Amusements: Star Date Log 15-5-2012

Is it easier now? There are a lot more of the anonymous worlds where Narnians and other creatures of the wardrobe can purr and play?

Yes, sometimes we wonder when we wake up if the happy surprise will finally arrive. Will he finally send that stray text or email that will lead to something wonderful. We wish, not too much, but just with a whiff to send us off our day.

We Heart It

We note, wryly and sometimes with a hint of dread, how wicked hope pumps us with anticipation.....

We've had enough false starts to know better and many bated breaths to invest too much..... Enough already. Days that buoy up like helium sheathed in primary colored latex. Days that turn up and then just as easily turn leaden with pins and needles.

A Letter to a Young Soul

An edited excerpt for privacy.

Keanu needs a hug.

"I wouldn't have known about this site had it not been for my former boyfriend who, at that time, was trying to win me back. I remember sitting on the concrete bench across the university grandstand when he told me he had started an account in an online social hub for the LGBT and other letters after that. I gave it a try.

But we both decided to delete our accounts after getting back together. (And to get rid of that guy who fed me with false stories and continued to flirt with my former boyfriend.) I guess we just didn't want anything or anybody to crack our second chance.

And now I'm back here after a year; single.

Yeah, the second chance didn't work out for the two of us. He quit. But who knows? Maybe my coming back here wouldn't be that bad. After all, I'd like this to be the place, besides Tumblr, where I can talk about those letters not many people care for.

It's still worth a shot right?"

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Sometimes, we forget that encounters blossom also outside that grandstand.

The world can house little revolutions elsewhere. We just have to look for those elusive sparks when persons collide with humanity.

You've heard about wonderful supernovas that herald the birth of stars, no? Well, they're possible. And, they can also mean the death of an old red giant. This means the collapse of all order and sanity. In short, chaos! Blackholes. Quantum singularity.

Yes, kid, it's a risk.

And often, too, we are lost. So we each have a different adventure to tell.

Good luck then.

PS:  Don't forget your comfy shoes, of course, a map and a tireless imagination.

Starters for the Tongue-Tied Planeteers (2)

Hi there planeteers, linkers and cupids. Gaia broadcasting again. Here are a few more lines to hook up a fresh fish from the big online ponds. Keep wishing, fate will soon relent!

But these are fine lines, you see. With just a few dustings and tweakings they could be more than the lame limps that they are. Promise.

1.      Manhattan is as old as a song. Picture this:  Katz’s. You sitting, comfy as the couch. Blissful with the pastrami on white bread. Ignoring the moans from the famous table. Or fail. Your vegan buds hasn’t been defiled with meat. Your pearly whites, then, now sing of my murder.

2.      Ok, Spock, I won’t hand you your unexpected good lighting. Nah, you won’t get a threesome too but I promise you layered lasagnas and shadows as funky as that armpit of Manila---Quiapo. Simple. Wonderful. Reckless.

3.      Here’s another adventure, how about a thrust as deep as Ken Ryker’s and soon you will be asking “Zac Ephron who?”

4.      I forgive you for that horrible prose. I know, I know….your bad sense of judgment. From now on, boy, there will be no more of those flaccid attempts. I’ll make good, hard and deep memories with you, instead. Picture this: me, deep inside you, you, hanging by the length of my flesh, dancing to the delight of our sweet horny music. You ask me again, not a bit embarrassed, “who am I?”

5.      Yes, coke and coffee are our preferred lubes. We both like em cold, too. Licks. So let's pretend we are as comfy as the couch in Starbucks. It's raining again, so we're seeking shelter inside this expensive vice. I'll probably be sipping my frap Mocha, thank you. You? I imagine, dark chocolate mocha. Since we both love lengthy conversations, why don't we engage in one and kill time. Baha pa sa labas. And probably the entire metropolis. I pick your mind and happily you offer..... Friends?

7.      Tonight I tweet the nubbies and they can get rock hard. Damn. I need a shot of Valrhona.

8.    I see you leaning on the wall, burning your stick. The smoke swirls like a hopeful incense.  The wall is already green, ripe with its envy. It envies the flux that it cannot possess or even comprehend. So it must remain.  Unmoved. 

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Starters for the Tongue-Tied Planeteers

....Or opening lines that prove cheezier-than-month-old undies, stuck, forgotten under the bed sheets. Forgotten after you lost consciousness when you spent the night tickling Mr. Propriety while restrained with Mr. Inhibited's hand cuffs. Remember that red toy....?

Fumigate, expunge, sterilize! These lines now host a contagion. Ok, maybe just a hazard of memories.

Well, be free to experiment fellow inhabitants of Downelink, OkCupid, Planet Romeo (hello planeteers!) and their rainbow networks.

1. Hola Steve! If your tongue is a top, then my left ear volunteers to bottom. Here, trace the infinite constellations for as long as the tickled skin will allow.