On this blog you will find the rambling thoughts and images a boy like me finds on the web. It is responses to my dilemma and experience. It's not rude or crude or stereotypical. Just me, just trying to be free, just learning to be myself...
I set my heart in wheaten field, my resolve drew me on.
I fancied dreams of flight reborn, as I walked along.
I could not dream of our embrace without your warming touch.
I have to say how much I miss, I love you oh so much.
When you're away my thoughts do fly, I dream my golden boy.
Of happiness and warming smiles, my life so full of joy.
When we walk on, hand in hand the world does stop and stare.
They think these boys, gone wild, are mad, I hope they lose that fear.
For what scares them is love unbound and daring to be free.
They see our love, they see us two, they see that we are free.
Two boys in love, two boys in hand, two boys together as one.
Their looks of shame and wanton blame will never make undone.
For what do we care of them, their sad and lonely lives.
When all we see is rainbows, through our own loving eyes.
So come back soon and be with me and share my bed again.
And we will be, forever free, our love will bear no shame.
This week my other half is in Paris. Leading a life so different to my own reality that when he comes back to me it feels as if a dream. But he comes back to me, always to me. And I will always be here for him or go with him. For eternity. This blog is for him, to him, about me and him. I love you babe. Beijos