On my honour, not a word shall be spoke to Scarface.
Not eager to invoke his ire, for one thing, nor to call it on your self, and not certain his Puppy wouldn’t commit a homicide on his behalf. Nor would I say Darius is near my liking attraction-wise, no fault on him. Prickly shithead, that one. Less the devil than he plays at, though you need no telling on that count.
Glad you had him to speak with. Twenty odd years or however long you knew yourself’s a long time for keeping silent. A long time for knowing hostility all the world around you, eyes everywhere preachin of deviancy, aye, and unwholesomeness, all manner of words for dressing up what’s always vitriol, fucking dehumanization.
[ … ]
I’ve always known the man I am, or I knew soon as I found myself framed otherwise. Felt the wrongness of it like I’d break apart, did break apart each day. Like fuck was I adhering to what only ever broke me.
Hence my landing in Yorkshire. Ain’t where that first shell of a family was based, but it’s where I’m rooted, found the way to my own self even if it ain’t the likeliest place for it.
A fact is it matters, you calling calling that part of me beautiful, what’s integral to this existence of mine. Being a man, that is. You’re going no further toward proving yourself a brute speaking words like that.
Holds meaning as well that it ain’t your only focus. It’s key to myself that I’m the man I am, but it’s never the whole picture, yeah?
Here’s a truth. A man like you would amplify each element of living. Would bring color to a world.
Noting I say ‘a man like you’ when the truth’s there’s only you, and no one like.
And another truth, I’ve lived this long holding a dreaming hope, I figure I can get along a while on belief fully grown, hope given reason and grounds to flourish on.
Given words, as well. Whatever’s held unspoken, what’s said is itself already a rejuvenation. And there’s much comes through apart from speaking, aye.
Talik, your honesty can never bring offense. As regards insult, eh, I’ll allow some room for it, seeing as insult’s more in the reception than the giving, long as the speaker’s earnest, as I believe you are.
Anyrate, how’m I to call offense when you speak like that?
When you put to language precisely what I’d like myself. The holding and the being side by side, and here as an addition, daydreamer as I am, I’ll be frank and say I’d like to hold your hand. Any time at all including whilst walking, all the skies above us and all the world ahead.
As well I thank you very much for acknowledging that ass of mine. c; Takes work, it does.
Worked for a lot, sure. Worked for [ … ] my components, and for record’s sake and knowing, I’ll say what I have now’s not what I began with.
Worked for my voice just as well. Been a while living with it now, and still it warms the heart to hear it noted.
A point connected ish, I’ve no defense about my taste in music, nor’d I think to give one. Lost shame in it long since, and any rate that’s what they call the tip of the iceberg. Well, and give us some credit, for I can say with truth I’ve never sung to ‘I Touch Myself.’ Which I’ll take a leap and say you’ve seen in performance yourself.
Your speaking, though. There’s so much you speak to perfection. Words like healing to my heart, and a fact is you listen closer, clearer than most. See what a man is, aye, and hear the pieces of him asking notice.
Isn’t hard to believe you’re attentive. Attentive in all manner of circumstance, aye, and I try to be so, my own self. With listening. With [ … ] what’s sensual.
[ … ] Been a while then since youI know it’s not a need or wish for every body, making love regularly or making love at all, but the sounds of it say a how long’s it been dry spell ain’t to your asking
Doesn’t cease to amaze me, Vitaly, the ways people’re ignorant to their own bodies. Not saying I know my all myself, though circumstances being what they’ve been, I’d say I’ve no meagre familiarity. But what I mean’s I look after preferences toward pleasure, known and otherwise. And I take it as necessity and pleasure both, finding a lover’s wants just as well as my own.
That attentiveness or the attempting toward goes for matters unrelated to eh [ … ] the fire and flares of passion. I want to know what’s true, what matters and what counts for anyone I’m keeping with beyond a night (and even there, one night stands or whatsoever it’s called, most often I can’t help myself asking questions). Curious myself, like yr Dodo. Bit less prone to shoving my face in sand, though.
Point being, I’d like to be attentive with you in every way I can, every way existing. I’d like to know you through and through, Talik, and that’s the fondest truth I know.
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Not eager to invoke his ire, for one thing, nor to call it on your self, and not certain his Puppy wouldn’t commit a homicide on his behalf. Nor would I say Darius is near my liking attraction-wise, no fault on him. Prickly shithead, that one. Less the devil than he plays at, though you need no telling on that count.
Glad you had him to speak with. Twenty odd years or however long you knew yourself’s a long time for keeping silent. A long time for knowing hostility all the world around you, eyes everywhere preachin of deviancy, aye, and unwholesomeness, all manner of words for dressing up what’s always vitriol, fucking dehumanization.
[ … ]
I’ve always known the man I am, or I knew soon as I found myself framed otherwise. Felt the wrongness of it like I’d break apart, did break apart each day. Like fuck was I adhering to what only ever broke me.
Hence my landing in Yorkshire. Ain’t where that first shell of a family was based, but it’s where I’m rooted, found the way to my own self even if it ain’t the likeliest place for it.
A fact is it matters, you calling calling that part of me beautiful, what’s integral to this existence of mine. Being a man, that is. You’re going no further toward proving yourself a brute speaking words like that.
Holds meaning as well that it ain’t your only focus. It’s key to myself that I’m the man I am, but it’s never the whole picture, yeah?
Here’s a truth. A man like you would amplify each element of living. Would bring color to a world.
Noting I say ‘a man like you’ when the truth’s there’s only you, and no one like.
And another truth, I’ve lived this long holding a dreaming hope, I figure I can get along a while on belief fully grown, hope given reason and grounds to flourish on.
Given words, as well. Whatever’s held unspoken, what’s said is itself already a rejuvenation. And there’s much comes through apart from speaking, aye.
Talik, your honesty can never bring offense. As regards insult, eh, I’ll allow some room for it, seeing as insult’s more in the reception than the giving, long as the speaker’s earnest, as I believe you are.
Anyrate, how’m I to call offense when you speak like that?
When you put to language precisely what I’d like myself. The holding and the being side by side, and here as an addition, daydreamer as I am, I’ll be frank and say I’d like to hold your hand. Any time at all including whilst walking, all the skies above us and all the world ahead.
As well I thank you very much for acknowledging that ass of mine. c; Takes work, it does.
Worked for a lot, sure. Worked for [ … ] my components, and for record’s sake and knowing, I’ll say what I have now’s not what I began with.
Worked for my voice just as well. Been a while living with it now, and still it warms the heart to hear it noted.
A point connected ish, I’ve no defense about my taste in music, nor’d I think to give one. Lost shame in it long since, and any rate that’s what they call the tip of the iceberg. Well, and give us some credit, for I can say with truth I’ve never sung to ‘I Touch Myself.’ Which I’ll take a leap and say you’ve seen in performance yourself.
Your speaking, though. There’s so much you speak to perfection. Words like healing to my heart, and a fact is you listen closer, clearer than most. See what a man is, aye, and hear the pieces of him asking notice.
Isn’t hard to believe you’re attentive. Attentive in all manner of circumstance, aye, and I try to be so, my own self. With listening. With [ … ] what’s sensual.
[ … ] Been a while then since youI know it’s not a need or wish for every body, making love regularly or making love at all, but the sounds of it say a how long’s it been dry spell ain’t to your askingDoesn’t cease to amaze me, Vitaly, the ways people’re ignorant to their own bodies. Not saying I know my all myself, though circumstances being what they’ve been, I’d say I’ve no meagre familiarity. But what I mean’s I look after preferences toward pleasure, known and otherwise. And I take it as necessity and pleasure both, finding a lover’s wants just as well as my own.
That attentiveness or the attempting toward goes for matters unrelated to eh [ … ] the fire and flares of passion. I want to know what’s true, what matters and what counts for anyone I’m keeping with beyond a night (and even there, one night stands or whatsoever it’s called, most often I can’t help myself asking questions). Curious myself, like yr Dodo. Bit less prone to shoving my face in sand, though.
Point being, I’d like to be attentive with you in every way I can, every way existing. I’d like to know you through and through, Talik, and that’s the fondest truth I know.