Loving Men-Bodies


We’re very familiar with our own body, but that of another?

I watch gay romantic movies. I’m always moved by the ease in which hands land on faces, in hair; how hands grip shoulders; or arms hang like draperies down backs.

We’re very aware of our body in space. But when another man’s body crosses that intimate 18 in he’s of personal space, something happens.

In new relationships, it’s as though a flint has been struck, sending roaring flames between the two. When you’re seasoned lovers it’s more like a cashmere blanket laid to ward off the chill.

When I watch lovers across a bar I can see them disappear into the other. Fully clothed they meld. It’s magical.

At some point in every lover relationship the pair becomes as comfortable with the others’ body.

This is called Love.