Another

"Sometimes you see these men. You can see ’em and you think ‘That’s it! That’s him!’ You don’t even talk to him. You never see him again and he doesn’t even know you exist, but you think about that man for the rest of your life…"

That’s a quotation for the original UK "Queer as Folk" that I’ve had on my front page for years, and that I’ve just heard again, watching it for nostalgia’s sake, and it’s as true now as it was a decade ago…

So… I will write up these past few weeks (or will have written them) soon, but meanwhile, there’s a beautiful boy I am in lust with and must share…

So, that’s the title – another man, another beauty I must adore. But seriously – he is one of the best I’ve ever seen – exquisite beyond description. However, as a possible-future-budding-novelist I must try to describe: his eyes are the thing. They are bright blue, rings of paleness, of such pretty lividity, they are arresting. In fact, before today (when a grammar class allowed it) I dared not look into them. He is so slim – my ultimate perfection level of slim: no excess flesh anywhere. So perfect! And everything else – his dark brown hair (a little less dark than my own), his hairy treasure trail (which I was lucky enough to notice when he was stretching one day), his extraordinarily pert butt, his occasional stubble, his turned-up nose, his juicy lips… EVERYTHING is what I want.

Anyway, he’s occupying my thoughts at present. It’s a pity nothing real has materialised to take the place of these fantasy men, but I’m hoping something will turn up before I finish my classes in May…