Consummating A Home
Seriously, it’s like that for me. The first days in our new home have been a honeymoon of making love, getting to know one another and risking bits of our past to see if the new home can be trusted. It’s only a few days, but so far this one is off to a good start.
Our last home wasn’t like that. I didn’t fall in love. I only roomed. It was a move of survival, not of intention and maybe I resented not being able to choose. This is different. We’re here because we want to be. We want a new start. A clean canvas. We have dreams and projects. We need dreams and projects.
As I worked out this move with my wife and family, I realized that for a guy, sexuality is more than just relating to people, but it has a strong role in relating to a place. Where we are is as important to how we thrive as much as who we’re with.
I don’t have a man room. I don’t even have a garage. I do, however have five coffee shops, a used bookstore and live music within a five-minute walk. I won’t be crafting furniture or overhauling engines, but I will for sure be tinkering with ideas about guy sex.
Excuse me while I return to my honeymoon.
Till next time.