Life's a beach

After our Sunday lunch, one of the guys we were with drove us down to the local gay beach to show us around. As it's the middle of winter here, the beach itself was deserted - but not the car park. There was a long line of parked cars, each with a single male occupant. We got out and walked down to the sea, passing a few more lone men wandering along footpaths that meandered through the bushes. I couldn't help but wonder who these guys were. Were they married? In the closet? Or did they just like the thrill of the chase enough to while away the afternoon waiting patiently in their cars? I once read In the Shadow of the American Dream, the diaries of David Wojnarowicz, who dedicated many hours of his short life to cruising. The writing contains long dreary patches, interspersed with flashes of searing intensity - much like the life he describes.