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Thursday, 04 December 2008
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The correct answer is not: you're drunk
When a girl asks a boy a question,
there is rarely need for a very long answer.
A dense and daunting myth surrounds
the female species,
whereby a boy thinks that the girl wants
flowery words and epic declarations
and promises of happiness and prosperity
and nothing but golden years ahead.
But the truth behind the legend,
which I'm spelling out so cleanly for you now,
is that the girl wants nothing but the truth,
your honesty as raw and simple as it may be,
and it can often be given in three words or less. -
Put it between your fingers and make a wish
There's an eyelash perched on the tip of your nose,
dangling there on the brink of the great unkonwn.
With every breath it flutters,
quivering with excitement and fear at the grand adventure it's about to--But just before it's gathered its courage:
You laugh at Me.
And off it goes, shoved so crudely from
the tip of your nose
to float in an aimless confusion in the air above our heads.I don't know where it lands but it's irrelevent, really, because when you think about it:
far too much time is always spent deciding:
who is where and doing what.
Too much time counting and arranging
and replacing and deducting,
trying to make this make sense:
this here and now,
this present.We punch in the numbers because we want the sum of our physical position
plus our mental position
plus our jumble of emotions
plus what does that faint trace of a smile on your face mean to me?
Should it matter at all?But it does, it always does, because the only thing that ever matters
more than Our Own Sum
is the Sum of the Person we're staring into the eyes of,
a sum we will never know,
an imaginary number.All we can know about that other equation is that there's a hole in their sock
and their jeans are a bit too loose
and that every inhalation draws the eyelash and myself closer
while every exhalation sends us both rushing back up towards the ceiling,
back to drifting in aimless confusion and fear
in the air over our very own bodies.
Thursday, 06 November 2008
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Your Boyfriend Is Gay
When did vanity become synonymous with 'gay'?
What does dressing to impress have to do with homosexuality?
When did it become okay to make cruel assumptions
--not that to call someone gay should be an insult;
I'm not saying that, though I'm sure
that is going to be all your hear.
But what I want to know
is when YOU became the ultimate authority
on MY boyfriend's sexuality.
He knows better than I do what looks good on my body.
He knows better than I do how to change a tire.
There isn't a tally system
whereby once you reach a certain number
of characters that we have,
Culturally,
come to define as 'Feminine'
you MUST be gay.
I thought we had demanded revolution;
I thought we had declared sexist roles out-dated.
Women can wear pants.
Men can cook.
The novelty!
A man who is in love with a man is gay.
Stop trying to put gay men in a box;
Stop trying to put a straight man in a box.
People aren't rectangles for a reason. -
Apology Accepted
I'm sorry to say I never realized that you felt this way, and you're talking too fast for me to ever get a word in edgewise.
So surprise!
I'm taking back everything I said.and I really do mean it this time.
So here are some blue skies
to match your blue eyes,
they even water the same way.
Glassy on the suface,
lying beneath the surface,
lying straight down to the bone.
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