My life and loves
My Life and Loves
When I was young, I worked as a front desk clerk at a five-star hotel in Dubai. It was a glamorous job, but I didn’t know what I wanted from life. I felt like an adult, but I was still searching for myself.
I had a lot of friends among the hotel staff. We were young and adventurous, always looking for fun and excitement. We lived in the present, not worrying about the future. Working at the hotel was like being part of a big family.
But I had a friend whom I loved more. It was the love of books, the love of reading. It was my true passion.
I loved to immerse myself in different worlds and learn new things. I read anything I could find, from magazines to newspapers, magazines novels to biographies. Reading was my escape from reality.
Some of my friends worked in housekeeping. They had a tough job, as the hotel was always buzzing with guests. International visitors to Dubai were doing deals in the thriving desert city. They flew solo, and they had no female companionship. In that lonely world, they read books in their rooms on hot afternoons, often racy books.
My friends knew how much I loved reading. They would often bring me books and magazines that the guests had left behind. I treasured their generosity. I read them in my spare time, sitting at my office desk when the nights were quiet, waiting for some guests needing my help.
I was often too absorbed, wishing no guest would disturb my reading. I read like there was no end. The first one was ‘Emmanuelle.’ I read it from start to finish, back to front and twice. I was hooked on the lead character. Emmanuelle was a sexually daring heroine in France. It was fantasy, but that was fine for this restless youngster.
Soon after reading it, another friend gave me a four-hundred-page book. It was the biggest book I laid my hands on. It was not fiction but real-life stuff. The author, Frank Harris, was a debonair in Europe in the 1800s, and his autobiography vividly describes his adventures and voyeurism. It was a forbidden book even in Europe and the United States
I read it three times from beginning to end, fascinated by the real-life experiences of Frank Harris.
He became a one-time idol for me.
How could I know? I questioned everything about my body and everything I knew about my body and desire after reading Frank Harris.
I wanted to be like Frank Harris, a lad’s dream in an unknown world.
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