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July 13th, 2011

failed Hedonist @ 12:50 pm




the men in my family are fat and furry
when I was young
I hated men
they were so mean
confident!
arrogant
"I wanted to grow up and go with them"
but I couldn't
tge more I grew
the further I grew from them
but when I met the Faggots
nor did I want to be a simpering self-loathing demi-princess lost in the lowlands...
what chance redemption?
I skirted along surfaces
through countries, states and chat rooms
until I found the "bears"
I remember being in Tucson, AZ
going to the "Varsity" (maybe?) on 4th Ave and seeing all these horrible insecure lonely queens posing and preying on each other
I was pretty boy and was terrified of any attention received from any of them
yet I was trying to Be Gay
shortly after I found "the Venture-N"
where they played music more from the glory days of gay lib
than that dark electro beats following its demise
the men all dressed like the men I grew up around
not so fabulous, less ostentatious anything
most importantly
they were talking and laughing
standing in groups
arms around each other
rubbing each others' chests and round bellies
big smiles through beards
I was 19
but that night I accepted all drinks and gropes and ended up having to return the next morning to reclaim my wallet I had lost in the back garden one of the times my pants were off

really?
a group of gay men who didn't hate themselves and the world around them?
they just want to eat burgers, drink bear, bounce to ABBA and rub all over each other?
I want to join them!
I want to grow up and be with them!

and it's good to want them
and I grew my beard out
and grew my hair out again
and went to the gatherings
and wasn't a bear
just wasn't a part of that
over and over it was made clear
but it was my only option
so I tagged along as close I could
til I got lost in the woods with the Radical Faeries
I rarely ever wanted to have sex with them
but I was accepted as I was
and encouraged flaunt myself instead of adhere to some mock-blue-collar fashion
simple being dropped for any combination of complexity

though now
I haven't even been with them in a while
it seems I've taken a hiatus from all of my ad-hoc communities

looking through the little window of my iPhone
in my sobered state
it's clear to me that I was never a member of this band of merry hedonists
never content to just eat and drink and share in camaraderie
as I pretend they are
as I wished to be

my sober adult gaze settles on them
as if from an institutional cell
wishing to join the fray

the pleasure I've sought has never been true to me
never fed me as I'd hoped to be nourished by it
how could I have both?
I desired to be a Wizard... a Poet, an Artist
occupations necessarily distinct from the common man
in pursuing my desires I have wondered further from those happy fields
yet I have friends that live their easily
and friends that visit my secret realms
so I must be content with that
and mourn no longer for this sensual life of pleasures that has only ever been reluctantly open to me
sober and intent: I must get to work

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From:bitterlawngnome
Date:July 13th, 2011 06:21 pm (UTC)
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I agree, being a wizard is essentially solitary, and it makes you unpopular (or at least, fails to make you popular).

But IMO being content is more important than wanting to always be happy. Happy sometimes, content most of the time, works better for me. And for me anyway, work is the road to contentment.

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