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drawings, free love, gil gordon, party time, s., scott, sex in the city
she stared at s. standing there naked in front of the mirror.
"you are a regular adonis. maybe just a little short in the thigh compared to
your lower legs, but very handsome." another one night stand for s. . this
time she was a journalist who had picked him up at a gallery opening in
chelsea. she had a luxurious apartment with all the amenities of the single
rich. later s. learned that this was a 'cougar'. in her early thirties and very
sure of what she wanted.
you could say that cupid had his mischievous eye on s. from way back and s's
eyes themselves were aphrodesiac to him. he was first awakened to the
palliative effects of the fair sex in the mountains of jamaica. every sunday the
little school bus would go from knox college to the small church in
mandeville. he was the favorite of a lovely teenager. on all those sunday rides
she would hold him on her lap the whole way. of course her attachment to a
six year old boy was purest innocence and s. thrived on her sisterly
affection. he always arrived transported by love to a state of almost religious
bliss.
drawing of gil gordon at the 'circle in the square'.
well, things were different now. s. was looking for love. and he was finding it
everywhere; at least in the form of sex. and girl tenderness obsessed him.
s. was always adoring someone, looking up to them with pure admiration; the
handsomeness of men and the often subtle beauties of the ladies.
the two donnas came into s's life simultaneously; one black, the other white.
the donnas were in their early twenties. s. drew black donna sleeping. his
pencil loving her watusi head and curls. she had enormous lips which
devoured his face. she used him sexually with a furious onslaught of hungry
desire. then she spit him out and rolled over like a man will do into deep sleep
immediately. she'd had her fill and lazily curls up in blissful sleep. and she
wanted him again and again through the night.
donna was a model at the art students league.
little donna was an uncommonly pretty milk white girl with brilliant blue eyes
and shiny black hair. she was short and plump as a georgia peach kissed by
the sun.
'doc' stanley had them making out on the rootop of the earl hotel overlooking
the park. it was supposed to be the prelude to a love scene in bed which never
came about. donna was fickle and s. drew the line at playing a part in doc's
skin flick.
then there was poor terry who got hooked on heroin and lost her bloom, her
sweet youth, in less than a few months after their affair. terry was seventeen and had the most beautiful red hair. she worked for a
music agent and had full run of the studio, offices and bedroom after hours.
then, when s. knew her they were like twins bopping around town in a moving
embrace, long coats and scarves flying, boots sloshing through the snow,
rosey cheeked in the biting city wind. both boasting the zest of carefree
adolescence. they traveled together everywhere with syncronized strides; a
lithe and spirited gait. and they were welcome everywhere. she bought him a
pair of 'wellingtons' the coolest boots you could buy. she bought him a
corduroy jacket of the most wonderful sienna hue. and they made love on
subways, hallways and in grassy glens at night in parks. but s. preferred the kingsize bed in the office
bedroom. a hot bath with incense and candles, some wine, some grass and billie holiday on
the state of the art sound system.
the shining sky father showered blessings on their free love. but s. was not
getting any work done.
bobby came to town and house sat at suffolk st. while s. went into the
mountains on a vision quest all alone for fourteen days.
😮 :faint:
"…they were like twins bopping around town in a moving embrace, long coats and scarves flying, boots sloshing through the snow, rosey cheeked in the biting city wind." Besides seeing it in my head, I see you doing a painting of this image. Love it.
pam,that is a very good idea. thanks for the comment. i can see it. :happy:
so s. did not do any work ?? :p I did read this yesterday night and I was thinking, "I hope s.was taking his vitamins …" :heart:I was also wondering,was s.full of dreams that couldn't materialize and sex was his way out? was he looking for an inspiration and the love making was a search ??or s.was all hormones and young and life was just a bliss ? well it took me a day before I comment here but I wanted to read the entry again and this time around I went with my third guess.Maybe is the early morning hour, or the mood,you tell me more about it …..(I hope) 🙂
"or s.was all hormones and young and life was just a bliss ?"boy i am so glad you came around finally. i was beginning to think that you were somehow horrified by s.'s escapades. no, i knew better. you do ask the most interesting questions. there was something about this part of your sentence which rings so true."was s.full of dreams that couldn't materialize" there was a clear disillusionment going on mixed with the distractions of the big city and an abundance of sexual opportunites.:cool:didn't i mention sixteen hour shifts at the night cafe's ?
:heart:I hear you meli,I always do
didn't i talk about the days of marching around town with a portfolio of twenty-five pounds of drawings; sometimes selling them by the pound? didn't i mention dollar pencil portraits at the circle? and the handouts from nena? ben graumann's wife?(nena taught us to drive in east hampton, when i was 13… she was a gem.), she used to take me places and introduce me to famous people in places like the metropolitan museum of art cafeteria. one time i remember very well. ben graumann's wife. his brother owned graumann's chinese theatre in hollywood. gifts of cash were regular because she adored her protege'. or my father who would send money now and then when i was behind in my rent? and one thing very important is that when you are a real artist just trying to keep your nose above water and go on, through all the natural confusion of youth, if you don't hustle a little, you will die of exhaustion and starvation.
"through all the natural confusion of youth, if you don't hustle a little, you will die of exhaustion and starvation"awwwwwwwwwww meli :heart: you wake up some of my memories I put to rest a long time ago :Dyou are very brave to share all with us,I for sure live s.'s life through these pages,some times I laugh others I am envious, others cry,at the end s. became a special presense and even if there are lines skipped intentionally, I got to read btwn them….. *hugs* thanks for sharing
There's something kind of "David" about that female model drawing. Perhaps it's the tilt of the hips. Well done.Hey and BTW I went out last Friday and had the WORST Thai food I've ever had. From now on, I'll stick with Thai On 1st. Which is excellent.
she was a very good model, that's for sure… yes, you mean what they call contraposto, as in the "david" of michaelangelo buonarotti… good eye ed :up:
Controposto. I'll (try to) remember that one. Thanks.
🙂