Here's what some wrote about the experience:

By Crow "Bread Man"
I did not know what to expect at this event, but I was glad I went. I was the first one to be on the healing table, I  could feel the warmth radiating from the hands that were over me some were very warm. Then carried to the pool supported by all ( i felt very relaxed, I was not afraid of being dropped or dunked, it was a feeling of trust and love) and lowered into the warm water and carried around in a circle, then brought out of the water and dried off. I was so relaxed, I had a little trouble standing at first. This was a very moving experience. It was also  great to perform what was done to me on the next guy on the table. I only wish we had more time to do every one and let them feel this experience on the table. Maybe next time, and I say next time because I feel this was to good to do only once. Thanks to Leonardo, Bob, David, Don, Garson, Jeff, Joseph, Ralph, Roy, Scott, Shawn and a big thanks to Randy for the use of his home.

By Bob
was nice.  I came home and slept like a baby

By Jeff 
     Thank you all for your caring and love at the healing pool event.  It's been a long time since I availed myself of the company of gay men for support
and touch.  Without going into all the story, I was in a space where I needed to receive what you all gave. I experienced a very positive connection with you, a reconnecting with my own gay soul, and a deep affirmation of the power to love that we all have.

 Thanks to Randy for sharing his home, to Leo for organizing and facilitating the event, and to Michael and Don for the long hugs, to Gar for receiving my caring, to each of you  who looked me in the eye and verbally or non-verbally said, "I love you."
                            Jeff

By Gar

Lawn Chair, August 9, 2002

There is no one to tell this to, and that’s all right:
The chimes sway and sing to each other;
Warm sun, cool shade, and the breeze.
The cat curled on this lawn chair,
Sharing space with my feet.
The dog happy, too, in grassy dirt.
Avocado’s on the tree: lemons on the bush;
Blue morning glories I planted yesterday,
And Buddha sitting there, across the little yard.
My swings wait for company,
My books wait to be read.
I have to write this, though, quick,
Before ---

A year ago another dog died,  another lover left,
An old friend, too.
Another summer cooled at night, and with that subtle touch
Reminded me what was coming.
August Ninth, my journal said.
And so I’m writing here, this word: delight.
I’m scared of it, half don’t believe it,
Hard to give up shame, and fright--
But just in silence, I’ll admit this day of bliss:
Magenta bougainvillea,
Last night’s kiss;
Some naked men in someone’s pool,
They held me, just above the surface,
My head, my hips, my feet,
And someone’s lips invited mine,
And I was still at first,
And then said, fine.

And bought tomatoes at the fair today,
And planned for supper, like they do it
Where my friend lived, far away.
And here’s my book, and here’s my afternoon, beginning:
I’m listening for what I’ll say. . . .
The cat begins to clean her ears.
The dog is deep asleep.
The clouds have come in from the bay.
I’ve got to hurry now--
How many years?