comment to a link on FB to “personal spectator”

here it goes:
“sometimes it takes a proposal like that to give you a jolt to change. something that shackes everything inside of you and makes you see yourself as you are. i should add that she will be more confident on herself from now on. at the begining of the short she displayed a certain insecurity and fear of being herself. the gesture of leaving her hair free symbolises the freedom she suddenly affords to herself to be herself.”

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good things happen to those who wait?!

it happened after nearly 6 month. i had sex. for many people and the majority of gay men this may not be that unusual. oh, or it is. 6 month? ‘wtf is wrong with you, man?’ would be the standard reaction. or ‘well, it was 6 month or so since i had sex myself’… the last one i do not want to hear. however, what are the chances for an old fart like me to have three of a good thing at once? one, he is 20yo. two, he is hung, like +20cm. three, he wanted to have sex with me. and, so, i ended up in his bathroom, at 4am, worthshiping every inch of his body, lean, defined, perfect, i should say, kissing, caressing, just enjoying life.
so, perhaps good things happen to those who wait and wish for the right thing, such as ‘the unexpected’.

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patience

i think his patience is running thin and i am afraid to lose him. i managed to disappoint him a great deal with all the stupid things i said lately. he is someone that remained with me throughout my depression and i hope he will be there when i come out of it.

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strange sensations

i had a very strange experience last night. it was supposed to be a toy play. i brought my entire collection. but we ended up in a long 69 and then something strange happened. we just held each other and i started sighing, trembling and breathing heavy. and i did not stop. and i loved it. he did not fuck me though i wanted him to. i hope it was because he was tired. most probably he also did not like me. i know i will never see him again. the morning after was alone, cold and awkward. what is the worst that could happen: have some sort of sex and forget about him. he can have any man he wants. all can have any man they want. except me. the abstinance was reset last night. except maybe the anal fuck part that actually scars me the most. and now i feel like nothing happened. alone. empty handed.

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Gay Fest Parade 2009

it was the first time for me. a friend suggested i leave the car parked at the arrival point. and so i did. then i went back to Piata Unirii and had a chance to see the police presence on every street in the area. i felt suddenly secure and not so. if it takes so many policemen then the peril is real, i thought. i got nervous. but then i knew i was not alone even if surrounded by drag queens and queens in general, myself included. one hour went fast and i got to the entrance point in the perimeter. a volunteer from Accept recognized me and i got a rainbow flag and entered to a strange public place where all of a sudden i felt i belong. i was among my kind and that was somehow reassuring. i need to say i am worried about the project of a new civil code but right then and there it at that time that did not matter much to me. i was there and that is all that mattered. i promise to keep going to these marches every year because every soul counts. now i know that first hand.

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i love you

ce-ar fi daca i-as spune ‘te iubesc’. bine, de fapt nu chiar asa. ci mai dergraba ceva de genul ‘sti, cred ca m-am indragostit de tine’. doar ca il cunosc de vreo cateva luni si l-am vazut prima data pe viu numai acum o saptamana. citesc si ma gandesc ca poate ar trebui sa raman in liga mea si sa nu vreau mai mult. sigur, ar fi frumos, dar eu nu am eruditia lui, nu vorbesc ca el.
sa-i spun, sa nu-i spun? ma iubeste, nu ma iubeste?

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my gods

i would like to have one god to care about me. to teach me how to behave, to teach me what to say, to spend time with me because i am alone. perhaps this would be the god of lonelyness.
i would like to have a god to care for children when their parents are not paying attention to them or if they are not around them. I would call this god Smi, and i am pretty sure that it would be a very funny god. it oughta be.
i would like to have a god for feeding. litteraly. to help me prepare my meals in time and to end world hunger. he should be named Remmy.
i would like to have a god to care for the people i love and care for. he should be something like a friendship/love god and help me make happy all those i love and care. they are, they exist. it is just that they don’t know that yet.
i would like to have a god for all those people, like me, that are different. they should be care for by something or someone. this god should look like a woman and be named Wanda.
that is about it. for the rest of the problems, i am sure we can fix without the help of a god.

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oare m-am indragostit?

azi, dupa ceva ezitare si un schimb de mesaje idiote prin FB, l-am sunat si i-am zis ca vreau sa ies cu el. poate chair la film si a zis da. dar tot imi e teama pentru ca nu am facut asta niciodata si nu stiu cum sa reactionez si ce sa fac. din pacate sunt putin mai mercurial, cand sus, cand jos si asta imi cam sta in cale, ca sa zic asa. el e un tip dragut, cu temperament solar si a avut multa bunavointa cu mine pana acum. am tot vorbit online vreo 2 luni si ne-am vazut live abia vineri, saptamana trecuta. era cam obosit si a stat cu capul pe umarul meu in soho lounge si apoi cand l-am dus acasa mi-a multumit si m-a pupat pe obraz. iar eu caut semnificatei in orice gest, ca asa e felul meu, si nu stiu ce sa cred. din pacate vineri s-a despartit de bf-ul lui, dupa un an si ceva si, desi pare o oportunitate la care nu speram, parca am niste retineri si din cauza asta. apoi m-ai este sexul. sunt terifiat de gandul ca trebuie sa fac asta. dupa ultimele esecuri nu cred ca mai pot sa fac sex cu un barbat. cred ca ar trebui sa isi doreasca mult prea mult sa faca asta si astfel sa aiba foarte multa rabdare cu mine. iar cum nimeni nu vrea nici macar un pic sa faca sex cu mine, nu prea am sanse sa mai fac asta vreodata. nu cred ca el ar vrea sa aiba rabdare cu mine. ramane sa vad daca pana la urma iesim sambata in oras sau poate si la film. nu imi fac mari sperante. am invatat ca e mai bine sa nu ma entuziazmez niciodata de nimic. e mai sigur asa. chiar daca poate uneori ratez ocazii de a fi fericit. hmm.

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ma gandeam ca poate nu a fost o idee prea buna sa ne vedem irl. am fost foarte curios si acum imi pare rau. asta pentru ca imi place de tine si nu stiu exact de ce. si asta contravine hotaririi mele de a-mi accepta singuratatea. prin urmare voi disparea din viata ta. stiu ca nu e o mare pierdere pentru tine. desi acum poate treci printr-o perioada dificila, tu cel putin ai resurse si prieteni cu ajutorul carora vei iesi din depresie. din pacate eu nu am nimic. din acest punct de vedere te invidiez. dar ce pot sa fac? eu nu am putere, nu am prieteni, nu am resurse interioare si mecanisme care sa ma ajute ca ies din depresia in care sunt probabil de mai bine de 20 de ani. practic depresia asta am devenit eu iar eu nu pot si nu stiu sa fiu altfel. cred ca am fost odata altfel, normal, dar nu stiu daca pot sa ma mai intorc la asta vreodata.
farewell, my …

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to the one who almost fell asleep on my shoulder

i asked you out. i don’t ususally do that. it is not because i am arogant or anything like that. it is that i do not have the guts to take rejection. so i do nothing.
then you accepted. i really have no ideea why would you do that.
then we met. at soho lounge. it was ok. the place. then we started to talk and i had the feeling you were moking me. then you asked me what i wanted to do.
then i give a ride home and i went back to my home.
end of story.

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