Andy

You couldn’t trust Andy. He was Slovak and gay.
Weird. Had his fantasies. He has applied his fantasies to US bands creating the American Rock Idol of which hair bands of the eighties were the apogee of gay orgasm.
But I like the beginnings better. For headache. I am going back to sleep listening to origins. What a headache! I will not be able to take another birthday this year. Maybe next.
His last name – Warhol – pretty much translates in Polish into – Pigman. (Someone behaving like a pig).
Supermodels are the other apogee.
OMG. Everyday you learn something. I have just learned that his parents came from Slovakia (actually his mother had a typical Polish last name) but I DIDN’T KNOW they have considered themselves Lemkos.
ŁEMKOWIE in Polish. Who are they? It is a fairly interesting tribe of Slavs with its own cultural identity. I knew only one person who was a Łemek. An older lady. It is a long story.
Amazing story of love and sex in a remote mountains in Poland, where I went with my English teacher for a vacation, slept in a highlanders hut used as a station to impregnate sheep during two months, and vacant for the rest of the year. It was our good-by vacation since she was leaving Poland for US. I couldn’t. Became English teacher in New York, for immigrants from all over the world.  That’s what I think happened.
The only other person in that part of the mountains was an old woman, living alone and she was a Łemek. My teacher, Anna, I owe Anna a long, long story. She was the love I will never forget.
Loved her since sixteen, got her when nineteen. She didn’t hesitate any more. Won her over so many other men. Why was I so lucky? Always getting what others could only dream about?
ALWAYS ! I am OK with a wake up call. It had to come. She was ten years older. The first night we had sex I had seventeen orgasm, she had sixteen. Because the first time I had one before she came but carried on and my second orgasm was her first. All the next ones we had together. From 10 pm till noon next day. My body was a body an athlete. I was kick-boxing and wrestling at the time. She said  I could live off of women.
I never did. She was the first woman I have considered my baby. Someone I need to take care of and protect. And make happy. Happy part is getting more difficult over the years. Till today I wish I had a baby with her.

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