It's Not Just That It Was The First Time, It Was The Best Time

Back in the eighties I was sent to San Francisco for training. On the corner were these free newspapers, I picked one up and it was loaded with ads for raunchy places. On the two back pages personal adds 'looking for young man for pleasure'. I called the number from my hotel room, a man talked to me and agreed to meet me, walk down a couple of streets and he would pick me up in a Jaguar.

He was an older man, we went to this motel, and he had sex the way he wanted to.

AIDS was a big bummer, the nineties I grew older, then LGBT and Pride movement. But in my mind, that night in San Francisco is the night I hold onto, that was the night I had sex the first time.