Here I Am

To say, express, write – to get off our collective chests: I am feeling lonely, in need of touch, in need of social contact. How did the Castaway do it? (He did it by acting in a movie). What to do? Creativity. Imagining: Outdoor soccer distanced passing (usual passing) with fellow Brooklyn queers And aContinue reading “Here I Am”

Expectations

No more blind dates and no more forced chit chat; No more rushed sentences hoping that I’ll bite back; No more London blokes and no more blonde women; No more action before meaningful reflection; No more overstepping and no more indecision; No more pedestals and slow walking pedestrians; No more deep sighs across a deeper blueContinue reading “Expectations”

Choose

What choice did I have? I’m sitting in a torn, bright red, faux leather booth with photographs of the same old, white man painting a wall splattered on the table. I do not want to flirt with this long haired, slightly high-pitched voiced Brazilian in front of me. But what choice do I have? WhenContinue reading “Choose”

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