"Valde specialis amicus"
'Bonum, malum vidimus omnes, /
alium adiuvat nos cum caderem,
per tempora anni per /
nostris risu, nostroque ploratu /
ego tibi et mihi et /
consideratis ego propinquans familia /
non sit relicta vacant secreto /
amicitiam valet multo auro /
etiam videtur mundus nigris /
invenies inferre retro /
ostendere signa videre occasum /
Haec sunt in sempiternum non obliviscar /
scire nobis longa credas scimus omnia /
Sed quaedam de nobis quasi Qabala /
scio voles siue conseruatio jam fragum /
si scitis ut vel exponere verbis nisi /
I apologize for interrupting your day, but someone you know needs to know this; if not you. Therefore, would you be so kind to take a few moments out of your busy schedule and read this, and then share it with others? After all, I cannot campaign alone.
LaShawn Fowler, Author and Blogger
HELP ABOLISH OPPRESSION AND REINSTATE the RIGHT OF CONSCIOUS
“…and oppress not the widow, nor the fatherless, the stranger, not the poor, and let none of you imagine evil against his brother in your heart.”- Zechariah 7:10
I love international tournaments. I'm back from Australs 2010. The five star hotels, the suits, the lavish dinners, the pretentious functions, the interesting people I met, the drunk hookups, the self-conceited arrogance of me and many others. We were spoilt, and every connection seemed simple yet consequential. We were absolutely wonderful.
There were over 450 people. Every sort of person was there, so I thought there's got to be a few gays around.
If there is ever such a more important moment in a girl's life, it would certainly be the firsts. All of them. First kiss, first crush, first period, first dance, first car, First.... Partner. But I think one of them truly holds the most weight. The one most significant. The one that can flip a girl's world right up on it's back like a confused turtle, or completely reorganize everything they ever thought about themselves. It is the most debilitating, overwhelming, all-consuming, frightening, and beautiful thing for a first.
A first love.
My woeful sapphic life
so hidden and tragic, yet so free
she is my ungotten fruit
I do not know why, but I have had this insatiatable craving of creating poetry all day. It might possibly be because of my own discovery of a few poems I had done a couple months back, very random poems, that perfectly and appropriately fit my favorite poetic prose style known as Sapphic Stanza.
So long time again since I've written... short-story = long-distance love got to be joy and terror, in terms of barely seeing friends, having too much Skype, and eventually flying off for a couple weeks to be with my guy. It didn't turn out that well though, which sucks, to say the least, and a lot of it has/had to do with his immaturity. Pretty sure if I plan an inter-continental voyage with my boy over six months, he oughta be able to clean up his apartment beforehand... among other gems.
I love you. I know I can't ever tell you.. not again. And I can't ever tell anyone. I love Dina. I'm with Dina. And I'm happy with Dina. But I love you.
I can't stand hiding this. Last time you seemed fine at the prospect of me having feelings for you. I just couldn't accept them fully.
You know, maybe I'm "bi" or whatever. I don't know. All I know is I love you. I always will. I have for the last year and a half. I've lied to you, my family, Dina and myself.
I am in love with Dina and I do want to spend the rest of my life with her. I just also will always love you.
I've been asked to share my experiences, and a way to cope with these things.
Just to recap, I was raped a year ago. The man who did this was my boyfriend. This is a long story, and parts of it are blurred by my memory.
How we met? I honestly don't remember. I don't know why, but it's not there. I do know this: he was the kindest man I'd ever known, and I thought he was perfect.
I am not speaking
but am not dumb.
I am not making love
but am not impotent.
I am not moving forward
but am not creeping back.
I am not thinking
but am not thoughtless at all.
I am not looking
but am not blind.
I am tired of living
but am not tired of life.
I am not with you
but am not without you.
I will take
a time to coil
and then as a snake
I will strike
at the heart
of the tyranny.
Watch out for me
- my name is democracy!
I'm here with mah hunny, I'm so fucking happy here, it's too good to be true <3
Sweety, it's ok to be nervous, I am too. But... I've been waiting for this. I want to hold you in my arms and never let you go. Don't worry about me meeting your family, I'm sure I'll do just fine.
If walking was an option, I'd walk my way from here to you.
Happiness is always around the corner. Sadly, I always trip and become bruised and battered before I make it around the bend. The wall gets longer and longer as I try to maintain a steady pace, stumbling through the dark, fingers outstretched hoping to feel the end of my long tortured journey. Just when I feel as if I'm making progress, a memory abruptly startles me and I fall to my knees, screaming out at the cold, dark night. The unmistakable tears that cloud my vision leave cool streaks down my face as a gentle wind brushes by me.
'if you stay out here in the cold all night, you'll die.' you said, taking my hand in yours, bringing my fingers to your lips. 'your hands are like ice.' i didn't look up at you because, although my hands may have been cold, your touch made the rest of me catch on fire.
Love is when you take away the feeling, patience, sacrifice and romance
in a relationship and find that you still care for him.
The sad thing in life is when you meet someone who is very important to you, but only to find that in the end become meaningless and you have to let go.
like it hurts to how it hard to get some onr to like you not to lust over
it makes you want to brake down like even though alot of people say i am
cute like the just think of me as a sex objcet
hey like is there any gays in georgia that would like to talk to me
for this hallows eve i just wanted 2 let everyone know that i have faced and put down another inner-demon. I won't get into detail but instead ill share the poem i wrote for my little sister, its more than a poem and it was all last minute so if its corny 2 u, 2 bad. I'm the middle child and its not always easy 2 b understood but i wouldn't trade it for the world. ^_^<369
hey kim sorry 2 b the dim
2 your light sorry we always gotta fight
and im really startin to realize i sometimes dont have the right
to yell sorry kim sometimes my mind doesnt always run well
So not too many hours past, I let my mom know that my gayness has reached new heights, ala boyfriending it long distance.
Silence followed, along with some veiled insults towards my lad. 'You realize he probably has someone else over there...', 'What does he do? Oh, he won't have a job for sure...' etc. etc.
However, things are looking not too bad for permission to fly fly away to see him.
Anyone seen "Mango Kiss?" I have seen most but not all. From what I saw it was great. Damn it was funny! And I tell ya what I could relate to those women. If you want to watch a preview check out the link below.
This is long,but you must read it. And Thanks for your time!!!!!!
It comes from the heart.
A young man learns what's most important in life from the guy next door.
It had been some time since Jack had seen the old man. College, girls,
career, and life itself got in the way. In fact, Jack moved clear across
the country in pursuit of his dreams. There, in the rush of his busy life,
Jack had little time to think about the past and often no time to spend with his wife and son. He was working on his future, and nothing could stop him.