I shall call him richie.
We have caught up three, maybe four times in the last few months. We eat, we drink, we talk. We have spent quite a few hours together, we get along well, but we are not a romantic relationship match.
He is a pretty boy, who thinks he is not. He doesn’t look in the mirror and see who he is, but who he is not.
He has no experience, is scared, his trust in me is a gift, it feels tentative. As much as this play is about me exploring some rope play, it is also about gentleness, warmth, safety…
I want him to come away feeling like he has been in a space with infinite possibilities, a starting point where the next step to reach some of them is doable and positive.
I want him to come away feeling better, stronger, more confident, perhaps to believe that what he seeks is ok, is achievable.
I want him to come away thinking that maybe he is that pretty boy, maybe, just a bit.