My sweet Will was a highly physical person. He lived in the material world in a way that I didn't and don't. He was very much aware of his body -- all its sensations, positive and negative. Personality test-wise (for those who "believe" in Myers/Brigs) he was an ISTP -- focused on the material world.
Thus, it's not surprising that he enjoyed sex up until almost the end. Not that we were enjoying it together. During the years of his dementia, we stopped having sex together but he didn't stop enjoying himself.
It was sex that brought us together. In a later post I'll finally get the story of our "coming together" in print. But here I'll note that Will and I had a lot of sex over the years in a lot of different places, including the car and in a bedroom at a friend's apartment during a New Year's Eve party.
But today I want to post two pictures of him that I've packed away. I forget when I made these -- probably in the early Aughts. I decided to present the images here in the state they were in when I took them off the walls to take pictures. Both works will now go back into my "Will" chest.
The tall picture with the six Polaroids was framed by Sandy and Steve Miller at Sunbird. It was actually in a "human figure" art show.
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