The FORTRESS of SOLITUDE

So M, following his surprise visit, has now returned to the untouchable and intangible nether regions outside of TO that are all a mystery to me.

The past 36 hours were fantastic, memorable, dangerous, sexy and just...special.

We have both become the people we hate. The social commentary on the gay community that brought us together in mutual disdain has cruelly morphed us into the things we hate the most...

...like Luke Skywalker cutting off Darth Vader's hand. He became what he was fighting against.

In any event, part of me doesn't care...especially since it is highly probable that once the 'honeymoon phase' of this relationship is over, we'll be back to our resentful, spiteful selves.

I do, however, feel like a dog going after a juicy piece of meat on a tether.

It swings around, I grab hold of it - I enjoy it, I savour it, I want it.

And then it swings away again. :(

It always seems to come back, though...

*sigh*

...nice.

S.

P.S. On a slightly related note, I thought I would comment on those scenes in films where people jump through, or smash, a pane of glass...and come away completelyunscathed, not a scratch on them.

This is a lie.

I was a foot away from a picture that feel about 5 feet to the floor and shattered and me entire left leg was riddled (okay, may 7 or 8) with cuts.

Just thought I'd mention it.

Also, there is one scene on film which vividly and accurately depicts this - in Terminator 2: Judgement Day, during the break into the Cyberdyne Systems lab, Linda Hamilton's character flies through a pane of glass. And the bitch is CUT. THE. FUCK. UP.

This is the truth.