Thursday, July 31, 2008

Everything would soften




You can paint the bathroom at the Nob Hill Theatre, but unfortunately you can't cover up the scorn. I mean, sure, I can smile at everyone, why not smile, right, smile! Everyone else only knows disdain, except for the cute guy who looks familiar or wait I think he just looks familiar from the Nob Hill Theatre. I rub his back, and at least he smiles. Then leaves.

But the good news is that I realize what would make it so much better, what would make it so much better is if we could all just hug one another, right -- that would be at least seven or eight hugs instead of just seven or eight laps around sadness mixed with anger covered by disgust and texting, yes of course texting there's almost nothing worse than a faggot looking at you like you're dirt because you're doing the same thing he's doing. Except a faggot looking at you like dirt because you're doing the same thing he's doing, and then he's texting.

So in a different world we'd hug each other to say hello, just hello, because this is a sex space, right, we’re here to express ourselves in the physical realm of affection. And in that same world everyone would respect this simple gesture of connection and everything would soften.

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