Heat wave

Saturday morning: the play area at the Point


My bathroom won’t be ready tonight, so I’m still in Toronto. I had in mind a swim at Club Toronto, and that’s where I ended the afternoon. The pool looked dirty until I realized it was covered with flower petals drifting from surrounding high-rises. I needed the water’s coolness.

In the shower was a man with a face like Brice Durand. Water slicked black hair over his nape. Not my usual type, but his interest was flattering and undeniable.

( sexual content )