil Young, Heart of Gold.

Joan Baez, Dona Donnna.

We took turns to be DJ. We got excited, we yelled, California Deaming, Stairway to Heaven, Bohemian Rhapsody, Night Fever. Jesus Christ Superstar.  

And Hair!

For hours, we listened we sang, we danced and we drank. We danced together and we danced alone. Sometimes I slow danced with D, sometimes with S. We did the shuffle. I go-go danced, they did the funk.

We got tired, we lay down, we closed our eyes, we carried on with the music.

We loved.

It was not that kind of love threesome.

It was the real kind of love threesome.

It was a friendship, freedom and memory threesome.

It was one of the best nights of my life.

And I did not take off my clothes.

I lie.

I did. But it was to dance outside, as it started raining.

When the moon is in the Seventh House
And Jupiter aligns with Mars
Then peace will guide the planets
And love will steer the stars
This is the dawning of the age of Aquarius
The age of Aquarius
Aquarius!
Aquarius!
Harmony and understanding
Sympathy and trust abounding
No more falsehoods or derisions
Golden living dreams of visions
Mystic crystal revalation
And the mind’s true liberation
Aquarius!
Aquarius!
When the moon is in the Seventh House
And Jupiter aligns with Mars
Then peace will guide the planets
And love will steer the stars
This is the dawning of the age of Aquarius
The age of Aquarius
Aquarius!
Aquarius!

The old people in your life

They know you.

They love you.

You love them.

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