When I was younger, I was hot for information and experience. The encounters with strangers, the kisses and fumbling with belts and trousers, never once felt abject to me. In cruising, I found an important part of my education.
In cruising, I found a truth in moonlight. Tracking the pale faces or flickering cigarette ends, I could walk for hours. Those hours taught me much about patience, about being open to possibility.
Cruising has always been partly about seeking pleasure, and doing so without a certain end point. Some encounters were extraordinary, some were not, but the experience of cruising never failed to please.
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