"Sunday with the daisies"

So I made it on Saturday night - and went to Club Universe, for the first time in three years or so. And I was somewhat surprised to find that I really enjoyed myself - in fact I'd love to do it again. I'm not going to become a regular though; it just takes up too much of your weekend. Since I'm so low in energy to begin with, I didn't work out or go running on Saturday, in the hope that I would feel less exhausted by the time I was ready to go out. Then, of course, the day after, you're wiped out from the late night.

"My sleeping friend"

Jed and I got there before eleven, so that we could get in for free. It felt very good, to be hanging out with Jed, who's becoming a very good friend since we got over breaking up our relationship.

"Keith with the daisies"

Jed's friends were fun too, particularly John, who's the sweetest little asian guy. At first, I was nervous about taking my shirt off. I mean, it's one thing to do it when I control all the camera angles, but quite another to do it in the presence of hundreds of hunky gay men (some of them jaw-droppingly hot!). But no sooner had I performed the ritual removal of my tanktop, than I felt totally relaxed. I didn't even mind being rubbed against by other sweaty guys - in fact, it was a sensual feeling to be buried on the dance floor amongst so much skin. But I guess I'm still rather uncertain about how I look in the flesh. I mean, I did get hit on by a few cute guys. But I kind of (I admit it) wanted someone to tell me I looked hot. I had the creeping sensation that I might look skinny and old.

"This thumbnail expands into a very high resolution scan of my friends voluptous body."

And people were no more friendly than I remember from a few years ago. In fact, the only person who smiled at me all evening was a jolly fat woman, who was just a picture of energy on the dance floor. She danced far, far better than me and Jed. I'm still dancing like I danced in the late eighties - now I understand the old guys you sometimes see dancing to disco waving fans in the air, as if we're still in the Sixties.

Although I got home by just after four in the morning, and slept fairly well until 9, by Sunday afternoon, my ears were still ringing from the volume of sound. I was glad that I'd planned a slow, peaceful day with the guy I've been hanging with for the last few weeks. We had brunch in the Castro, then spent the afternoon lying under a gorgeous sun, and a soft breeze, amidst the daisies in Golden Gate Park. The perfect way to end a fun weekend.

"Peace......"