If He Asked
Warning, this contains gratuitous amounts of GAY !
SO MUCH GAY !
OVER 9000 GAY !
MORE GAY THAN YOUR PRIDE PARADE HAS ROOM FOR !
I was asked a question: what do I look for in a mate ? Well, the below cut contains that answer. I am linking to this post for my answer.
But if you want to read something that is not about me being gay, you can read this:
The second worst thing one can do is to go to war with one's better qualities. The worst is to win, and stamp out higher action. Skepticism alone, reason, seeking the truth -- this isn't sufficient. The courage to act on it, to accept the implications of what you discover is needed as well. Sometimes integrity requires that you sacrifice contentment for happiness, that you give up being a professor to be God and create the world. If the metaphors you're using don't work, they don't make you happy, they don't have the ring of truth, simply get BETTER ones. If they work, integrate them into your life.
Just a thought.
Now, on with the gay !
If he asked I would say yes.
But, he would have to know how to ask.
He would know that I am not just any guy and that I dislike red roses, or most flowers because of their deeper meanings. He would know that taking me to a restaurant is fifty-fifty, as I dislike most French restaurants because they do it wrong. He would know that taking me to an Italian restaurant is not my style, because I dislike the singing. He would know these things because if he did not choose correctly, I would tune anything out that he might say.
He would know that I love to sing and I love surprises and that I love games. He would know that scavenger hunts, finding things that he hid, like music lyrics, poems, or quotes from books, is what I prefer.
He would know that walks during sunset are beautiful, and that I love to stargaze, and that there are some nights where I want to do nothing but lie in the grass and talk, and that other nights I would want to go out to eat, but that waking me up to watch the sun rise is not the way to my heart- that staying up all night to watch it is.
He would know that a horribly off-key rendition of a love song would sing his love into my heart, or an attempt at singing a song in a different language would swoon me, even if he failed miserably at it.
He would know that I enjoy sappy songs, even if they are not from the most likely of places, and that some songs make me cry, and that it is all right to hold me close and just let me sing along, or listen to the sound of the violin.
He would know that I love to travel, and that I prefer trains over everything.
He would know, without a word, that he had my heart, and that no words would need to ever be shared, that arguments could always be settled, and that when the day has closed- whether it is at nine that night or ten the next morning- that he still has my heart.
He would know I make a big deal out of everything from small victories to memories, and that there are days where there might be a celebration over not having to use a crutch, or there might be a celebration over the life of a friend no longer with me.
He would know that I am a romantic, both in style and in person, and that I enjoy nothing more than to share life- all of its majestic wonder and vibrancy- as I see it with other people, however I would only share the full picture with him.
He would know that even though I see things in shades of grey, that I would smile for him and mean it, and that I would join what I saw with what he saw and it would make a thing of beauty.
He would know that I love to eat new things, do new things, and explore life to its fullest, and that he should be right there next to me, living it with me.
He would know that I want to do many things, that I want to be a doctor, a teacher, an actor, an artist, and that I wish I could be born five different times so I could live five different lives, eat five different types of foods, experience five different cultures, and die five ways that bring my life honour.
He would further know that in each of those five lives, I would do nothing short of fall in love five different times with him.
He knows I would love him endlessly, would give him anything, but I would not give him up, and I would not let him down, and I would not leave him falling.
He would know all this without asking if the moment were to ever arise.
I think that sums it up.
SO MUCH GAY !
OVER 9000 GAY !
MORE GAY THAN YOUR PRIDE PARADE HAS ROOM FOR !
I was asked a question: what do I look for in a mate ? Well, the below cut contains that answer. I am linking to this post for my answer.
But if you want to read something that is not about me being gay, you can read this:
The second worst thing one can do is to go to war with one's better qualities. The worst is to win, and stamp out higher action. Skepticism alone, reason, seeking the truth -- this isn't sufficient. The courage to act on it, to accept the implications of what you discover is needed as well. Sometimes integrity requires that you sacrifice contentment for happiness, that you give up being a professor to be God and create the world. If the metaphors you're using don't work, they don't make you happy, they don't have the ring of truth, simply get BETTER ones. If they work, integrate them into your life.
Just a thought.
Now, on with the gay !
If he asked I would say yes.
But, he would have to know how to ask.
He would know that I am not just any guy and that I dislike red roses, or most flowers because of their deeper meanings. He would know that taking me to a restaurant is fifty-fifty, as I dislike most French restaurants because they do it wrong. He would know that taking me to an Italian restaurant is not my style, because I dislike the singing. He would know these things because if he did not choose correctly, I would tune anything out that he might say.
He would know that I love to sing and I love surprises and that I love games. He would know that scavenger hunts, finding things that he hid, like music lyrics, poems, or quotes from books, is what I prefer.
He would know that walks during sunset are beautiful, and that I love to stargaze, and that there are some nights where I want to do nothing but lie in the grass and talk, and that other nights I would want to go out to eat, but that waking me up to watch the sun rise is not the way to my heart- that staying up all night to watch it is.
He would know that a horribly off-key rendition of a love song would sing his love into my heart, or an attempt at singing a song in a different language would swoon me, even if he failed miserably at it.
He would know that I enjoy sappy songs, even if they are not from the most likely of places, and that some songs make me cry, and that it is all right to hold me close and just let me sing along, or listen to the sound of the violin.
He would know that I love to travel, and that I prefer trains over everything.
He would know, without a word, that he had my heart, and that no words would need to ever be shared, that arguments could always be settled, and that when the day has closed- whether it is at nine that night or ten the next morning- that he still has my heart.
He would know I make a big deal out of everything from small victories to memories, and that there are days where there might be a celebration over not having to use a crutch, or there might be a celebration over the life of a friend no longer with me.
He would know that I am a romantic, both in style and in person, and that I enjoy nothing more than to share life- all of its majestic wonder and vibrancy- as I see it with other people, however I would only share the full picture with him.
He would know that even though I see things in shades of grey, that I would smile for him and mean it, and that I would join what I saw with what he saw and it would make a thing of beauty.
He would know that I love to eat new things, do new things, and explore life to its fullest, and that he should be right there next to me, living it with me.
He would know that I want to do many things, that I want to be a doctor, a teacher, an actor, an artist, and that I wish I could be born five different times so I could live five different lives, eat five different types of foods, experience five different cultures, and die five ways that bring my life honour.
He would further know that in each of those five lives, I would do nothing short of fall in love five different times with him.
He knows I would love him endlessly, would give him anything, but I would not give him up, and I would not let him down, and I would not leave him falling.
He would know all this without asking if the moment were to ever arise.
I think that sums it up.