A Tinder date with an altar boy evolves into a surreal engulfing fantasy, in which sacred and profane mesh together.
I met him through an app that once started the spring of my sexual life, many years ago. I was a walking cocktail of states: curious, horny, ashamed, thrilled, anxious, and nervous – and had no clue how to start a conversation with another curious horny ashamed and anxious guy at the other end of that cyber connection. It was a new medium of love. So, after too many hours of texting back and forth, too many pauses between questions and answers, and after too much porn, we decided to meet. Without seeing each other’s pictures, imagine that. “The essence of my job,” he told me, “is talking to people. During the day only a handful of devote followers visit the church, people just sit there, stare and think.” The priest, kind of his boss, had other -probably more worldly- stuff to do and so the pastor checked in with the ordinary folks. “I’m amusing them with small talk, big talk or just being there for anyone who needs support. I have saved some lives,” he said. “I’ve convinced people not to kill themselves.” I nodded. No, he wasn’t the young porn-priest who innocently walked the hallways of the Vatican. He didn’t look like a southern-European poster boy in clerical costume. Ordinary, not ugly, but with one well-hidden feature I couldn’t keep my eyes off the moment he opened the door. Although in the apartment there were distractions everywhere: the Jesus on the cross was quite impressive, dangling above the chimney and meticulously keeping an eye on the house, the visitors and I’m sure, everybody’s thoughts and desires. His naked body seemed to glow and I couldn’t figure out if the expression on his face was one of bliss, pain, or pleasure. It summoned one to look up and either burn to ashes or pray for liberation, as one also does when meeting a hot guy in a bar. However, what instinctively drew my attention downwards was a promise of joy and mystery. He obviously was wearing denim pants that day because he knew what hormonal deluge that bulge triggered in a young man’s veins. The linen shirt stretched against his body on the right places, so the lines of his silhouette told me he wasn’t too muscled and neither thin. But. The tight brown leather belt with the iron buckle was the gate between earth and heaven. The sheer mass of what was hiding behind that zipper made me swoon. When he closed the door, and walked through the hallway back to the living room, I saw he was also blessed with an ass cut out of marble. “Is white wine ok for you?” he asked. “Sure.” He lived alone in this tiny apartment, looking out on the roof of the church. It looked like it would start to rain at any moment, but so far only grey heavy clouds crawled with their bellies against the rooftops. The atmosphere in the apartment was heavy and thick as if you…

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