You think the L word is bad? Obviously you are not familiar with my gay world. I should sell my script and make my hundreds (because honestly, who needs another gay chick flick when guys can purchase ones without story lines for $9.90 at the local XXX shop) Everyone’s been around – it’s as if its a requirement to be gay, you have to be promiscious. Empty meaningless sexual flings. No exaggeration. All the hunger. So sad. I feel as though it is my duty to fly a helicopter over them and drop kitty boxes for some much needed ‘UNICEF fucking’ – as M.Cho once put it.
And now looking back, I feel so incredibly fortunate to be where I am now and to have what few can boast of. I catch myself looking at her sometimes, with upmost adulation. How I chuckle to myself when she throws her hair back and lets out an accidental snort at the end of a laugh. Then there is the way her mouth hangs open when she’s listening to something amusing. When she steals glances of me when speaking to someone to give me a quick reassuring smile and a sly wink – moments that pulsates.
I look back at Alia days. All those drunken nights. I miss them. But I’m in such a better place now. I don’t need alcohol. Its what they call a natural high. So this is a toast to those drunken nights, pass loves & hates and meaningless flings that brought me inches closer to her.
*a toast to debauched escapades*