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Sweetest Day Memoir
Posted 10-18-2008 at 11:26 PM by Eiko212
So Sweetest Day has come and gone. For those who don't know, Sweetest Day is a Midwest thing where it's like Valentine's Day for the men. I honestly can't stand those godforsaken holidays and would rather go through Chinese water torture than deal with one, but I digress.
My heartthrob gay pet was my sweetheart. It felt odd, having him as a sweetheart. Why, I don't know, but it did. I care for him dearly, but quite frankly, it wouldn't feel the same as if I had a straight man as my BF......
So many relationships around me have crumbled. Breakup to make up to break up again. I guess love wasn't in the air this time around.....
I have often said that I have wanted to take Cupid, rip off his wings and shoot him execution style with one of his arrows.....I think he deserves it though, one too many fucked up shots on his part. Either take off the fucking blindfold or give the crossbow to a fuckin marine sniper who can actually use the thing right... Just sayin....
Went to a movie night with friends (I.E. more gay pets) and had a fantastic time. Being single isn't as bad as I sometimes make it to be, but a girl has needs ya know, some needs that a gay pet just can't satisfy...
I met another guy the other day....well, can't say met because I'd seen him around like every other day. It just took me forever to get his name...Who knows. I'm not gonna dwell on it. Rather not break my eggs...
Today I am reminded of Shakespeare's Sonnet 147:
SONNET CXLVII
My love is as a fever, longing still
For that which longer nurseth the disease,
Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,
The uncertain sickly appetite to please.
My reason, the physician to my love,
Angry that his prescriptions are not kept,
Hath left me, and I desperate now approve
Desire is death, which physic did except.
Past cure I am, now reason is past care,
And frantic-mad with evermore unrest;
My thoughts and my discourse as madmen's are,
At random from the truth vainly express'd;
For I have sworn thee fair and thought thee bright,
Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.
Love is an insanity that no one is willing to be cured of.....and it needs to be that way.
My heartthrob gay pet was my sweetheart. It felt odd, having him as a sweetheart. Why, I don't know, but it did. I care for him dearly, but quite frankly, it wouldn't feel the same as if I had a straight man as my BF......
So many relationships around me have crumbled. Breakup to make up to break up again. I guess love wasn't in the air this time around.....
I have often said that I have wanted to take Cupid, rip off his wings and shoot him execution style with one of his arrows.....I think he deserves it though, one too many fucked up shots on his part. Either take off the fucking blindfold or give the crossbow to a fuckin marine sniper who can actually use the thing right... Just sayin....
Went to a movie night with friends (I.E. more gay pets) and had a fantastic time. Being single isn't as bad as I sometimes make it to be, but a girl has needs ya know, some needs that a gay pet just can't satisfy...
I met another guy the other day....well, can't say met because I'd seen him around like every other day. It just took me forever to get his name...Who knows. I'm not gonna dwell on it. Rather not break my eggs...
Today I am reminded of Shakespeare's Sonnet 147:
SONNET CXLVII
My love is as a fever, longing still
For that which longer nurseth the disease,
Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,
The uncertain sickly appetite to please.
My reason, the physician to my love,
Angry that his prescriptions are not kept,
Hath left me, and I desperate now approve
Desire is death, which physic did except.
Past cure I am, now reason is past care,
And frantic-mad with evermore unrest;
My thoughts and my discourse as madmen's are,
At random from the truth vainly express'd;
For I have sworn thee fair and thought thee bright,
Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.
Love is an insanity that no one is willing to be cured of.....and it needs to be that way.
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