"Next to the actual sea existed another sea composed of tanned coveted flesh. All day long, on every block walked and lounged slim goddesses wearing the very least they could get away with without getting arrested. They swayed and glittered, with gleaming golden skin, the very fleshly representatives of human desire. They laughed, charmed, and beguiled without a single invitation towards me, which I understood on an instinctual level as wholesale rejection without asking a single question. I knew my place in life, they weren’t meant for a being as poor and plain as I was. They kept their gifts of themselves only for the richest, or the best looking adonises around. Which sad to say I was neither.
They were beyond my ability to ever have and always would be. Daytona was a fabulously grand feast of pleasure for the most “deserving”. However only for the richest and most shallow beautiful people to ever grace the land with their presence. Males like me were mere trespassers, nasty trolls watching from under bridges, destined to see, covet and never enjoy. This was my place, the eternal observer, and that’s exactly what I spent much of my time doing."
From "Insanity on America's Beach: A Homeless Memoir" Opinions welcome...
They were beyond my ability to ever have and always would be. Daytona was a fabulously grand feast of pleasure for the most “deserving”. However only for the richest and most shallow beautiful people to ever grace the land with their presence. Males like me were mere trespassers, nasty trolls watching from under bridges, destined to see, covet and never enjoy. This was my place, the eternal observer, and that’s exactly what I spent much of my time doing."
From "Insanity on America's Beach: A Homeless Memoir" Opinions welcome...
