After midnight

He dared not, but he did

propose the bicurious encounter

approach the other man’s body

crouched down, below his waist

grabbed hold of the other’s

pulsating flesh

and opened wide

A Duffboy marries a Duffgirl, part 2

I forgot to tell you: ours was a low budget (well, sort of… thank god no one handed me a bill for dinner) civil wedding gettogether. Therefore, very few friends were present. Weeks before, however, we got many tokens of appreciation from many dear dudes and dudettes. If any of you should stumble upon this humble blog, you are an awesome person and both me and the mrs. are so very appreciative of you sharing time, money and efforts to celebrate us making our life partnership a reality. Thankies all the way!

I sometimes fail at it

Yes… me, the art-driven type, I get my mojo stalled (my job mojo, that is), once the 3 or 4 month mark arrives. What gives? Multi-talented, yet… not sure what can pay the bills he wants?

Photo I took of a store front, a few months back

It won’t matter

1. Certain family members not being completely there for us, that night.
2. The cold nature of some of the guests who attended (not as guests of you and me, but just to humour someone else’s need of validation).
3. The ceremony starting an hour later than scheduled.
4. My need for a smoke.
5. Your need for tequila.

All that matters is that we went through with it, and made it happen. I wanted to cry, but I didn’t (like Chandler from Friends). I’m sure you felt the same way.

Photo by Domingo Lemus

There’s something romantic about our shoes

We just finished talking on the phone. Couldn’t help but share, like I did on RedBubble, that pic of our beat up sneakers, drying themselves from one of our walks to the lake. Duff Honeymoon, as promised

A Duffboy marries a Duffgirl, part 1

It feels like forever since my last entry. What can I say? After some serious praying and talking, we were able to brush off the drama that came with a small civil ceremony (and passive-agressiveness from the usual suspects). Next day, the Married Ones, we drove about 90 miles to a small cottage near a town called Santa Catarina Palopó, overlooking Lake Atitlán. During 6 days we lived inside our own little bubble: enjoying the scenery (and feeling sad about the pollution that's affecting the lake), the love-making, the gaming, the cooking, our sporadic walks to the lake (where I managed to swim for the first time in a natural body of water conversation with an incredibly nice and intelligent guy called Sidney (who rented the cottage to us), the falling asleep together in a room with a view, sharing our hopes and fears... ok, this calls for another post. It's getting way too long. Expect Honey Moon Duff, all this week.

What goes through the mind of a rapist?

 

I’ve been thinking a lot about the mental process of sex-offenders, particularly rapists. It gets tiresome, to hear about someone who knows somebody who was raped (we rarely have acquaintances that would be the actual offenders, it seems their friends keep to themselves)… I say so with both frustration and resignation (Guatemala is a country in which salleged ex offenders either get a slap on the wrist, or are stoned or burned alive). When thinking of the proper image or video to accompany this post, I couldn’t help but think of Irreversible, that disturbing Gaspar Noé film. A random google image search resulted in this very powerful and explicit poster:

I also thought of, but couldn’t embed, that also powerful scene from Pulp Fiction. Males standing up from other pain-inflicting males… it’s what (in part) I want to write about. Like the title to this entry states, it’s not welcoming territory to tread, but a necessary for me.

Our love resembles the uncertainty

of a sleeping cat, always magical,

somehow aware

and giving.

A random weird search referral

“gay monogamy uk london geek”. Yes, that’s how you, web user, found my little blog. Hope you found some of that very specific mix of information.

We’ll tie the knot, or another more poetic marital metaphor

I’m sorry for not keeping you updated with some really big recent Duffboy News: I’m getting married in just about a month from now! We won’t do the big event thing, no religious ceremony, and almost no friends at the civil ceremony. Times are tough, financial wise, so we just decided to skip our rockin wedding idea (we’ll maybe save some of those elements for the photo shoot, weeks later), and keep it simple. Am I stressed? A little bit. Does the warm feeling of finally becoming husband & wife outweight the prewedding jitters? You bet your ass it does! Romi should be proud