Less than a year after David died, I met Leon, a Spaniard, in the Ramble. His English wasn't great (although he diligently studied the language) but we hit it off--perhaps because I was truly "available" for the first time since 1978--and immediately began spending most of our weekends together. As you may have gathered, the number of photographs I take of a man is in direct proportion to my desire for him. A "pocket gay," Leon could not have been more different physically from David.
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