At Last! At Last! My Great Kitchen Meditation

Monday 12th September 2011

The Multis dined in Rome at a restaurant visited by the Pope and completely un-womaned. Not a single woman diner.

So – the kitchen question. The term was coined by my oldest and closest friend, now estranged, Anthony Mottram, ‘Consultant’, of Mottram Corp Inc, Prague to describe the delicious, fully funded, smooth-limbed, youthful lover (max age 29) to whom many Poor Little Rich Gays tend. As you know, I’m myself thinking of moving into the kitchen department, if I can afford it, just as Anthony Mottram moves out. He is now in a different kind of relationship and my role in his life through the long kitchen years is now ended.

In Tuscany, in the apartemento, there was much picking over. Both Sonny Hammond and Peter Ainger have tried kitchens: Peter said he had never been more bored nor more thrilled. We lunched with an ‘older’ man whose kitchen, having gained the age of 30 and an excessive fondness for his partner’s prostate medication, had had to be returned to his place of origin. Arjan Bose, the fabulous Indian mini doc, himself a pseudo-kitchen (more later), had to fight hard at that lunch not to be turned into replacement kitchen meat on the spot.

I think it was Peter’s kitchen who progressed to another relationship not on a strictly kitchen basis. The new boyf then said they were to be in a threesome and in the end the former kitchen and the third party grew wild for each other and the boyf who’d insisted on the arrangement in the first place was left with egg on his …

But it might have been another of his lovers.

Arjan is virulently anti-kitchen. I wouldn’t go that far myself.

That’s it – for the time being. I’ve got you started. I’ve a feeling there’s more to say.

Posted Monday, September 12, 2011 under Adrian Edge day by day.

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