No Sex Please

In search of an image that is not obscured by clothing, I found Werner. A seventy-something raw food nut I first met while he, nude, was gathering herbs. The beginning of a fragile friendship. Then an accident I can't recall. I follow him to Pattaya, Thailand. The air hangs oppressively over this unreal place. Disgust, aversion. Towards Werner, towards the male within me. Searching for a morality that neither exploits nor is based upon any convention.