Quiet Gay Boy
Your Name: Abdel
Favorite Position: I like a bit of a slow missionary, not too athletic, where my partner lets me relax against his thighs, while holding his ankles. It makes me feel sort of buoyant. I have a fantasy. In it the guy of my dreams trusts me enough to let me do him on the sand while the tide slowly trickles in.
Your First Love: As a young man, I was chosen to be a transfer student, and took off to Chicago, where I met Sven, who was also transferring from Belgium.
We two were from different worlds, but felt equally adrift, and made a pact to help each other with the challenge of a new culture, pledging to speak and write to each other only in English. One week before our last holiday break, we went to a Christmas party, where we got drunk and kissed under the mistletoe. Needless to say, it was all over our rather small school the next day, and we had to act fast to make things appear more casual than they really were.
Both from conservative homes, we wanted to stay under the radar. We succeeded in keeping the gossip down and our feelings in check, until each of us was home and able to pour his thoughts into letters, which we continued to write in English. A few years later, Sven finally agreed to come and meet my family in Istanbul, and my fondest wish, that we would consummate our relationship, here, in my homeland, came true.
Favorite Night Club: The Nil Bar in Ankara is fun. However, on my home turf, which is Istanbul, my best time ever was at the Jazz Café.
Favorite Turkish Food: My mother used to give me hazelnut-spread, smoothed over wafers when I came home from school. I still love it as a snack.
Favorite Music: I can’t listen to Jacques Brel is alive and living in Paris, a record Sven gave me the last time I saw him, without smiling and thinking of my first love. I‘d like to think he has some bit of Turkish music in his collection that reminds him of our time together, too.
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