I’ve returned to London, just in time for a glorious heatwave hitting the country.
I thought of Hampstead Heath yesterday and how it must be full of cruisers at night. And I thought of the years I spent going to public toilets, checking out guys, everyone horny because of Spring.
Since I’ve been back I’ve had no interest in cruising. It’s as if my sex drive just died… or maybe I’m depressed. I’ve turned into a stay-at-home husband, finding comfort in my partner’s arms.
And so life goes…