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Our love resembles the uncertainty
of a sleeping cat, always magical,
somehow aware
and giving.

“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.

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 [...]

He was a harcore drug user. That’s what he’s stated to me in different occassions. Additional strange behavior from Parking Lot Dude include:

Asking me to feel the remains of past accidents in his skull and arms
Actually taking my hand to feel the remains of past accidents in his skull and arms
Trying to borrow money from [...]

I’m getting prepared for my third public reading/presentation in 2 weeks. I can’t say that I’m looking forward to it. Tonight, I’d much rather stay indoors and avert melancholic themes, at least in writing.

It’s easy to feel as
survivors from the bail-out no shows
to withstand our economic downfalls,
through romantic/shut-in mode.
You and me, making low budget weekend love.

He arrived safe at home, “but a close call like that can’t be ignored”, he thought. He pet his cats, called her, and fell asleep as always on the living room couch.
(a poem based upon a personal experience, a few scary weeks with late night narcolepsy behind the wheel)

A few weeks ago, Duffgirl and I had a great veggie lunch/tweetup with, for the most part, people we didn’t know in person (though the Twitter communication, does feel “real”). Among them, Kosher Girl (a fellow guatemalan who visited the country, from the US, and shared our love for veggie cuisine; and Jeanfer. You might [...]

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Watching a sun rise from time to time. We take it for granted, and it can be just a real pleasure.
Under a controlled environment, and without any driving afterwards, gathering your friends for a fantastic bender.
Calling your mom every now and then (that sorta reminds me, it’s been over a month now). 

I am not the type of man to withstand tears, at least others aside from my own. I long now for the time when she’ll be able to let go, and look me in the eye again, without pain. Soon, please. Make it soon.