Your feminine wiles and supple curves attract my most "sensitive" sensibilities. Had you been a greater force in my life four years ago, I would have perhaps found in you a type of complicated answer to a lifelong prayer. Today, you simply reaffirm that my highly cultivated sense of aesthetics is part of a fabulously snarky, happily limp-wristed birthright. I suppose thanks are in order.
My best friend has a blog, The Wanderings and Delusions of a Gay Mormon Boy, in which he "details [his] experiences as a Gay Mormon Boy one year after the actual events in a literary experiment. [He] examine[s his] journey out of the closet, [his] spiritual conflict, and [his] dating life." Changing the names of "everyone involved...for the sake of privacy", my friend became "GMB" and I became "Cole." This blog is an offering of my own Wanderings and Delusions.
Saturday, October 29, 2011
Have You Got the Curves?
Dear French Art Song,
Your feminine wiles and supple curves attract my most "sensitive" sensibilities. Had you been a greater force in my life four years ago, I would have perhaps found in you a type of complicated answer to a lifelong prayer. Today, you simply reaffirm that my highly cultivated sense of aesthetics is part of a fabulously snarky, happily limp-wristed birthright. I suppose thanks are in order.
A Pianist in Awe
Your feminine wiles and supple curves attract my most "sensitive" sensibilities. Had you been a greater force in my life four years ago, I would have perhaps found in you a type of complicated answer to a lifelong prayer. Today, you simply reaffirm that my highly cultivated sense of aesthetics is part of a fabulously snarky, happily limp-wristed birthright. I suppose thanks are in order.
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