Fire Island, late 1990's, early 2000?
Tony and I.
Not much of a back story here, just another summer vacation with Larry.
Reading, grilling, laughing, the occasional acrimonious game of Scrabble.
There would have been raucous lunches on the deck, naps on the beach afterwards.
I would have been the first one up in the morning and armed with an iced coffee I'd patrol the beach, eyes downcast looking for beach glass.
Larry and Tony would go for a run and I'd do Yoga by waters edge.
Dinner was always eaten by candlelight.
Sleep came early.
All this loveliness aside, the reason I selected this picture?
It's the only time in my life, on film or in person where I appear to have breasts.
No wonder I'm smirking. Document that!