Flashback AttackI wanted to check outOur second choice guest house So we went there for "Gay Brunch". Funny how some subtle aspect Of ordinarily innocuous environs Can turn the whole place toxic. Brunch was delicious If a little over-priced. The whole town is pricy, though. The waiter was cute and efficient. The clientele was mixed in age And friendly in demeanor. The place was well kept. Pleasant pool, spa and sun deck. Clothing had not yet gotten optional. The place was kept cool By large fans With a clever misting gadget. As I ate, I took in the scene And listened to the music: Eighties disco. The selection was eclectic. I recognized every song As one I like to this day. As I sang along And continued to look around I became progressively more anxious. I kept flashing back To the disco scene While I was coming out. So much insecurity So much unpleasantness -- I thought it was all behind me. Unable to focus On the present pleasant place I pushed for a hasty departure. Later, from a high vantage point, We looked in on the place And saw a guest sunning naked. My anxiety abated as I saw A clothing-optional guest house Instead of a reminder Of hell from my past. |
| 15 April 2002 | |
| by Bill Cattey |