Monday, 27 April 2015


One Wednesday night I decided to go to "The Bar". It was located in downtown New Haven, not very far from the “Gotham City” but it had a different atmosphere: it was cosy and homey. A pool table stood right in the middle of the large room, some guys were playing billiard, whilst some others were just looking at them and sipping from their glasses. The music was much cheesier than the one at the “Gotham City" and the lightings shaped up the relaxed ambience.  I was drinking a chilly Budweiser when I saw him. He was standing on the other side of the pool. He was tall, he had dark blond hair and brown eyes, his body was muscular and he had a nice sweet smile. He looked at me, then he turned his face away and he kept on watching the game. After a few minutes he did the same again, the so called: "glance-and-go" technique. At that point, I was still unsure, if he liked me and was just too shy to come over, or if I was rather like a stalker to him. So I drank the last sip of my beer and I walked towards him. I was finally standing at his right side and he started ignoring me completely. I sat onto a high stool and after a few minutes, I took some courage and I asked him what his name was. "Robert, what is your name?" He asked. So we started our conversation and at the end of the evening he gave me his mobile phone number and we arranged to meet again on the day after. Robert and I started going out regularly, he gradually introduced me to his mates and I felt very welcome with all of them. At that point I found out that his friends used to call him Rob. Everything was perfect but I was still confused about Rob's feelings: he did not seem to get either physically or emotionally closer to me. One day he asked me if I wanted to join him to Bridgeport. His friend Sam was going away for a week and he had asked Rob to water the plants in his beach house. I realized that that would have been the perfect chance to find out more about where I stood, thus I accepted the kind offer. We arrived in Bridgeport on a Saturday late afternoon. Robert parked the car in front of the wooden house and we walked towards the fancy porch. Strings of bells hanging in the veranda were sparkling with the reddish rays of the sunset. From time to time a breeze made two of the triple spiral strings of glassy belts strike, producing such a harmonious melody, that gave the sunset an even more romantic effect. A more distant noise of the ocean waves, crashing into the pier, also played an important role in that dream of colours and music. Robert took out the keys, he opened the door and he let me in. The beautiful wooden floor jumped immediately to my eyes: its American black walnut dark colours gave an elegant look to the living room and its stylish furniture. On the bow windows white silk curtains were lightening the darker ambience, letting the weak sunset rays passing through the delicate fabric. Robert filled up a metal watering can and poured some fresh water to the thirsty plants. Outside the light of the sun had finally disappeared when we sat on the soft sofa and Rob turned on the television. On W.T.N.H. there was a talk show about the forthcoming elections and we stuck to it for a couple of hours. I was getting quite tired and bored when I decided it was time to act. Of course I realized that as Robert was older than me, it would have been quite awkward for me to take the first step. However as he did not seem to make any effort and he did not show any intention to come closer to me, I had no choice but to take the risk. Just before midnight I faked a sudden sleepiness and I gradually shifted my whole body towards him, up to the point that my head fell "incidentally" onto his laps. Robert started touching my head and caressing my hair. When I felt confident that he would have not rejected me, I lifted my chest up, I looked right into his eyes and I started kissing him. Suddenly he pushed me away and he said: "Sorry, I can't do this, I am really sorry, I can't do this". His reaction made me feel very uncomfortable. I did not know what to do or say anymore, I felt utterly embarrassed and I asked him to drive me home. 

The morning after Adriana and I decided to spend some time at the pool, Adriana's boyfriend's Richard, also joined us for a couple of hours. He was originally from Maine and grew up in the very same town as Stephen King. He managed some real estate business in downtown New Haven and he used to go to have his coffee break at the "Starbucks" in Chapel Street, where he had got to know Adriana. That day, a few months before, Adriana was very upset because she had just broken up with her previous boyfriend Charlie, a hot Italian-American truck driver, who had very defined arms and chest muscles but lacked of grey matter. Richard happened to see her teary eyes and he chat her up. Since then, he became Adriana's guardian angel and a few days later they became a couple.

I was telling Richard and Adriana about the previous night with Rob when her mobile, which I also used from time to time, rang. It was Robert and he wanted to take me to an Italian restaurant for the evening. I accepted his invite: it would have been a great chance to talk with him about my feelings and to find out where I was standing.

Wednesday, 22 April 2015


Not only had Paul an expensive car and a massive town house, but he also had a yacht. When a few days later we met again, he invited Adriana and me to join him on his yacht for a drink or two, as he intended to take us a few miles away from the coast and show us some romantic views. I must admit that I felt very tempted, however as I did not trust the man too much, I decided to avoid being with him in an isolated place in the middle of the sea, where, in case of danger, Adriana and I would have not been able to escape. Paul did not take my refusal too well. One day he freaked out and he asserted that I had told him to be in love with him. I made clear to him, that he had most likely dreamt about that and that I would have ever neither had sex with him nor I would have kissed him. As a reaction, he swore to me and I broke the contacts for good. I did not regret having met Paul, as at the end he did introduce me to New Haven’s gay nightlife. There was “The Bar” on a Tuesday, “Partners” on a Thursday and “Gotham City” on a Saturday. 

West Haven was located some three miles away from downtown New Haven and the local public transport was not running after 10pm, thus I had to find an alternative way to reach the gay night life. As my finances did not allow me to pay for a taxi, I had no choice but going the whole way on foot. Walking never scared me, however the way between where Adriana and I used to live and the fun places, was definitely not one of the safest. I had to walk from Simon Place down the hill, at the busy main Street I had to turn left and enjoy a side-by-side walk with the spookiest cemetery ever. Most of the graves seemed to belong to Italian-American and French-American souls, however they looked very different from those one sees in Parisian or Roman cemeteries. Some of the gravestones were covered by overgrown vegetation that partially hid dates and names. Luckily I had a cheap walk-man with me, so the rhythm of the “Green Day” and the “Offspring”, helped me to overcome my fears for zombies.

The first time I entered in the “Gotham City”, I noticed how the guys were looking at me with curiosity. I wasn’t used to getting so much attention: in London I was just one in millions of new faces. In New Haven I was “the Special guest”: guys were buying me drinks just to have a chat with me, to find out from which curious place I was coming from and to hear my weird different accent. That night I saw him. He wasn’t too tall, but he had a perfectly shaped muscular body, some blue eyes and a mysterious air. Kevin started looking at me and eventually he came close to me to start talking. He happened to be a French-American former marine, but at the time we met, he was a construction worker in East Haven. The best attributes he had, were his cheeky smile, his masculinity and his amazing muscles. After some hours of chitchat, he asked me if I wanted to see his place. Of course I did accept and I followed him to the parking space just outside the club. Although I cannot remember what car Kevin owned, I do remember it looked like an expensive convertible. I sat on the right front seat next to him and suddenly I felt something was moving towards me. I freaked out a little and then I realized that the belt was fastening itself automatically. Kevin took the chance to laugh about my reaction and to show off the greatness of the American technologies: those automatic belts that I had never seen in Europe, but that were commonly used in the United States. We drove through the night, the moon and the stars were shining above us and the fresh breeze was blowing on our faces. It was a 30-minute drive, on a hilly and rather green area of the county. Finally we reached Kevin's house: it looked impressively massive and modern.   

He opened the garage door with his remote control and he parked the car. The lights were on and I could hear the noise of a television, so I asked him if someone was home. I was surprised to find out that Kevin lived in that huge place alone and he never turned off his three huge televisions (one per floor) or the lights all around the house. Kevin locked the car and we left the garage to enter the annexed modern living room. Once there he looked into my eyes intensively and he started kissing me, a deep passionate French kiss that one can hardly forget. Then he suggested that we should go upstairs and as soon as I took off my shoes, he lifted me with his strong muscular arms and he carried me all the way up to the second floor. A strong bloke like him had never come across me, thus I felt terribly attracted to this guy. His bedroom was tidy and bright. Once I had my feet on the ground again, I felt the soft white carpet and I started looking at his beautiful bedroom. He owned a king size bed, covered with an expensive looking duvet and six pillows of three different sizes. There was no wardrobe but he had a massive cloakroom full of branded clothes. The large windows were looking onto a dream lighted garden. Kevin turned off the light, he closed the curtains and he lighted up a few candles. The morning after we woke up late and had lunch together, he cooked some crabmeat with fried eggs.  Just after 2pm he drove me back to Simon Place, where we arranged our next date and he kissed me goodbye. Our affair went on for a couple of weeks. During that time, Kevin swam in our condo's pool, took me to the cinema, where he bought me one of those American super-size popcorn-and-coke menus and we went together to the mall. I loved his way to be, somehow crazy but still pretty romantic, like when he kissed me in front of everyone in the mall, or when we laid together onto the mattress in the shopping centre, just to test the quality of some pillows. 


Within two weeks Kevin went out of the scene, he started working long hours and he told me he did not want to get involved with a European guy who did not have a Green Card. I was hurt, but I recovered fast, in fact towards the end of July I went to " Gotham City" again. Luckily I had made some new friends like Benny and Michael, who used to give me a ride from West Haven to New Haven and vice versa on a Saturdays night. Michael was a 60-something-year-old former theatre actor. I was standing at the bar to get my Budweiser and he went: "Can I buy you a beer, sexy guy?" I accepted his offer and we started talking about his life and my roots, London and his dream city, Montreal.

Sunday, 19 April 2015


New Haven, United States, July-September 2000

The vast summery countryside was marvelous and interrupted only by some medium size towns. Our journey did not last too long and we reached New Haven at about 6.40pm. The area near the station was not particularly nice, so we did not spend too much time there and we took the first cab available. Adriana had an apartment in Simon Place, a pretty residential area of West Haven, where a lot of students used to live, due to the nearby UNH (University of New Haven). The apartment buildings were only two or three stories high, which gave me the feeling to be in one of this TV-Series such as Melrose Place. A fence surrounded the whole residential block and a guardian was standing at the entrance, making sure that no unwished guest could enter. The complex provided exclusive recreation facilities, such as an outdoor swimming pool, a gym and a sauna. Every second day Adriana and I used to go for a morning swim, or a late afternoon sunbath and a cocktail. Apparently the other tenants and neighbours, were not too much into swimming, thus there were hardly any people but us. The only permanent presence was the very silent pool attendant, but unluckily he did not look anything like the "Bay Watch" handsome lifeguards. In fact he was anything between fat and obese, he had a long beard just like the one of Father Christmas and from time to time, he liked to dip in the pool with his huge inflated lifesaver. Adriana’s flat was very pretty and comfortable, it only lacked table and chairs, but that was not a big issue for us, as we used to eat microwave pizza or Subways’ sandwiches in bed, watching the typical American Soap Operas on the cable TV. At 10 pm I had my first date with a guy, I had chatted with in the Internet a few weeks before, but of whom I did not have a picture. His name was Paul, he was supposed to be on his early thirties, tall, muscular and handsome, that was at least the way he had described himself. I was standing as arranged, in front of Mc Donald’s down the hill in West Haven, as a black BMW arrived. The driver honked to call for my attention and as I approached the car, I started having the bad feeling that Paul was neither on his thirties nor handsome. In fact the man was more like on his fifties, his muscles were more like huge cushions of fat and he had also lied on his height. Nevertheless I decided to follow him on his car, careless of the possibility, Paul could have been a serial killer, hiding himself behind the description of an attractive stud. Eventually I happened to be right, as he did not reveal himself as a dangerous man, however he did not seem to understand that he had no chance to touch my body at any time. We left McDonald’s parking lot and were heading towards downtown New Haven, as I asked him to show me the local gay bars. During the ride, Paul turned on the radio and faked the falling of his hand onto my trousers. At that point I took his hand and I moved it away from my left leg in a very spontaneous but stylish way. Paul apologized for what happened and he admitted he was happy to meet me: “…As Europeans are not as superficial as Americans, young Europeans do not care about the age and they would also have sex with older guys”. I had to break his European dream and admit my age limit was nowhere near his real age.

Tuesday, 14 April 2015



Berlin, Germany, March 2006-July 2006

I was late again! Why did my alarm never seem to be working properly? I jumped out of the bed and rushed to the bathroom. I showered and brushed my teeth at the same time. Once back to my room, I dried my hair, I put on a pair of cheap jeans and I forced my feet into the trainers without untying the laces. With the rucksack on my shoulders and the iPod in my pocket, I left and I locked the door behind me. Another day had started. The lift's sliding doors closed as soon as I pressed the "E" and the 15-floor countdown started. Märkisches Museum station was not too busy and the U2 train arrived within a few minutes. At Stadtmitte I got off to reach the U6 and I walked through the bright corridor, shifting carelessly the punks and the businessmen walking in the opposite direction. 13th of March 2006: my last day at the Volkshochschule in Schöneberg and my 28th birthday. In the afternoon I had to go for another job interview and thus I had to leave earlier and give up the class farewell party. Apparently I did not missed out on much and my efforts gained me a position at an investigative office for on-line market frauds. I accepted to cover the vacancy and I signed the contract a few days later. Finding a job in Berlin had not been that hard at all, I had just needed a decent networking and the help of some people I had got to know at school gave its fruits. In fact, after a couple of "Bewerbungsgespräche", the German scary word for "interviews", the job was mine. The same had not really happened when I had left Europe for the United States, but probably my networking there was not wide enough. Nevertheless I had not done that bad in getting to know people over there either. The U2 arrived at Märkisches Museum, my long day was finally over and a rewarding bubbly bath was waiting for me at home. After my successful job interview in March I started working as an investigator for the online market in Brandenburg. The job was definitely interesting and I got to know quite a few special people, who are currently good friends of mine and with whom I shared the magic moment when my country won the 4th World Cup in Berlin defeating France 5-3 in the penalty shootout.

New York City, United States, July 2000

The never-ending corridors at J.F.K. airport led me to customs. Once the cute officer stamped the first American Independence date in the new millennium on my passport, I took my baggage and I went out through the glassy sliding doors. The sun was hot and bright and I was totally excited about my first day in the new continent. I lighted up a cigarette and within a few minutes I saw Adriana smiling and walking towards me. I was in New York City, the place to be, the city that never sleeps.

We took the airport service express bus, which drove through the very residential Queens and led us to Grand Central Station. I had always imagined Manhattan as a colourful and extremely crowded cosmopolitan area and thus I was expecting to see thousands of people walking around like ants in every direction. Surprisingly, once we reached the corner between the 42nd Street and Park Avenue, we noticed that there were hardly people there. Sightseeing in Manhattan during the morning of the American Independence Day, was quite unusual, however we made the best of it. At the corner between the 42nd Street and Lexington Avenue we came across the majestic Chrysler Building. I was impressed of its beauty and the sun itself was reflecting on its sparkling stainless steel spire. As we were walking down the Fifth Avenue, the other astounding example of Art Deco surprised us. The 102-floor high Empire State Building was dominating the street with its imposing structure. After admiring the two most famous skyscrapers, we went to Times Square, where we had steak in a pretty restaurant that Adriana knew. The place was quite crowded, so I finally had the real feeling of being in the Big Apple. After lunch we fooled around Times Square again and we took one of the glassy lifts inside the Marriott Hotel up to the 47th floor. On our way down I felt like throwing up, due to the frequent sudden stops, however once we reached the ground floor my stomach went to its place. At about 5pm we walked back to Grand Central Station again and we took a Metro-North train to New Haven.


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Saturday, 11 April 2015


The room was antique decorated, cream-coloured wallpaper and a red carved sofa covered with silk cushions, gave a pretty warm look to the spacious room. He asked me to take off my clothes and to sit. As agreed I would have posed in my underwear, in fact, I did not feel very comfortable in letting someone taking picture of my body totally naked. Berardo guided me through my first day of posing, he asked me to smile, to alternate positions, or to smoke a cigarette and within two hours, he took hundreds of black and white pictures and some colour ones. At the end of the photographic session he gave me a 400,000-Lira cheque and I left. I went there other three or four times, until one day he asked me if I felt like posing totally naked. Since my mind had not changed, I told him I would have not done that and our “contract” ended. I had managed to feel special and to earn quite some money at the same time. My mother, who was informed, was quite upset about the whole story and she kept on telling me that I had be cautious with this kind of things. “You never know, one day you might find your pictures on a porn magazine” she warned me.


In November I met Adriana for the first time. She was the best friend of Valeria, a former class friend of mine. Adriana studied at the University of Milan, she was really friendly and we got along quite well straight away. We started going out with our common friends and getting to know each other more and more. She was attractive, she had long black hair, a very sweet smile and we both liked going to the Alcatraz Disco club on a Friday. Through her I got to know Fabrizio, a 25-year-old 2-meter tall guy from Monza who soon became my boyfriend. I fell in love with him pretty quickly and we had always a great time in his car, at least until the police caught us in underwear and we had to find alternative locations for our dates.