Under The Flattering Disco Lights
The lights flickered and balls of light skimmed the room as we danced, shifting the weight of our bodies side to side, to the sound of diva melancholia. The beats pounded in our ears and the chemicals kicked in like clockwork as they did every Friday night. It was routine for us boyz to lose ourselves to the sound of ecstatic trumpets and gospel wails from rejoicing divas. Hearts were absolutely broken and torn with the hesitant awkward affection of topless torsos. There WAS crying at the discotheque.
We were neither here nor there - or anywhere really - but we knew by the time we got back to a bedroom our bodies were ready to be rid of a working week’s frustration. I looked at you and you gave me a heightened smiled. Then the song peaked and I found myself miming the wrong words to the wrong part of the anthems I thought i knew the words to. It was embarrassing, almost shameful but we persevered and we didn’t look at each other too closely even under the flattering disco lights, because both you and i knew its never pretty. Its ugliness, toxins and sweat but it worked for us.
Perhaps it wasn’t as ugly as when we went to the bar to discuss Madonna with passion. You and i debated which years she “had it” and which years “She’d HAD IT”. To be honest i never cared for her, but i patiently watched you chew your face off enthusiastically, as you declared your love for what you claim is the underrated brilliance of Madonna’s American Life era. I said i agreed but really i was beginning to worry about what it might be like to be in room with you in the morning.
Then i brought up the topic of Kylie Minogue for conversations sake and i regretted it immensely. I was so sorry for making such a predictable move. It was far too sad. I then prepared for your next monologue. The words you produced during your Kylie Minogue diatribe were pure poetry. You proclaimed your statements in such theatrical fashion, that i was forced to tune into your almost political analogies on the Madonna versus Minogue situation. I was left speechless. I actually had no words so i gestured gapped-mouthed to the dance floor as a defence tactic, because i didn’t know how else i could move the situation along.
The song thumping on the lit up dance floor sang “Whatchu looking for baby?” and i was left to ponder the very question. I almost looked up to the sky and cried out for my mother. I was actually that high…
The Concept Of Love And Romance
I have recently opened my heart again to the concept of love and romance in my life. It has left me beaming and vulnerable and i am happy about this. I waited for two years to be able to connect to someone. Now i am feeling the tinge of that familiar feeling of wanting to hang out with that one person more than regular friends do. I am looking forward to getting to know this man and confronting fears and unraveling slowly to show someone what my heart is capable of.
The last full moon taught me lessons and prepared me to get to know someone again. I can’t say I’m not scared because i am but i am ready once again.
1. Will I go back to University and become a secondary school teacher?
2. Will I fly off to China to teach for a year?
3. Will I get back to some full-time work, get back into the city and closer to my friends and the life i’m used to living?
I dunno, my heart wants to travel all my life but at 34 i also need stability and a job that can make me money to travel all i want later on down the track. Decisions, decision…"
— Me at my desk on the 17/02/2012
It’s Like Thunder, Lightning…
I am sitting in the dark, in the kitchen. There is rain and thunder and lightning and i have a knot in my stomach. I do not like that i fear it as much as i do but i feel so helpless and small and target-like.
It’s absurd isn’t it?
I am 33 year old man scared of thunder and lightning.
I have moved to the floor of my bedroom because there were flashes of light outside in the yard. I wish i was asleep or it was just raining. I love rain. Electric currents running through the sky? Not so much.
I watched Melancholia by Lars von Trier and was blown away by his depictions of the end of the world and the varying reactions that the characters had. If the day comes… I hope there is no thunder or lightning and i can just be blown to smithereens while i eat good food with my loved ones.
Meanwhile i will continue to write and distract myself from the earths murmurs.
Back To Rolling The Dices
I have been a little quiet on the Tumblr front. I was travelling through China and was generally having a ball. I have fallen behind on my Tumblr duties which i knew would happen but like some habits it can be hard to pick up once again. I have been faithful to my naughty tumblr as its easy to maintain and is a world of images but maintaining my writing duties for The End of Romance has been harder. Sometimes we just get in a rut…
1. China is massive, amazing, complex, inspiring.
2. Love has been on my mind
3. I have watched some great movies i hope to talk about.
4. I finished studies and now not sure what is next.
5. I need to get life into some sort of routine once again. I love routine interspersed with travel.
6. Not sure where i will go next on my travels but maybe check out the coolness of Wellington, New Zealand followed by a year of Chile and then a move to Toronto.
7. Who fucking knows?