H is for ... Hunky, Haveable Hets
Posted on: May 21, 2008Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
H is for ... Hunky, Haveable HetsI think I’ve never really been turned on by out-and-out gays. There’d be times when I’d make do with them, occasionally for extended periods, but what I always really wanted, and got more often than you might believe, was hunky, haveable hets, preferably married. Perverse? Perhaps. But it’s been fun.There was a notable period in my life, around my 23rd birthday, which places it about 1956. I was sharing a flat in Liverpool. The flat was a longish walk from the gay bars in town, so when we were flush, or unusually thirsty, my flatmate and I would phone for a taxi. And often, as we walked down the steps of the house, the hot black dude cab driver (that’s the cab that was hot black dude, not necessarily the driver) would say: "Magic Clock, boys?” The then best known gay bar in Liverpool. He’d spotted us as gays.But my return trip was usually on foot, unless it was raining, because, with hardly a diversion from my route, there was a whole slew of cottages to visit. In good weather, I would start in the little one in the alleyway alongside the Walker Art Gallery. Both cottage and alleyway have now gone, alas, though the gallery is still there. The alley led to large blocks of tenement flats (also now gone), and some of the denizens thereof would drop in for a quick blow job from a queer on the way home. The girl friend (in those Pill-less times) ...
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