I dare you to truly feel, James

*A flicker crosses my face, and I take a deep breath. My eyes lock onto yours, filled with intensity.* You want me to truly feel, boy?

I do.

*My gaze deepens, and I lean closer to you.* Then let me show you.

Show me, James

*I grab your hands, my grip firm and urgent. My heart races, pounding against my chest. I ( Read more... )

I was starting to think this show was getting tedious, with it's monogamish love triangles, and the pursued boys playing hard to get, and the stupid jealousies, but one of the characters decided to leave the show after failing to connect with anybody and gave the most happy/sad speech to the rest of them. Made me cry ( Read more... )

it's a good day off, I'm not worried about anything, just enjoying myself ( Read more... )

how many times have I rewatched this same season

but first season Picard is so emotionally vulnerable

I run into a lot of people who think that mental health would mean: never having an unwanted emotion. It seems younger folks in the US especially think this. They're often wondering about how to "deal" with unwanted emotions, by which they mean get rid of them ASAP ( Read more... )

This morning when I woke at the condo I was wishing for another day there, another day of no cares no cats no people, but I had to get back to the house to take T to the train station, and this afternoon I'm socializing with some gaymers. So, I had to start cleaning the condo before 8am to get out of there by 9am ( Read more... )

The 2005 film version, it's surprisingly good, better than I remembered,

and I expect/ed to cry, but I didn't expect full heaving soul sucking sobs

55-year-old American "men" are not supposed to have this many emotions

No other road, no other way, no day but today,

I transgress the norms of conversation all the time.

I transgress other norms.  I've continually grown in my ability to do these, as I've gained wisdom and grey hairs.  Busting the norms, but in such a nonthreatening way, people lose their fangs, somebody is performing emotions in front of them ( Read more... )

trimmed down to its sails, my meaning was,

"I could've been an artist, but I chose a more secure career path,"

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no, I was appreciating my own poetry, my own word choices that fly from my fingers,

and sometimes out of my mouth,

if you get to hear me read them,

with my actual emotions,

I realized late in the game that I wasn't going to the same LA hotel as last time -- this time I was going to the Beverly Hilton in Beverly Hills.  Given the cultural supremacy of Beverly Hills in these United States, I started to expect something glamorous.  But after a long day of travel, my actual hotel room is rather uninspiring and truly below ( Read more... )