In general, maybe even on the surface, we all share a lot in common. So if I really want to know you and you want to know me, we have to tell each other our feelings - my feelings at the deepest level are uniquely mine. Intimacy comes from that sharing of ourselves.
This, then, is a bit more of my own bio,added to the rest of what I have posted so far.
My comments to Len's posting this morning/today:
Thanks for your comments, Len.Sorry about my 'showing-off' "Tres intime" means "very close" . . using the French word "intime"intimate - adds some implied "spice" to the mix!LOL
Mom is French, a professor of English Lit, throws in French words words in conversation. . .I got slanguage-mixed at an early age. hehee
Being youngest of three - my sister is 10 years older than I - mom had a lot of time for me, reading to me "from forever"it seems, teaching me some French too. So added to being a tad spoiled, I am gay, kinda bi-lingual, and love to tease.
Dad is a lawyer. They are latterday hippies' born-again Yuppies, lovers since college days, and no regrets about their youth.
When I think about it . . .where else would we live but on Cape Cod, a bit of distance from gay Provincetown, in a big old house with lots of room to breathe,unwind, always open to people of all kinds. . .Mom's de riguer after Mass Sunday brunch very often is a gathering of good friends, facinating characters . . . .what a wonderful ambiance for a gay kid to grow up in ...LOL
So voila! there you have it. . "tres intimes". . hahahahaaaaaaa
ciao, ciao, bambino. . .justino