WHAT HAPPENED IN SEPTEMBER I can’t quite remember
I just know that before this month ended, I put on Lady Gaga’s Harlequin record for the first time, set-up some dramatic lighting, and for an hour I have seen myself dancing in my room, in front of an old mirror, with my whole body, mind, heart, and soul. By the end of this one-man show (a striptease actually), I was gasping for air, a bit drenched in my own sweat, but fucking really satisfied because hell yeah, I miss coming back to this side of myself, pleasing my audience which is me and only me.
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I am a crazy scorpio boy yet you wouldn’t know that at first because that is part of the mystery. A lot of people I encounter tell me that I don’t look like one or wouldn’t pass as a scorpio, but have they ever thought that maybe deceiving them was part of the trick? A game I am so good at just to get a good sense of everything? Joke’s on you, mate, ‘cause I am meticulously calculating my every move and while at it, also learning every bits of you. Afterwards, I’ll know, I’ll just fucking know if you deserve to be in my life for longer.
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I’ve also read this somewhere: the secret to living your life is to waste your time doing the things you like. For the month of September, I did like being a baby-sitter, an obedient son, a sporty cousin, a sexy lover, a red-hair cyclist, an ignorant, and even a brat city boy. I can be anyone; I can be all things as long as I really put my mind to it. I can kill you with my eyes, catch feelings and then lie. I can be your deepest fantasies, or maybe forever isolate my ideologies, but I could do it really — waste my time until I die doing the things I like.
*** 35mm Kodak Gold 200 September, 2024
