tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4690119989265676870.post5875781049574140569..comments2023-03-25T15:32:51.744+02:00Comments on Mine for the Taking: Countdown: 4 - Flesh of Lost Summers (Part III)FreeFoxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00096319447345952569noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4690119989265676870.post-21365241041263196982011-02-22T13:08:29.579+02:002011-02-22T13:08:29.579+02:00If I sound bitter about Jonas, that's just bec...If I sound bitter about Jonas, that's just because for a long time I was. First love? I no longer have any iea what the word love means, but the way he went, it hurt badly, in a way I couldn't forgive myself and him for ages. But now, yeah, I remember him fondly. So what if he's weak. Aren't we all? I sure got nothing to show for in that regard. In a way it was his insecurity... there it is again... his attempt at bravery in the face of fear, that moment when he pushed himself to kiss me, to try for it, to dare to hope that good could come of it that made him so special in my heart. Wherever he is now, I do wish him well in his life.FreeFoxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00096319447345952569noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4690119989265676870.post-42238416922785947672011-02-22T12:38:39.024+02:002011-02-22T12:38:39.024+02:00@Hyperion: Thank you. ^_^
@Brian/Ben/Andrew: Mayb...@Hyperion: Thank you. ^_^<br /><br />@Brian/Ben/Andrew: Maybe it was just a natural phase of experimenting with Jonas, but I don't think so. I think Jonas was very weak inside. He always wanted to be able to hide behind someone, lean on someone. He would snipe from safe covers, his cruel, well-observed jokes, the way he would gleefully spread rumors and gossip - his eyes would light up and he'd get flushed cheeks when he could find bonding and closeness with someone over speaking ill of a third person. I think he wasn't going through a queer phase with me, but that he - okay, this probably sounds terribly conceited now - but that he latched onto someone who was stronger than him. And that once he got to see my soft underbelly, the uke in me, the giggling, cuddly, infatuated side of me, he began to withdraw. And decide that being queer was weak and unimpressive after all. Also, I think he felt before that girls wouldn't notice him, that he was too socially weak. A hanger-on. But when this girl was interested in him, well, that simply was better - was a better social status, something to boast of - than I could offer.<br /><br />@Jes: Brilliant movie, innit? ^_^ "Never trust a fucking angel!"FreeFoxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00096319447345952569noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4690119989265676870.post-77568189156655335032011-02-20T19:14:50.491+02:002011-02-20T19:14:50.491+02:00"“God’s Army” where the Archangel Gabriel say..."“God’s Army” where the Archangel Gabriel says: “Do you know how you got that dent, in your top lip? Way back, before you were born, I told you a secret, then I put my finger there and I said ‘Shush!’”"<br /><br />I think that movie's called The Prophecy in the US. Christopher Walken as Gabriel and Viggo Mortenson as the sexiest Satan ever? :DAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4690119989265676870.post-17666370968435752792011-02-18T20:15:32.363+02:002011-02-18T20:15:32.363+02:00Such a different, lighter tone in these parts. Feb...Such a different, lighter tone in these parts. February has some heart after all! But the pattern of bitter endings is carrying strong. :-)<br /><br />A friend of mine and Shannon's is openly lesbian, and we have seen her go through at least 6 relationships with curious-but-hetero girls (maybe they were going through 'phases' as Brian puts it). It's the same story, again and again. Fun, exploration, but in the end our friend gets heartbroken and the heteros go back to boys. A couple militant experiences with the local gay crowd has made her not want to hang with them, and the heteros just keep jerking her around...Andrewhttp://godwillbegod.com/blognoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4690119989265676870.post-69239079738905176332011-02-14T17:52:37.452+02:002011-02-14T17:52:37.452+02:00On the one hand, not the storybook ending. On the ...On the one hand, not the storybook ending. On the other, at least a few short weeks of something delightful, precious and, dare I say, pure. First love? You certainly speak of him fondly.Benhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11965535693027179744noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4690119989265676870.post-5948643113012890332011-02-14T17:12:01.087+02:002011-02-14T17:12:01.087+02:00Happy Valentines... :(Happy Valentines... :(Hyperionhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14209603671880432195noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4690119989265676870.post-35202015176423134052011-02-14T13:44:45.857+02:002011-02-14T13:44:45.857+02:00Beautiful imagery, a nice experience, all was good...Beautiful imagery, a nice experience, all was good up until the last sentence. I guess it's a good example of how some people do go through phases.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com