ghosts of ourselves
a likable chap asked me what the address of my blog was so he could read it last night. i found myself telling him i didn't want him to read it because it doesn't represent who i am any more. its full of the old incarnations and doesn't have enough of the newly born me to be an accurate representation.
besides, i'm really enjoying getting to know someone when they have no preconcieved ideas about me and my sexuality. its liberating to be free of the webs i wove around myself.
he has nice hands. long fingers easily coaxing hypnotic sounds from the bass... and an endearing nervousness as he prepared to perform his own lyrics... which he confessed were really an old incarnation of himself... not representative of the newly born him... he has no new lyrics that represent that yet.
besides, i'm really enjoying getting to know someone when they have no preconcieved ideas about me and my sexuality. its liberating to be free of the webs i wove around myself.
he has nice hands. long fingers easily coaxing hypnotic sounds from the bass... and an endearing nervousness as he prepared to perform his own lyrics... which he confessed were really an old incarnation of himself... not representative of the newly born him... he has no new lyrics that represent that yet.