My Father's Erotic Dream
My father was an educated man. He had traveled to many countries, experienced a great deal and his way of thinking was characterized by a sense of consideration and understanding.
One exception to this was the fact that I was well over 35 and still unmarried. He longed for grandchildren. He wanted his only son to start a family. In Bulgaria, this was considered the ingredient that gave life meaning.
Once, when I was in Bulgaria, he told me:
"You know what? You appeared to me in a dream. I clearly saw you having sex with a young Black guy..."
"Oops, Dad, why are you projecting your own fantasies onto me?" I replied.
I knew that he and my mother secretly had their worries about whether I might be gay. I had even discovered that my father was secretly reading my letters that I had written to a close friend of mine who happened to be gay.
The following week, I was back in Berlin. Thankfully, there was no societal pressure to get married in this city. In fact, it was even more normal to be gay than straight. It was Sunday morning and I was still in bed when my phone rang.
"What are you doing?" I heard my father's voice.
"It's Sunday and I'm still in bed!" I replied.
"Are you alone by yourself once again?"
My dad really knew how to get on my nerves. But I also knew how to give him a piece of my mind.
"No, Dad! There's a handsome young Black guy lying next to me... just like in that dream you had last week. And you know what? We're having a conversation about adopting a child so that you can finally have some peace of mind about grandchildren."
My father loved dark humor but, in this case, all I could hear was his silence and tense breathing on the other end of the line.
Published in the book "Der grösste Orgasmus auf dem Balkan" by www.vesoportarsky.com
Image: Unsplash: Precilla du Preez, 2026
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