What do lines remind you of?
Geometry in school. Architectural Diagrams. Road maps. Limits. Boundaries. Electricity Bill Payments.
A line is that which has length, but not breadth or thickness.
There are two kinds of lines.
The first is the Straight line. A straight line is the shortest distance between two points in space. There are several unsolved problems relating to Straight lines and their relation with concepts arising from quantum physics. For example; Wormholes, Straight Lines bent in space. A lot of research money goes into Straight Lines now a days.
The other kind of line is completely ignored.
Ofcourse...I mean Gay lines. heh heh
Thursday, May 12, 2005
How many of you men have been molested by other men who prefer the same sex? [ On a different note, how many of you people are happy with the same sex every night? ] And when you did become an unwilling recepient of these same-sex affections, how did you feel about it?
Once, at a crowded pub, I felt very wet around the ear:)) and after ignoring it for the first few minutes, discovered that it wasn't my inexperience but someone's saliva. A man's at that. I shuddered and dived into a temporary opening in the crowd. I didn't feel too much revulsion, only the whole thing felt very absurd for a while.
Then it started eating me. What if men at the gym were lusting for me too? And what about my boss backslapping me this morning? No more football. No more football.
Because of the whole public stereotype of the pretty gay boy and my active imagination i imagined for a while that i was slowly transforming into a proper birdie. But my ass still felt reasonably firm. So i got out of that hallucination, thankfully.
Then after some contemplation i came to the conclusion that men with homosexual preferences had to take their chances whenever they could. Because there are so few of them out there who are not hidden in little mental closets and shoe cabinets. The gay boys just had to hit on everybody they could, to maximise their chances of finding a mate. At bus stops , in theaters, at the circus, at church, in the temples, at art shows, at photo studios and massage parlours, at schools and in offices, at dance bars and stereo shops...everywhere. Its unfortunate. Circumstance does not afford them too many choices.
After all, buggers cannot be choosers.
Once, at a crowded pub, I felt very wet around the ear:)) and after ignoring it for the first few minutes, discovered that it wasn't my inexperience but someone's saliva. A man's at that. I shuddered and dived into a temporary opening in the crowd. I didn't feel too much revulsion, only the whole thing felt very absurd for a while.
Then it started eating me. What if men at the gym were lusting for me too? And what about my boss backslapping me this morning? No more football. No more football.
Because of the whole public stereotype of the pretty gay boy and my active imagination i imagined for a while that i was slowly transforming into a proper birdie. But my ass still felt reasonably firm. So i got out of that hallucination, thankfully.
Then after some contemplation i came to the conclusion that men with homosexual preferences had to take their chances whenever they could. Because there are so few of them out there who are not hidden in little mental closets and shoe cabinets. The gay boys just had to hit on everybody they could, to maximise their chances of finding a mate. At bus stops , in theaters, at the circus, at church, in the temples, at art shows, at photo studios and massage parlours, at schools and in offices, at dance bars and stereo shops...everywhere. Its unfortunate. Circumstance does not afford them too many choices.
After all, buggers cannot be choosers.
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