Now That I’m Dancing Who Cares If I Ever Stop!*

Yesterday I walked in Washington, D.C. with a man that I am getting close to.  We had gone to a museum and then lunch.  As we walked down 17th Street in what is a heavily gay area of D.C., I put my arm through his for what was probably only a few steps.  I was very conscious that we were in what I thought of as a safe part of town for gay men, and loved the intimacy of being able to walk in this way.  It was a freedom and public display of affection that was intimate and pleasurable.

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