I spent the summer of 1971
The place we shared in Scituate was a winter rental and come spring we had to decide where we were going, Paul would be moving to Schenectady, NJ to live with his girlfriend Jane B. Eddie and Janet Kruse and Anne G were going to to a piece of land in West Virginia to have a commune, they invited me to join them and I agreed to come down to visit in July. I had, by now discovered the 'gay life' of Boston and was entranced. Towards the end of spring I was invited to a party where I met a handsome, jovial, charismatic young painter named Kevin Scott. I fell quickly in love after a night of drunken unbridled passion on th Esplanade with him.
I also had begun 'seeing' a beautiful , bright sexy woman, Bobby, who was the twin sister of one of my closest pals from school in Madrid, Pam. Bobby invited me to spend the weekend with her at a place se had in Hyannis. I told her truthfully that i had a friend named Kevin whose birthday was that weekend and I ad promised to spend the day with him No more details about kind of friend... Bobby graciously said there was plenty of room for him as well and to invite him along. Boy did I not think tis one through. Can you tell where this is headed boys and girls?
He had a studiio in an old barn in Cambridge behind the home were 3 jesuit priests were living. They were part of the catholic activist left at the time. I stayed at night in kevin's arms in the loft and the days I spent at the Harvard art museums Fogg and Peabody, drawing and studying old and contemporary masters. Kevin and I ate with the jesuits. The talk was always fully charged and learned: intellectual conversations about politics, art, religion. I felt 'in my element.'
By the way, I have no car, no job, almost no money at this time. I'm getting everwhere on foot or hitcchhiking, The thought of a free weekend with a woman I adored and a man i was in 'lust' with seemed irresistible. Of course we would all go down in Bobby's car when she got off work on Friday. It never occured to me to think about sleeping arrangements. Fortunately, kevin charmed Bobby and we ad a great time just palling around, but at nigt it got awkward and I managed to irk 2 people off by sleeping with neither. The sexual tension was high the next day. Kevin telling me to tell Bobby te truth about our friendship. I didn't want to hurt her as she was being so generous, Second night same as the first but we plan to leave next morning.
On the way home we had a flat tire. I got out to fix it and discovered there was only another flat tire as a spare. It was determined Bobby was te smnart coice for itching bacflk to a place to get some help as she had looks and a credit card. It was at least 15 miles she had to go and kevin and I after the week of frustration sat in the back seat of the car and fell into one anothers arms, groping and kissing and getting steamed up. We ad no idea of ow much time ad passed wen suddenly pulling up beind us was a Two truck wit Bobby looking down on us, in flagrante delicto. It was not a happy moment, though Bobby shook it off ffor the rest of the ride home. We were able to get over her sense of betrayal and became friends. But Kevin was another matter.
I spent the summer of 1971
The place we shared in Scituate was a winter rental and come spring we had to decide where we were going, Paul would be moving to Schenectady, NJ to live with his girlfriend Jane B. Eddie and Janet Kruse and Anne G were going to to a piece of land in West Virginia to have a commune, they invited me to join them and I agreed to come down to visit in July. I had, by now discovered the 'gay life' of Boston and was entranced. Towards the end of spring I was invited to a party where I met a handsome, jovial, charismatic young painter named Kevin Scott. I fell quickly in love after a night of drunken unbridled passion on th Esplanade with him.
I also had begun 'seeing' a beautiful , bright sexy woman, Bobby, who was the twin sister of one of my closest pals from school in Madrid, Pam. Bobby invited me to spend the weekend with her at a place se had in Hyannis. I told her truthfully that i had a friend named Kevin whose birthday was that weekend and I ad promised to spend the day with him No more details about kind of friend... Bobby graciously said there was plenty of room for him as well and to invite him along. Boy did I not think tis one through. Can you tell where this is headed boys and girls?
He had a studiio in an old barn in Cambridge behind the home were 3 jesuit priests were living. They were part of the catholic activist left at the time. I stayed at night in kevin's arms in the loft and the days I spent at the Harvard art museums Fogg and Peabody, drawing and studying old and contemporary masters. Kevin and I ate with the jesuits. The talk was always fully charged and learned: intellectual conversations about politics, art, religion. I felt 'in my element.'
By the way, I have no car, no job, almost no money at this time. I'm getting everwhere on foot or hitcchhiking, The thought of a free weekend with a woman I adored and a man i was in 'lust' with seemed irresistible. Of course we would all go down in Bobby's car when she got off work on Friday. It never occured to me to think about sleeping arrangements. Fortunately, kevin charmed Bobby and we ad a great time just palling around, but at nigt it got awkward and I managed to irk 2 people off by sleeping with neither. The sexual tension was high the next day. Kevin telling me to tell Bobby te truth about our friendship. I didn't want to hurt her as she was being so generous, Second night same as the first but we plan to leave next morning.
On the way home we had a flat tire. I got out to fix it and discovered there was only another flat tire as a spare. It was determined Bobby was te smnart coice for itching bacflk to a place to get some help as she had looks and a credit card. It was at least 15 miles she had to go and kevin and I after the week of frustration sat in the back seat of the car and fell into one anothers arms, groping and kissing and getting steamed up. We ad no idea of ow much time ad passed wen suddenly pulling up beind us was a Two truck wit Bobby looking down on us, in flagrante delicto. It was not a happy moment, though Bobby shook it off ffor the rest of the ride home. We were able to get over her sense of betrayal and became friends. But Kevin was another matter.