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The Big Eight
Oct. 22nd, 2006 10:16 amAs of today, Kevin & I have been together for 8 years.
Bloody 'Ell. How time flies.
Bloody 'Ell. How time flies.
Oct. 22nd, 2006
It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single gay man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a boyfriend.
However little known the feelings or views of such a man may be on his first entering a gay neighbourhood, this truth is so well fixed in the minds of the surrounding friends, that he is considered as the rightful property of some one or other of their queer friends.
Not all that Mr. Ollie, however, with the assistance of his female friends, could ask on the subject was sufficient to draw from the gossips any satisfactory description of Mr. Kevin. They attacked the rumour mill in various ways; with barefaced questions, ingenious suppositions, and distant surmises; but he eluded the skill of them all; and they were at last obliged to accept the second-hand intelligence of their neighbour Lady Helen. Her report was highly favourable. Mrs. Melissa had been delighted with him. He was quite young, wonderfully handsome, extremely agreeable, and, to crown the whole, he meant to be at the next assembly with a large party. Nothing could be more delightful! To be fond of dancing was a certain step towards falling in love; and very lively hopes of Mr. Kevin's heart were entertained.
In a few days Mr. Kevin returned Mr. Ollie's visit, and sat about ten minutes with him in a coffee shop. He had entertained hopes of being admitted to a sight of the young gay man, of whose beauty he had heard much; but he saw only a pale brasilian thang. His lady friends were somewhat more fortunate, for they had the advantage of ascertaining, from a neighbouring table, that he wore a blue coat and rode with black boots.
An invitation to the movies was soon afterwards dispatched; and already had Mr. Ollie planned the courses that were to do credit to his housekeeping, when an answer arrived which deferred it all. Mr. Kevin was obliged to write an essay the following day, and consequently unable to accept the honour of his invitation. Mr. Ollie was quite disconcerted. He could not imagine what business he could have writing an essay so soon after their meeting at the cafe; and he began to fear that he might be always flying about from one place to another, and never settled as he ought to be. Lady Helen quieted his fears a little by stating the idea of his being able to attend a movie during the weekend; and a report soon followed that Mr. Kevin was indeed able to attend the cinema. The female friends grieved over such a large number of days before the date; but were comforted the day before their date by hearing that, instead of watching a romantic comedy, they would be attending Bride of Chucky.
The evening altogether passed off pleasantly for the two queer boyz. They returned therefore, in good spirits to Cote-des-Neiges, the condo where Mr. Ollie lived, and of which he was the principal inhabitant.
However little known the feelings or views of such a man may be on his first entering a gay neighbourhood, this truth is so well fixed in the minds of the surrounding friends, that he is considered as the rightful property of some one or other of their queer friends.
Not all that Mr. Ollie, however, with the assistance of his female friends, could ask on the subject was sufficient to draw from the gossips any satisfactory description of Mr. Kevin. They attacked the rumour mill in various ways; with barefaced questions, ingenious suppositions, and distant surmises; but he eluded the skill of them all; and they were at last obliged to accept the second-hand intelligence of their neighbour Lady Helen. Her report was highly favourable. Mrs. Melissa had been delighted with him. He was quite young, wonderfully handsome, extremely agreeable, and, to crown the whole, he meant to be at the next assembly with a large party. Nothing could be more delightful! To be fond of dancing was a certain step towards falling in love; and very lively hopes of Mr. Kevin's heart were entertained.
In a few days Mr. Kevin returned Mr. Ollie's visit, and sat about ten minutes with him in a coffee shop. He had entertained hopes of being admitted to a sight of the young gay man, of whose beauty he had heard much; but he saw only a pale brasilian thang. His lady friends were somewhat more fortunate, for they had the advantage of ascertaining, from a neighbouring table, that he wore a blue coat and rode with black boots.
An invitation to the movies was soon afterwards dispatched; and already had Mr. Ollie planned the courses that were to do credit to his housekeeping, when an answer arrived which deferred it all. Mr. Kevin was obliged to write an essay the following day, and consequently unable to accept the honour of his invitation. Mr. Ollie was quite disconcerted. He could not imagine what business he could have writing an essay so soon after their meeting at the cafe; and he began to fear that he might be always flying about from one place to another, and never settled as he ought to be. Lady Helen quieted his fears a little by stating the idea of his being able to attend a movie during the weekend; and a report soon followed that Mr. Kevin was indeed able to attend the cinema. The female friends grieved over such a large number of days before the date; but were comforted the day before their date by hearing that, instead of watching a romantic comedy, they would be attending Bride of Chucky.
The evening altogether passed off pleasantly for the two queer boyz. They returned therefore, in good spirits to Cote-des-Neiges, the condo where Mr. Ollie lived, and of which he was the principal inhabitant.
Using the Random Search Productively
Oct. 22nd, 2006 08:55 pmCreative writing exercise: find a random post (you can do that through My LJ, for example) and select one sentence from the entry.
Paste that sentence into a word document and write a page of prose/poem that includes it.
I used this girl's post, and chose the sentence And lindsey, next time you want to try to make your friends hate me, make sure that i CARE first.
( The result: my own Sweet Valley High )
Paste that sentence into a word document and write a page of prose/poem that includes it.
I used this girl's post, and chose the sentence And lindsey, next time you want to try to make your friends hate me, make sure that i CARE first.
( The result: my own Sweet Valley High )
