Trevor Myner <tmyner@sessions.net> wrote in news:4e2b3a54$0$1788$c3e8da3
$76491128@news.astraweb.com:
> Do you have a "dream boy"?
>
> I don't merely mean a boy who fits your ideal of beauty, a boy you'd
> love to meet and spend some time with in some way. I mean a boy who
> visits you in your dreams?
>
> I do.
>
> His physical description is unimportant, because though he is certainly
> perfect to my eye, I would expect your dream boy would be perfect to
> your eye, and others to theirs.
>
> But beyond his static image, he moves in four dimensions like any real
> boy. His every movement is a graceful dance. It is not a seduction,
> because he doesn't need to put on a show. He cannot help but move in
> just the way that draws me to him.
>
> Pictures are nice to look at, and some capture "perfect moments" with
> something close to real emotion, real meaning, but without depth in
> three dimensions, a boy is just a postcard. Without movement, a boy is
> not a boy, but a statue. My dream boy moves. He moves before me. He
> moves toward me.
>
> How many times do boys we know in the real world move toward us and we
> have to run through the "real-world checklist of possible
> interactions"? Like the Terminator's heads-up display with a list of
> possible choices of dialog and potential actions, no matter who is
> coming toward us, friends or foes, we have to be ready for anything.
> Rarely do we know exactly what to do, and how the other will react.
> It's a complicated game.
>
> With my dream boy, I have only one possible reaction because there is
> only one motive to his approach. He wants me to hold him. I hold him.
>
> When I do, I often awaken, jarred by the power of the moment. This is
> the boy I was made for and who was made for me. There is no better
> feeling than to embrace him with all of my love. It is an embrace that
> erases the lines between us and we are one.
>
> Just the other morning, I held him in that perfect embrace and
> remembered that he is a dream, he is part of me. Dreams are never
> lies. This dream was a perfect truth. My dream boy and I truly ARE
> one. I held him in this awareness. I let myself feel that love and
> allowed it to melt away the anger and the tension that built up over
> the day before. All that is wrong, hateful, and hurtful in this world
> was dissolved and I awoke to a feeling of perfect love and peace.
>
> I will miss my dream boy until he returns again. I will try to linger
> longer with him more each time.
>
> Doc, and anyone reading this, I wish for you that feeling of perfect
> love and peace and for it to stay with you through each day.
>
> Until we are all free to live as we are, and until boys are free to
> love who they wish because they are respected and properly prepared
> with the knowledge and judgement to choose wisely, my dream boy
> comforts me and reassures me that I deserve that love and peace.
>
> TM
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