On Sat, 23 Jul 2011 14:17:09 -0700, Trevor Myner <tmyner@sessions.net>
wrote:
>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
Hi Trevor,
Absolutely beautifully stated,
We need more of the above here.
I look at and fantasize about a dream-boy for a long time...like we
find ourselves are away from suspicion on an island, free to laugh,
play, feel and react like human beings for a few magic hours.
Then I go to sleep and very often 'he' come running and splashing like
a wild pony on lithe legs along the water's edge and as he passes me,
I look up shyly, he smiles briefly, then runs on but soon returns.
Then I cannot help but force myself to look into his inquiring eyes
and after a few tense moments, he cocks his head sideways, raises his
eyebrows and says...wanna play and have fun in the sun?
Then the dream-boy takes my hand, takes the lead and we begin a real
friendship in paradise.
Thanks for your post, feel free to contact me if you just feel like
chatting about anything at all.
Respectfully,
Dew.
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