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Looking out from my balcony on the twentieth floor of the Luxe Urbain condominium building I found very few similarities between the city I called home, Los Angeles, and Quebec City where I grew up. People tended to say that once Christmas rolled around all bit city’s looked the same. I would argue that point to my death. While I loved the City of Angels and all it had brought to me it was not Quebec City. First of all the temperature was far too high. Back home it would be cold. The good cold. The kind that made your nose hair freeze and your head ache as soon as you stepped outside. The cold that the natives of L.A. complained of simply couldn’t compare.
The last time it dipped to below fifty degrees had been eight years ago. I recall it clearly as Carter, a born and bred Los Angeleno, had bundled up in a fur coat that he wore inside the office all day long. Which worked for Carter as he was one of those glorious gays who could wear fur and not come off as gauche. It had been a glorious coat. Rich black sable that had set off his buttermilk toned skin.
God but he had been a terrible diva. Also he had been the love of my life. What I wouldn’t give to hear him complain about the heat being too low or the cost of ripe mango or the fact that I’d beaten him to the LA times crossword puzzle. He’d been gone close to four years now – fuck heart disease – and I wasn’t sure I could face another Christmas alone. Looking at the damn tree my housekeeper Pear had put up made me melancholy as hell. All the stuffed bears he’d piled up among the presents from my friends and employees were charming as hell but depressing the living hell out of me. I’d kept that to myself though. The young man had thought he was doing well after all.
I despaired that there would never be another love like Carter for me and at this stage of my life I wasn’t sure I’d even want a grand passion if I should happen to stumble into one. Perhaps I was too old, too queer, and too set in my ways to love again.
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Susanne Matthews says
I love Christmas in Quebec City. The decorations, the lights, and the cold of course. Great scene.
Jean C. Joachim says
How sad! And I know exactly how he feels. I hope someone is coming along who can brighten his days and give him something to look forward to again.
Beautiful descriptions of the scene and his love for Carter. I really can’t wait to read more!
Flossie Benton Rogers says
Gorgeous descriptions. I can’t even imagine being in a cold that frigid.
Trisha Faye says
Great snippet! My heart is breaking for his sadness.
Although – I had to giggle at the LA ‘cold’ part. I was born and raised 30 miles inland from LA. You are absolutely right. I used to walk to work twice a week. I remember one day, it was 44 degrees – I was bundled up in my warmest jacket, with a scarf and gloves. I was SOOOO cold!
Before I moved, I had my heavy PACKERS jacket that I’d wear when the temps dropped below 60. Now that I’m in Texas and acclimated to the winters here, temps in the 40s get my lightweight sweatshirt jacket and the Packers jacket doesn’t come out until the 30s LOL