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Wow...I don't usually hate people. I really don't. I'm generally pretty fucking easy going. But I could cheerfully gut Pedro Almodovar. Fucking old punta. Putting the moves on Gael as if Gael needs to bend over to get ahead as an actor. When he called me last night, I knew something was wrong. We've spent so many hours on the phone that I know every nuance of his voice. It took awhile, but it came out eventually. Almodovar is hitting on him on set. Putting his hands up Gael's skirt and kissing him. And Gael is LETTING HIM. That's what I just don't understand. I asked him how far he was willing to let it go. I asked him why he didn't say NO and tell that filthy queer to keep his hands to himself. He said he couldn't afford to piss him off.
Well, I can't afford it either, but I'd welcome the chance to do it anyway.
Fucker. Cabron. I want to beat him to a bloody pulp. I may have told Gael I wouldn't use my fists, but I would. How dare he? How DARE he kiss Gael? How dare he touch mi mejor amigo, mi hermano, with those ugly hands?
At least Gael's coming home for awhile. I've finally begged him into buying a flat here. I spent this morning going over real estate ads and printing off ones I think he'd like. Of course, they're most all within a five minute walk of my place. I go pick him up from the airport at six tomorrow afternoon. It's silly how much I'm looking forward to seeing him. To just hanging out. I've visited his sets, he's visited mine. But we've needed some down time together for a long while now.
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I wasn't even going to type this, because I can't really wrap my mind around it, but...he wants to kiss me. He wants to get the taste of that perverted old man out of his mouth. I told him he could. I told him that he could have anything he needs. Fuck. I'm terrified, and my stomach's doing flips, and I wonder if he knows somehow, with that best friend radar of his, about how many times I've watched our kiss in Y tu Mama. Does he know? Can he know? No. Of course not. It's just a kiss. Just a way for him to reassert his control over his life by being the aggressor with a male he can trust. It's what he needs, and he's told Nat already that he's going to do it. So...it's all cool. Just one little kiss at midnight, and it's all over. All done. Things are equalized between us again. I'm babbling. I have to go wash something.
Well, I can't afford it either, but I'd welcome the chance to do it anyway.
Fucker. Cabron. I want to beat him to a bloody pulp. I may have told Gael I wouldn't use my fists, but I would. How dare he? How DARE he kiss Gael? How dare he touch mi mejor amigo, mi hermano, with those ugly hands?
At least Gael's coming home for awhile. I've finally begged him into buying a flat here. I spent this morning going over real estate ads and printing off ones I think he'd like. Of course, they're most all within a five minute walk of my place. I go pick him up from the airport at six tomorrow afternoon. It's silly how much I'm looking forward to seeing him. To just hanging out. I've visited his sets, he's visited mine. But we've needed some down time together for a long while now.
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I wasn't even going to type this, because I can't really wrap my mind around it, but...he wants to kiss me. He wants to get the taste of that perverted old man out of his mouth. I told him he could. I told him that he could have anything he needs. Fuck. I'm terrified, and my stomach's doing flips, and I wonder if he knows somehow, with that best friend radar of his, about how many times I've watched our kiss in Y tu Mama. Does he know? Can he know? No. Of course not. It's just a kiss. Just a way for him to reassert his control over his life by being the aggressor with a male he can trust. It's what he needs, and he's told Nat already that he's going to do it. So...it's all cool. Just one little kiss at midnight, and it's all over. All done. Things are equalized between us again. I'm babbling. I have to go wash something.