Wednesday, November 25, 2009

In the dream we were in a bar like City Club, only different. My dream version; been there before; many times; many ages. There was a late night tv show that drew me inside it's walls; Canadian. Bisexual boys. I was one of them. I fell for the 'myth that boys belong inside of girls' - for a few nights anyways. The characters...the beautiful boys kissing one another. A blond boy, 20 something, young and lean, facial hair, made out with dark haired boy that was sometimes myself. I found old clothes, (Gift Boxes with Johnny art) & Siouxsie shirt like my own but more beautiful...tight black clothing, cloves and pot. I wanted the buy the theme song when they threw us out...was strapped for cash though; Michael was there...he was one of the goth boys; we made out and the girls were delighted and jealous in their turn. Song to the Siren played. And 'When Love Comes Calling' over the closing credits. And one boy confessed how he was left behind. The Canadian actors were beautiful, fucking, innocent, laughing, making out for hours - men with men, women with women, men with women - all of them - all of us friends. Just like old times I suppose.

My head is killing me.

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