you had to go there
and talk like Obama
but did you have to summon Neruda?
Hell's Kitchen Journal: I Want To Be A Sex Object
Look Closely At Those Abs And Phone!
First and foremost, let me be clear. Anyone that is objectified for their appearance, harassed or belittled is appalling. Trust me I understand that sexually harassing people or judging them based on appearance alone is wrong. Don't do it.
Now also let me be honest.
I want to be viewed as a sex object. At least give me a day!
Yep, that is right. I said it. I want to be a sex object.
Want to turn heads as I go down the street. Bring on the construction workers whistling at me. Have people sneak photographs of my tight fitting jeans, ample package and buns to die for! Want my eyes to melt and pierce other men hearts. Want those masculine straight men looking at each other and saying "I'll do that one"! Yep, they don't have to know my IQ, my politics, my spiritual beliefs or if I treat animals kindly. Just savior me and judge me for my body.
I know, I know, I should want to be judged on my brilliant mind and thoughtful ways. Gladly I would give them up for just one day of walking around making people walk into each other as they turn to take a second look. Want that powerful sexuality oozing from me so that they don't care if I am a Democrat or right-wing Republican. In fact, they so badly want to be with me they give up their party identification for just a moment with me.
Give me that genie lamp to rub and let me magically appear for twenty-four hours as 6'4' with sixty-two abs, legs like lamp posts and arms that threaten to burst out of any normal shirt. Let that face make Helen of Troy look like a piker and have nations fight wars over it. Have that smile make other men weak in the knees and slay many hearts. Have my eyes open any door and invites to any party. Oh yea, I know it is like the dream sequence with Bobby in Dallas but so what!
Oh well, it is fun fantasy but in the end I want to be respected for who I am and what I have done with my life.
When you really think about it is there anything more sexy than a good mind, a great heart and a hearty laugh? Isn't it sexy to see someone help that old man across the street, fall in love with a tiny kitten or feel comfortable in their own skin? Sexy is when a person is confident, finds joy in the darkest moments and can quote to you in a dimly lighted room Neruda from his memory. Sexy is when you help others, believe in peace and want everyone to be equal.
When you look at that way I am as sexy as hell. Come on and look at it folks. This is one hot man.
Sexy is having a grand old time writing this column and laughing the entire time I write it. Hope you have enjoyed it as much as I have enjoyed it writing it.
- by David Mixner
Really?
Entonces...
Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.
Escribir, por ejemplo...
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I can write, for example, That my profound respect for him is shattered
As the blue stars shiver in the distance, the night wind revolves in the sky
And sings the agony that makes me sigh, in this instance
As I write the saddest lines tonight.
I loved him without ever knowing if he loved me, too.
But what does it matter if my love for him as he was is not enough?
He wants to be a sex object
He wants to be vanity for a moment, for a minute!
He wants to know what it feels like to be worshiped
He wants to know what it feels like to be adored for his appearance,
If only for a moment, by the public!
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I no longer have him as he was
To feel that I have lost him.
Because he wants to be who he is not, who he never was and never will be.
My soul is crying because it has lost him to vanity.
My sight searches for his mind but can only now see his body made of muscles of insecurity.
My heart looks for him, but he is no longer there, with me.
With only body and vanity to stare at
We, at this time, are no longer the same.
I no longer love him, that is certain, but how I loved him!
My heart cries as my head tries to find a reason to hang on.
Another. He will be another.
Like those who have come and gone before him.
His voice. His bright mind. His infinite wisdom,
All slowly vanish as he drifts further into the abyss.
I no longer love him, that is certain, but maybe I love him now differently
For his body because that's what he wants me to see,
That's what he makes me do.
Love is so short, vanity is so strong.
Through nights like this when I want to hold him in my arms
My soul is dying because it has lost the old him / he has lost his old charm
But as this will be the last pain he makes me suffer,
These are the last verses I shall write for him ever.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines,
Because I no longer have the old clever David Mixner
But only the imaginary taut body of an unknown vain lover.
Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.
Y yo les he escrito con todas mis lagrimas. Hic.
por Tanya Neruda
Hija perdida de Pablo.
;>,D
(loosely © 2013 Thanh Nguyen)
(Italic text and tattoo pic reposted in their entirety from David Mixner's post. Thank you ;-.b)
but did you have to summon Neruda?
Hell's Kitchen Journal: I Want To Be A Sex Object
Look Closely At Those Abs And Phone!
First and foremost, let me be clear. Anyone that is objectified for their appearance, harassed or belittled is appalling. Trust me I understand that sexually harassing people or judging them based on appearance alone is wrong. Don't do it.
Now also let me be honest.
I want to be viewed as a sex object. At least give me a day!
Yep, that is right. I said it. I want to be a sex object.
Want to turn heads as I go down the street. Bring on the construction workers whistling at me. Have people sneak photographs of my tight fitting jeans, ample package and buns to die for! Want my eyes to melt and pierce other men hearts. Want those masculine straight men looking at each other and saying "I'll do that one"! Yep, they don't have to know my IQ, my politics, my spiritual beliefs or if I treat animals kindly. Just savior me and judge me for my body.
I know, I know, I should want to be judged on my brilliant mind and thoughtful ways. Gladly I would give them up for just one day of walking around making people walk into each other as they turn to take a second look. Want that powerful sexuality oozing from me so that they don't care if I am a Democrat or right-wing Republican. In fact, they so badly want to be with me they give up their party identification for just a moment with me.
Give me that genie lamp to rub and let me magically appear for twenty-four hours as 6'4' with sixty-two abs, legs like lamp posts and arms that threaten to burst out of any normal shirt. Let that face make Helen of Troy look like a piker and have nations fight wars over it. Have that smile make other men weak in the knees and slay many hearts. Have my eyes open any door and invites to any party. Oh yea, I know it is like the dream sequence with Bobby in Dallas but so what!
Oh well, it is fun fantasy but in the end I want to be respected for who I am and what I have done with my life.
When you really think about it is there anything more sexy than a good mind, a great heart and a hearty laugh? Isn't it sexy to see someone help that old man across the street, fall in love with a tiny kitten or feel comfortable in their own skin? Sexy is when a person is confident, finds joy in the darkest moments and can quote to you in a dimly lighted room Neruda from his memory. Sexy is when you help others, believe in peace and want everyone to be equal.
When you look at that way I am as sexy as hell. Come on and look at it folks. This is one hot man.
Sexy is having a grand old time writing this column and laughing the entire time I write it. Hope you have enjoyed it as much as I have enjoyed it writing it.
- by David Mixner
Really?
Entonces...
Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.
Escribir, por ejemplo...
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I can write, for example, That my profound respect for him is shattered
As the blue stars shiver in the distance, the night wind revolves in the sky
And sings the agony that makes me sigh, in this instance
As I write the saddest lines tonight.
I loved him without ever knowing if he loved me, too.
But what does it matter if my love for him as he was is not enough?
He wants to be a sex object
He wants to be vanity for a moment, for a minute!
He wants to know what it feels like to be worshiped
He wants to know what it feels like to be adored for his appearance,
If only for a moment, by the public!
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I no longer have him as he was
To feel that I have lost him.
Because he wants to be who he is not, who he never was and never will be.
My soul is crying because it has lost him to vanity.
My sight searches for his mind but can only now see his body made of muscles of insecurity.
My heart looks for him, but he is no longer there, with me.
With only body and vanity to stare at
We, at this time, are no longer the same.
I no longer love him, that is certain, but how I loved him!
My heart cries as my head tries to find a reason to hang on.
Another. He will be another.
Like those who have come and gone before him.
His voice. His bright mind. His infinite wisdom,
All slowly vanish as he drifts further into the abyss.
I no longer love him, that is certain, but maybe I love him now differently
For his body because that's what he wants me to see,
That's what he makes me do.
Love is so short, vanity is so strong.
Through nights like this when I want to hold him in my arms
My soul is dying because it has lost the old him / he has lost his old charm
But as this will be the last pain he makes me suffer,
These are the last verses I shall write for him ever.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines,
Because I no longer have the old clever David Mixner
But only the imaginary taut body of an unknown vain lover.
Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.
Y yo les he escrito con todas mis lagrimas. Hic.
por Tanya Neruda
Hija perdida de Pablo.
;>,D
(loosely © 2013 Thanh Nguyen)
(Italic text and tattoo pic reposted in their entirety from David Mixner's post. Thank you ;-.b)