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There was no brilliance, but Chaucer is over and was not half bad. One down, one to go.
I did not sleep well. I had vivid dreams of inconsiderate friends, people who are rarely inconsiderate in reality, and I screamed and screamed. I dreamed of a boy I sorta-kinda-barely knew in high school, the flamingest boy I've ever known who was, nevertheless, not out. I had a deep platonic crush on him; he was a sweet boy who once sang "My Heart Will Go On" in a National Honor Society induction hazing. In my dream he was out. He also went to Princeton. I do not think he really went there. We held hands. I am a great fan of platonic romances, even in dreams.
Woke to an unwelcome alarm, sweaty and tired and unhappy to be awake. I desperately want a shower, but that will have to wait.
I suddenly miss boys. Not all of them, but a few. Boys like the few I knew in high school who were worth knowing. Most of them were gay. This is the source of my gay male bias, I believe. It is unscientific in the extreme but it's there nonetheless. Gay=good, for boys, for me.
I did not sleep well. I had vivid dreams of inconsiderate friends, people who are rarely inconsiderate in reality, and I screamed and screamed. I dreamed of a boy I sorta-kinda-barely knew in high school, the flamingest boy I've ever known who was, nevertheless, not out. I had a deep platonic crush on him; he was a sweet boy who once sang "My Heart Will Go On" in a National Honor Society induction hazing. In my dream he was out. He also went to Princeton. I do not think he really went there. We held hands. I am a great fan of platonic romances, even in dreams.
Woke to an unwelcome alarm, sweaty and tired and unhappy to be awake. I desperately want a shower, but that will have to wait.
I suddenly miss boys. Not all of them, but a few. Boys like the few I knew in high school who were worth knowing. Most of them were gay. This is the source of my gay male bias, I believe. It is unscientific in the extreme but it's there nonetheless. Gay=good, for boys, for me.
