I met Chris days after I broke up with Seth. A beautiful boy, so young he still had milk crusted on the sides of his mouth. He was fresh, funny, alive. For a moment he made the pain go away.
Two months, then it was over. I went back to my mourning, he went on with his life. But Chris is one of those gems, a boy with sunshine in his eyes. Anyone who met him, fell instantly in love. My friend Joe included.
“I can’t believe you screwed that one up.”
“Joe, he’s 22, I’m 30. Screw what up? He’s a baby.”
“He’s a charming boy with good manners.”
He was. But I had a long journey ahead of me. Seth was everywhere I went, filling every corner of my world. No place for anything else but heartache.
Even after we split, Chris kept going back to Joe’s place, a mansion in the heart of Harlem where displaced people found safety. Among them a tranny named Kim.
Kim and I never got along. Oil, water, night, day. Chris, however, took to her like a house on fire. Soon they did everything together. Movies, walks, museums, Kim and Chris two Almodovar peas in a pod. Every time I’d come visit, there was Chris, with his she-male.
Then, an ordinary day, an extraordinary revelation.
“Where’s Chris?” I asked Joe jokingly, making fun of the fact that it was the first time in months I hadn’t seen him at the house.
“In Kim’s room.”
There was something in the way he said it. His tone was suggestive, mischievous. I looked at Joe.
“No way! Really? He’s getting fucked by a tranny?”
“I don’t know,” said Joe, “Kim won’t tell me. But I think something’s going on.”
I never asked, though I was dying to know. Was he? Years later, Kim, my roommate. Life’s little lessons. Sometimes oil and water mix with time.
Lately she’s been down. I thought it was the flu, then I thought it was a phase. Yesterday, as I checked out her blog, I finally got my answer, to the reason of her sadness, and to a question that’s been stubbornly blinking in the back of my mind. An entry about love, a prince named CJ. Son of a gun.
So the tranny and 'your' chris were an item this whole time and you never knew it????
Posted by: Roy | November 04, 2005 at 04:29 PM
The good things about blogs is that it gives you the chance to pour your heart out and if your like me, who never really cries. It gives me a chance to work out those aching questions and to cry on print.
This entry, yes it made me laugh. More than that, I re-lived it. The amazing house, my dog, the fire places, the fab kitchen, Joe and yes him.
Thanks so much for turning my upside down smile right side up. But,, so much for being anonymous.
Thanks again, I guess water and oil do sometimes, with time merge. It did and we have.
Yours truly, HRH♦P.K
Posted by: kim | November 04, 2005 at 07:37 PM
"six degrees of serperation" perhaps with your friend joe as the main person to bring all of you together?
just my opinion...oh,and:
HAPPY BIRTHDAY to you !!!
luv,
'sesame oil'
(that dosent mix well w/ water either, but sure smells good)
Posted by: clark | November 05, 2005 at 05:12 PM
Ethan, it's such a pleasure reading you. I literally love reading your blog.
Posted by: Jimmy | November 09, 2005 at 04:06 PM