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We met on a cold November evening. I remember, it seems to me, the games we played together. In these times of covid, when our interactions were limited by a curfew, social only apps remained. So it was thanks to Grindr that we planned our first meeting.
This tete-a-tete, telling each other our lives over a beer, between two games of video games, would quickly become a weekly meeting, and the beginning of a beautiful story.
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In fact, it was in October, but “it didn’t work with the song anymore”. I got off work late, got up very early the next day for a train… but we had been talking for weeks and I wanted to meet him. We walked to his house. Anyway, the bars were closed. We drank a beer, we talked, briefly, our feet caressed each other… and then I went home.
“Bravo handsome adventurer of the night. This is the message he sent me, after our second meeting, when I had just braved the curfew to return home. November was coming (really, this time), our evenings were becoming more and more regular. Beers, video games, oral sex… we got used to it. I think our relationship took a turn the day we decided to relaunch a game of SoulCalibur rather than start a game of legs in the air.
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The following summer, finally freed from confinement and adorned with our vaccination pass, he took me to my first techno party, in the parking lot of an industrial zone in Bobigny. What an incredible discovery, this interloping crowd dancing half-naked under the electric light of the screens which broadcast a mixture of psychedelic videos and BDSM images. An inflatable maze served as a backroom, our first set. The sun was pointing the end of its rays when the rubber structure deflated, making us visible, in full action, to the dancers around.
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I try to be free, liberated, I’m not against much, but I’m not too much for monogamy. I still have to admit that it is not always easy; to go out, alone or together; to sleep, alone or together, to know what we want, what we feel, what the other wants or needs and what he feels. This is an opportunity to talk to each other, to question yourself, to confront your certainties, your concerns. This is what makes us grow a little more every day, together and individually. I feel like it anyway. It’s been over two years now, and it’s pretty exciting.
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For our two years he offered me a photo session with a photographer whose work he particularly liked on Instagram. The opportunity to get out of our comfort zone once again, and to make memories (in our memories as much as on film). I am naturally shy, and not necessarily comfortable stripping myself in front of a stranger’s lens, but I must admit that I gained self-confidence in contact with him and that I approached this session in couple with a relaxation and a certain pleasure for the exhibition.
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It’s Valentine’s Day today. It’s a little cutesy, but I had a photo printed, and we could look at the others together. This is the moment we chose to write these few lines. A bit like spending the evening with you, who will read us, hoping that you will have as good a time as the one we had. Kiss.
