... with his loved one.
It all started with a white man crossing an intersection in Ximen, with one hand holding tightly an Asian man's hand, and the policeman standing at the center of the intersection looked so shocked but did not have enough time to blow his whistle at them before they disappeared into the passing crowds, where hidden many other men that were afraid of holding their hands.
A man lying down on a bench in the gym, trying to lift up a barbell to work out his chest; another man straddling over him, almost like sitting on the lying man's pelvis, spotted the lying man's every motion in case he hurt himself.
Sitting in a small Taiwanese dessert shop, a man scooped up some Douhua (Tofu pudding), making sure the soup wasn't overflowing the spoon, and then slowly and swiftly moved the spoon into the mouth of the man sitting besides him, who was just as ready as ever to take his turn to feed the man that had just fed him.
Two men were lying on their separate towels by the swimming pool, trying to get some suntan on this hot summer day. They sometimes had their faces towards each other, and sometimes against each other. They were not worried about the sun being too strong because they had helped each other put some suntain lotion all over their bodies. Even though there were actualy several other couples lying around the pool at the same time, to them it felt like there were the only ones there, in their own world, enjoying the moment as if the moment had been frozen for them.
Finally, even the maintenance guy coming to fix my washing machine told me he had got married last month because his girlfriend was pregnant.
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