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Often I see Hot Bear Guys
And wonder if they could possibly be gay
… Often one feels it, I know: our gaydar… I have it and it’s
pretty sure-fire
But I sometimes get waves of emotion from people just coz they like my
look
Not coz they wanna fuck
And the signals only get sent if a guy sends them: most don’t think
I’m gay…
But really, apart from all that
I try to tell by looking at their shoes
Can a guy wearing Terrible White Shoes possibly be gay?
I know tons of fags with no taste who eat mcdonald’s and dress from
wal-mart
I saw a fat guy wearing a carhart jacket today…
And he was wearing loafers
Probably gay..,
But who’s to say?
Great World
What do you think?
Do Shoes show a man’s inclination to male-to-male sex?
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When telling my story to a client today at Blue Lotus
He saw lavendar infuse my aura and heard a secret I did not say with
words
And told me it would be true
Long time more for dancing
Before falling down into ashes
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(Sitting in the E.A.T. after looking at paintings by Bonnard and the
K.G. Brüke kids)
Everything conspires to inspire
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He said:
" I like new York better here
Than new York in my apartment"
But that was over an hour ago
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When I bare my soul and explain all my struggles
All I get are accolades
Often along the lines of
" well at least you know it… That’s pretty amazing "
Yet I still feel I’m tredging…
I was saying
No matter how far I progress
I always feel i’ve yet to deal
With square one
And if I can learn to accept loving
Then I’ll know how to love
And when I am loving
I can finally start living
And when my life has begun
I can work on all the projects I’ve dreamed of
Then I’ll have My Life
I’m so tired of waiting
A boy with a one-hitter in his lips
Pulled it away in retort
A restaurant, empty, with accolades on its door
Two people kissing
A boy whiping a tear from his eye
Holding a flower
His back against the wall
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And this is the Bell i was wearing tonight.
to see more of his beautiful bells
go here:
grbbells.com/
to read his blog, go here:
grbarnett.blogspot.com/
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I saw the sunset here every day for a month two summers ago
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Carried by the tide
Head firmly above water
(so it seems)
Crashing into rocks
Break-Water
Mired in seaweeds
Waiting for the sun
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