Guys in White Y Fronts

I see they are talking about tearing down the docks in Victoria Harbour. Stupid really. They can't leave things alone. Of course, it is property developers donating to politicians that are continually destroying our city. Sad really.

Jesus, the fun we had down there. Nothing like it now. Those big, loud, packed, sweaty, everyone in together, never any trouble, thumping dance parties. The music, the energy, the camaraderie. The lights, the glitter, heat.

I remember standing on those docks looking out over the water with the city’s lights reflected, off our faces. Hugging, chatting, the declarations of love. Ah, good times.

Oh, that year Andy and I, who looked alike, went dressed as school boys. We told the punters we were brothers who do it to each other. Then we’d pash each other. I tell you, that got the punters going, seriously, the school boy, brother thing, they were hot for us. I have never had so many disgusting propositions. Andy and I didn’t feel safe. Oh, we laughed.

Ah the dancing. The highs. The fun. The abandon. The throwing off of inhibitions for everyone there.

I miss handling guys in white Y fronts, or tiny shorts, or so very little. All those dancing boys together, friends in groups, and suddenly there’d be a new face in your orbit. Smiling, loving life, connecting.

Some random guy squirming in your arms, suddenly, with wanton eyes. The stickiness of his bare skin. The curves of him filling out that soft white cotton, tightly hugging him. Smiles. Captured, happily so. Promises made just by him not trying to escape your grip.

And you knew your night, morning was going to be fun, both of you becoming recreational vehicles.

I miss those days.

Feel the curve of his hot arse, knowing...

The long walk back to the car park as the sun was coming up. All those contorted faces in the half day light.

Ah, the memories came flooding back as Lord Mayor Sally Capp justified the destruction of the docks. So short sighted, I thought. So, what will we end up with, some structure with no history, not patina, no connection to what was there. Bland, 2000’s architecture, just like all the other 2000’s architecture that won’t age well and won’t be memorable.