Is night, and what a night!
Soft darkness. A sliver, slice of light the moon in the skies, them dark as dark could be, with the diamond glitter of stars on that carpet.
Cool. The heat of the day is gone, replaced by the cool of night. Yet more, a soft darkness that clothes the skin and soothes the mind.
I am outside. We are outside, him and I.
Two guys, incredibly, two gay guys in
We are a couple. He is whispering endearments to me. I am smiling.
Incredible that our world, neighbors would not see us for what we are. Maybe they know. Frankly, I am so into him, and so happy, I do not really care. He is for me, and I am for him, and we could as well be on a desert island.
A cool breeze from the lake. Cool, soft to touch on the skin.
It has been another hot day, but the breeze is stronger than usual. Rain. Maybe a cloudburst tonight. Or maybe tomorrow. We are due one.
Our neighbors, the ceaseless chatter of children. True, the one thing that I am nostalgic for in this gay paradise of mine. Yet even that cannot dim the brightness of my companionship with him. A dream of life that we dared reach out and grasp. A fruit that is, oh, so much sweeter the more I think of it.
I could be married, with kids, and a wife. And unhappy.
Friend of mine is, literally planning to run away from home with a child on the way. To go and find some fulfillment that touches his soul. There are so many possible permutations that life could have taken. It did, and did not. And I chose, sometimes forced, sometimes not, sometimes unconsciously, sometimes not. But I am home, home with him, the man I love. And we are home and relaxed, and sipping of the beauty of the night that is indescribable.
I have been reading today, of some studies about people like us. Gay, and others. A medical text, true. But at the moment I can follow the language. (Do they teach a new language in medical school? Think they do.)
Incredible the amount of research and knowledge that is there in the world. About sexuality. About sexual minorities. About people like us. Incredible how little we know of it in
Maybe. But again maybe not.
Of all the possible permutations of life, I have followed this path. And I am happy, content, with him. Don’t know what the morrow will hold. All I know is that today, now, I am happy and content with my love. Who I will hold, close, all through the night, whether it rains or not, whether the sun comes up or not. I will hold him through the night.
Hope you do have a good night.
"I will hold him through the night."
You lucky lucky man!
Well I had a pretty fucking great night last night! ;-)
And I don't think you could ever have been a stone thrower even if you weren't gay. You're much to thoughtful!
lucky you, I had a terrible night!
I've tagged you. You know the drill, get started!
DeTamble!!!! (Scream of horror)
No gal, respectfully, I decline.
In the interests of my fabled anonymity, and err, the fact that the little I know of the drill, I dont play.
I've been waiting to see how you'd frame your refusal. :)
Oh come on GUG! Just take a look at it! It's not as long as the older tags! Pleeeeeaaaaasssseeee! Even if you just do part of it! Come on! Don't let me down! :-(
*falls to knees* Please Guggy, please!!!
Princess! You put her up to this!
DeT. No please. Please!
[Raising you up in haughty arrogance]
Children's game that, and I need to keep a few of my secrets
[Deep voice, firm, no giving way]
Who, moi?! :D
I plead innocence; do not place the guilty charge at my door!
It was her! Princess put me up to it!
And GUG I shan't ever forgive you, ever!
Oh, you will, Detamble. He is lovable like that, isn't he?
Well, yes, okay, so I will. But still, I'm sulking right now! He'll have to wait till I'm in a better mood before I can love him again.
...I'm feeling a little better already though, alright Guggy, I forgive you.
while you were off sulking, I did what you so nicely requested. I will do without the hug for now...
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