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dotinthesky) wrote2009-02-18 09:15 pm
dotinthesky) wrote2009-02-18 09:15 pm
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One Day Goodbye Will Be Farewell
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sushidog gave me these:
Boys
BOYS! Summa-summa-time love, summa-summa-time love. Boys, boys, boys. What can I say, I started liking boys as soon as puberty hit. Unfortunately, I was part of a large group of boys that only liked girls. Then I fell in love with a singer who seemed to like boys but chose instead to be celibate for the rest of his life - it seemed at the time like a good idea. Then someone took me to a gay club in Montreal and my mouth hit the floor at the quantity of gorgeous men filling up the rooms. I never looked back. And now I have a boy of my own. We wander the streets of London and when a cute boy goes by we sigh: *boys*.
Incidentally, if you ever need to move your office, look no further than Ward Thomas Removals. Not only are they brilliantly efficient, their team is made up of all those hot Ozzies and Kiwis that come over to England for work experience and find their rugby muscles and friendly smiles appreciated and needed. Diamonds are a girl's best friend; boys are a boy's.
Being a long way from home
Is tough. When I returned from Brasil in January, I tried to convince Kevin that we should live at the farm with my mom and brothers. Kevin didn't like the idea but, with each passing day, he's warming up to it. The latest plan is for us to leave Britain for one year - a sort of sabbatical - and stay with my family. He could dedicate himself to his illustration and I could help with the running of the guesthouse and sort out my legal situation in Brasil, which is a mess right now. London is a sort of home, but so is Brasil. And my uncles and aunts are like parents, my cousins like siblings. Years are speeding away and I'm losing all that time I could be spending with them. They ask after Kevin - they know about us. With Kevin there with me, I'd be less afraid of growing bored from their sedate pace of life. I could write a million books from the comfort of our hammock.
Gossip
Every writer is a gossip. Every longterm LJ user is a gossip - we are here because we enjoy sharing stories about ourselves and others. The ones that don't like that sort of thing gave up their journals a long time ago. Asking after someone's well being is gossip. Hanging out with a friend will eventually lead to gossip. We learn from the world through gossip. We can't resist a good story, an enthralling cliffhanger - we seek that from those closest to us, and we take pleasure when we find it unexpectedly. Thousands of years ago, when we were still picking fleas from each others hair after a long day of hunting, we developed language through gossip (I'm sure of it). Something dramatic had to be informed (so-and-so wasn't hunting tigers as they should; they were swimming in the river) and thus gossip was born.
Cooking
I should do more of this. I eat too many ready-made soups and sandwiches. I've developed a bad habit of bringing kebab home on Thursdays (Kevin loves it.) But I'm a great cook - I've got the patience and attention to detail down to a tee. I make the best burek in the world. Doubtful? Come over and try for yourself (especially if you are a *boy*).
The environment
Depresses me. I look at my brother and friends who have children and I worry for all the problems they'll have to deal with - the diminishing natural resources (bound to cause wars), the exploding population, the way people don't give a shit about anything. My tower block's elevator is a testament to our species' impending destruction - all that garbage thrown on the floor each day says a lot about what the people here think of their "environment". When I'm feeling more positive, I remember science and all its recent giant leaps. I place my poker chips on them and hope that the nerd shall overcome.
sushidog gave me these:Boys
BOYS! Summa-summa-time love, summa-summa-time love. Boys, boys, boys. What can I say, I started liking boys as soon as puberty hit. Unfortunately, I was part of a large group of boys that only liked girls. Then I fell in love with a singer who seemed to like boys but chose instead to be celibate for the rest of his life - it seemed at the time like a good idea. Then someone took me to a gay club in Montreal and my mouth hit the floor at the quantity of gorgeous men filling up the rooms. I never looked back. And now I have a boy of my own. We wander the streets of London and when a cute boy goes by we sigh: *boys*.
Incidentally, if you ever need to move your office, look no further than Ward Thomas Removals. Not only are they brilliantly efficient, their team is made up of all those hot Ozzies and Kiwis that come over to England for work experience and find their rugby muscles and friendly smiles appreciated and needed. Diamonds are a girl's best friend; boys are a boy's.
Being a long way from home
Is tough. When I returned from Brasil in January, I tried to convince Kevin that we should live at the farm with my mom and brothers. Kevin didn't like the idea but, with each passing day, he's warming up to it. The latest plan is for us to leave Britain for one year - a sort of sabbatical - and stay with my family. He could dedicate himself to his illustration and I could help with the running of the guesthouse and sort out my legal situation in Brasil, which is a mess right now. London is a sort of home, but so is Brasil. And my uncles and aunts are like parents, my cousins like siblings. Years are speeding away and I'm losing all that time I could be spending with them. They ask after Kevin - they know about us. With Kevin there with me, I'd be less afraid of growing bored from their sedate pace of life. I could write a million books from the comfort of our hammock.
Gossip
Every writer is a gossip. Every longterm LJ user is a gossip - we are here because we enjoy sharing stories about ourselves and others. The ones that don't like that sort of thing gave up their journals a long time ago. Asking after someone's well being is gossip. Hanging out with a friend will eventually lead to gossip. We learn from the world through gossip. We can't resist a good story, an enthralling cliffhanger - we seek that from those closest to us, and we take pleasure when we find it unexpectedly. Thousands of years ago, when we were still picking fleas from each others hair after a long day of hunting, we developed language through gossip (I'm sure of it). Something dramatic had to be informed (so-and-so wasn't hunting tigers as they should; they were swimming in the river) and thus gossip was born.
Cooking
I should do more of this. I eat too many ready-made soups and sandwiches. I've developed a bad habit of bringing kebab home on Thursdays (Kevin loves it.) But I'm a great cook - I've got the patience and attention to detail down to a tee. I make the best burek in the world. Doubtful? Come over and try for yourself (especially if you are a *boy*).
The environment
Depresses me. I look at my brother and friends who have children and I worry for all the problems they'll have to deal with - the diminishing natural resources (bound to cause wars), the exploding population, the way people don't give a shit about anything. My tower block's elevator is a testament to our species' impending destruction - all that garbage thrown on the floor each day says a lot about what the people here think of their "environment". When I'm feeling more positive, I remember science and all its recent giant leaps. I place my poker chips on them and hope that the nerd shall overcome.
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A Favourite Book
Slimelight
Kindergarden
Breakfast
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*i am glad to hear kevin is warming up to brasil. i think it is a great idea, but i do worry about what might happen if he doesn't like it and you don't want to leave...i hope some sort of brasil "safe word" can be sorted out. i remember you mentioning moving to canada, is that going to happen any time soon or is it indefinitely put off?
*burek? urgh, i'll pass. that is the main street food here (pizza and kebab coming in at 2nd and 3rd) and i absolutely DETEST it. can't you master a nice curry or perhaps some chinese dumplings? let me know, and i'll be right over.
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Did someone say burek is the main street food over there?! Why didn't I figured this out earlier? What a bother, I'm going to either have to make Kevin move there with me or take you as a secret lovah. ;-)
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Ok, let's go
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And what's with your legal situation in Brasil?
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Gay cruising in gyms
Darts
Flavoured condoms
Philosophy
Situation in Brasil is that every male needs to enlist with the army when they turn 18. I was living in Hong Kong at the time and so had to go to the embassy there. I dealt with a guy who fucked up my paperwork (I only found this out later) and only last year, when trying to renew my passport, I found out I'd "lost" my citizenship. It's something that's easily fixed, but to do so I need to be a resident again in Brasil, get a lawyer to sort out the paperwork, etc. It's a royal pain in the noggins.
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Gimme gimme, gimme, gimme gimme, gimme!
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Here are your five:
open relationships
florida
poetry
the smiths
ghosts
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Bad Literature
Hotness
The Sea
Aliens
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You and quite a lot of evolutionary psychologists; there's a whole school of thought which says exactly this; that one of the most important drives in the evolution of language was the desire to use communication as social grooming. And that basically means gossip!
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Goths
The good ol' days
Ambition
Video games
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Andy Warhol
Halloween
Cakes
Stars
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Soho
Writing
Brasil
Aphrodisiacs
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Being a long way from home SUCKS. Though don't get me started on "so go back home then" brigades. I suspect we're both aware that going home bring sits own problems and people to miss, and it's simply just not as easy as that. I hope you and Kevin get to go home soon. I'd love to read your books.
Do environmental ethics jar with you when you want to go home? I've felt guilty over long-haul flights before; I can't reconcile them with my greener concerns. I tell myself that its stupid to expect the human race to go backward; we've discovered and indeed expect to be on the other side of the world within 24 hours, how do you take that away from people? We need to find a way to make those flights less environmentally painful... in my own selfish opinion.
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Not with me. I don't own a car and tend to walk anywhere I can, so I feel as if those trips I do to Brasil (once every year or so) are more than enough deserved. I think people who fly once a week are the ones who should be feeling guilty, trying to offset their footprint any way they can.
But if there were ways of reaching Brasil by boat, Kevin and I would jump at the opportunity. Both him and I hate flying!
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The Dev
Home away from London
Favourite song
Friends
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Gay porn
Cable TV
Parents' music
Drugs
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Insomnia
Heights
Reincarnation
Victoria Park
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Gay saunas
Chinese whispers
Scorpio
Fights
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Jane Austen
Victorian cemeteries
Spiders
Science Fiction
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I actually disagree to a certain extent about the environment stuff - I think kids today are being brought up WAY more aware than we were - they have citizenship where they get encouraged to vote, get involved with their MPs and the world around them from the age of 6/7. Environmental issues are being built into nearly every subject being taught. Plus, they'll be the ones who have to deal with the consequences of years of pollution.
I think the children of today will grow up to be a generation who look back at us through their green eyes with disgust at our hedonism and thoughtless consumerism.
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I find myself flunctuating between pessimism and hope. I know there's so much more available now in terms of green awareness, but we are also a much more selfish and self-absorbed society - witness the amount of kids who have no qualms littering, chucking their old batteries in any bin, etc. But I am generally someone who is positive and I hold to the hope that the pros will outweigh the cons and we'll find ourselves soon in a new age of enlightenment.
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Anyway. I could probably handle talking about 5 things as well ;P
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High school
America
Fairies
Cup cakes
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You fell in love with Cliff Richard??? :-)
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be kind.
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Drawing
Photography
Family
Spaghetti