I know, its revolting isn't it! Unless of course you're into that sort of 'Big Bird' thing, then I apologise! Please feel free to perve at the picture whilst the rest of us vomit!Now that's my joking on this topic well and truly put aside. Today I want to discuss something that is close to my heart. Its not fatties, though obesity is becoming a national obsession and a good job too, half the nation is eating itself into the grave. I digress.No, today I want to discuss, or rather rant about open relationships. You see I just don't get it. I can't understand why someone would choose to commit themselves to another person, but with the caveat that they're still entitled to shop around and fuck who the hell they like, when they like and where they like!
WRONG WRONG WRONG!Commitment is about telling someone that you want to be with them and them only. Showing them, and the world that you love them. Now I'm no prude, far from it! I've had my moments of pure, unadulterated sluttery and thoroughly enjoyed it. And I believe there is a part of that in all of us, it's just gay men find it easier to actuate, especially as sex in fagland is so readily available! And the net has only accentuated this! As our Aussie cousins say, a root is a root, and sometimes we all have a need to let go and get own and dirty with someone we have nothing but sexual lust for. I'm all for that! But when you enter a relationship, it all needs to stop.
The thing that really cuts at the core of my principles though are those gay profiles that start "happily partnered but ..." . If you're SO happy, why is there a need to go screw someone else. Because there is one thing I can promise you! You may think you have the blessing of your partner; you're so far removed from the truth, you may as well be in Narnia! Everytime you take adavantage of the 'openess' of your relationship, you're abusing the trust and love of your partner!
Its not just my principles your cutting through, its the love and trust of somebody whose dreams you helped fulfil yet seemingly choose to slowly and painfully destroy!
Visual Imagery. A marvellous form that is one thing that does get better as technology advances.
The image on the right believe it or not, is a satellite photograph of a considerably large town in the mid-west of North America. It may become my home in a few short months for a just a few short months until a permanent home in another North American town is found!
I'm contemplating meeting and being with a man who currently lives 4057 miles away, give or take a few yards! I've never been scared of change; in fact I welcome it with open arms and look for all the promise and the good it can bring.It seems my never ending search for what I know will make me happy and settled may actually reach its as yet elusive end in a country I constantly berate for its politics, policies and people. You see, I'm a closet Americophile. When it comes down to the nitty-gritty, our yank cousins have a better commitment to real relationships. I blame (or thank) it partly on the brainwashing provided by TV and film mediums. Hollywood and the TV Networks throw out constant subliminal messaging that 'family' and its values are best. If you pull together, you'll work it out. As much as we Brits pull away from that and scream the world doesn't work that way, I think in our deepest, darkest secret desires, most of us want that happy ending. If you work hard enough, life can be a Judy garland musical. You just need to remember there will always be a little bit of 'Desperate Housewives and Ugly Betty' in there too!Am I crazy, well you may think so but I don't. You see, over and above all the things we have in common, he shares all the values and beliefs that I do.
Well, its finally happened. After 8 heart breaking, soul searching, desperately lonely months, its here. No alarm bells, no sirens, no fireworks. Just the sudden awareness of the relationship between my ego and my id.Actually, it never went, it was just hiding. In a dark place somewhere. Cold, damp and miserable. No, I'm not talking about Spring or anything, but I did choose my metaphors wisely I believe.I'm talking about my heart.After all that time of being in those places, trying to kid myself that things were getting better, trying to date and having no success. Its back.I say my heart, but what I'm really talking about is the thing it does. You see, no matter how much, or how many times it gets hurt, it fights back. I may suffer from depression, and sometimes it can be all consuming, but the two things my heart never truly gives up on are hope and love.And its ready to be consumed. Or rather I am. After all this time, I'm finally an open door (thanks Doris!) again. Ready for someone to walk in, sweep me off my feet, fill me with passion, romance, love and hope!So I'm hoping its not just sticking its head out and testing the water, because what I really want is to jump in the deep end and swim!
The tears I crythey do not seethe ones the do are not for methe tears I crythe tears for mewith everyoneI die, I die
I know, its revolting isn't it! Unless of course you're into that sort of 'Big Bird' thing, then I apologise! Please feel free to perve at the picture whilst the rest of us vomit!
