?

Log in

No account? Create an account

Vertical Prose


November 7th, 2005

show me the way @ 01:45 am



i went to the Pride Parade in Palm Springs

i'm not a Pride Parade kinda guy.

i'm not a Parade kinda guy.

the Parade bored me
i'm not interested in that, really

but all the beautiful men lined up to watch it..
that was great..


so i walked up and down the steet
talking
and taking pictures..

and lots of looking.

spying.

there were...

many hot men.

and christians who hated gay people
or
were
more importantly
afraid of being alive.


there were..
lots of people
beautiful
and the parade
many floats: empty.

most of the hot bears i took pictuers of
when i asked them
they said "why?"

they didn't know they were hot.

people are so silly sometimes
aren't we?

i saw old friends
that i don't really like
and he doesn't really like me

beautiful Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence.

and...

carytown

oh...
he's so cute.

i went back to the Desert Bear Inn with he and his Partner of 17 years, Greg.

Nice
cuddling and play
and pool
and on to Thai dinner
where ednixon
met up with us
-- i sat through dinner again
and then went off to the Barracks
a bar.

[UGH}

i left immediately with a beautiful man named Steve.

he had to hide me from his lover (michael)
but the house was beautiful
his sweat was beautiful
the cross (lit up on the mountain top)
was beautiful

i had a great time

but there was such sadness
-- i won't talk about all of it
but Robert S in NYC/Michigan
reminding me of...
the hot passionate fully conected loving playful communicative sex

as a mistress
as a trend as a friend as an old memory
fucker
got a life already
so i was fun
it was fun
never really in my life
fucking dream
as i am, sargent.

he drove me back to the bar
where Frank was
and a really hot guy talked to someone
then walked in

Frank, i offered him a drink
-- he wanted Peppermint Schnapps.

i bought him one... two came: one for me too
and a Hefferwissen.

and then this guy asked me "what's with the hair?"
and he bought us all shots of Whiskey.

not scotch, fuck that: irish.

he's irish.
his dick was a roll of dimes.

he was wearing a kilt.

we fell in love

fucker.

i loved kissing him
i loved my hands all over his body.

i loved it
i loved playing with him and talking with him and hearing him
and showing off


and he left without saying bye.

and i called him
and he told me his Hotel

but it was a lie.

and i called him and he said "NO, i'm going to sleep"

and i said

' men suck '

and now i feel kinda bad

and kinda drunk.


and i'm going to sleep.

 
Share  |  |

Comments

 
[User Picture Icon]
From:dennisatl
Date:November 7th, 2005 02:34 pm (UTC)
(Link)
hey baby!
not the happiest of posts
but love the song/title
my mom taught me
mom was a flapper! really!
to her dying day
I'll play it on the ukelele
and we will sing and have fun
February!
[User Picture Icon]
From:dominicvine
Date:November 8th, 2005 07:09 am (UTC)
(Link)
beautiful usrpic
-- do you really play the Ukelele?

i'm just learning the song...
Tobias Schneebaum taught it to me.

i was still drunk when i wrote that

sometimes all my writing is sad, and that's stupid

coz it was a fun day.

i talked with the irish guy this morning and it was OK
i..
maybe i'll post about it

HUGS

are we meeting up in Frebruary?
From:(Anonymous)
Date:November 8th, 2005 02:16 am (UTC)

Slow Down

(Link)
Ground yourself.
Big Hug and the Vive
kiridansu
[User Picture Icon]
From:carytown
Date:November 8th, 2005 08:35 am (UTC)
(Link)
I watched you sitting there finishing your ice cream as we sat down to dinner. I looked at Greg, radiant, like I hadn't seen him in a long time. I looked back to where you had been sitting and you were gone. Just as fast as you appeared and connected you disappeared. Now I wonder if I even really saw you across the street at the parade.

I hold on to memories way too much, and perhaps too long. But thanks for a good one.

Vertical Prose