![]() 08 Feb 2008 - Gay Edition #41 |
I'm a big fan of long nature walks and spending time in the great outdoors, but I've never had the pleasure of stumbling upon a fellow walker in the way one of you have. To whomever wrote this week’s Confession; Let me know where it is you go walking! Our sticky handed movie reviewers have had a fun week of rummaging around to find you the latest juicy viewing material. On offer is a documentary about life in the military and a stiffening Eurocreme title that will blow those winter blues away. Enjoy! |
Confessions: A Walk In The Wild
So I like walking; walking, not hiking or running or any of that shit. I like the wind in my face, the dirt on my boots, even the ache in my legs after a long day out. Most of all I like the open spaces, I guess. Where I go you can walk miles and miles without seeing another soul, and when you do it's a nod of the head and you walk on. All except that one day when I met the skinhead kid. It's not a good name, since he was a bit too old to be a kid and a bit too scruffy to be a skinhead, but I never got his real name. He was walking down the path, and he looked like he'd walked out of a club or something, not the middle of nowhere with nothing but rocks and sheep around. He was wearing camouflage pants and rainbow suspenders, and he'd shaved his head, rather badly. He carried a ragged backpack. When we passed, he stopped, and he smiled at me. 'Hey,' he said. 'Nice day.' I grunted something, looking away, but he didn't give up. 'You come here often?' He grinned and sat down on a boulder. He had long skinny legs and as his shirt rode up I saw he had a ring in his navel. Not that I was staring. Click here to read more... |
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