feeling lonely

I feel alone. I feel so lonely. I feel unwanted, unloved and not-needed. I’m back to feeling as if I’m floating alone out in the open ocean with nary land nor life in sight.

Will somebody answer my call tonight?

I just want a cuddle - someone to wrap his arms around me, just so I am not alone. Just so I can stop thinking. Just so I don’t start to feel like doing stupid things to myself.

Is anyone listening out there?

I wonder how long and how far I can run from myself before it catches up with me… before I catch up with me… will I stumble… will I pick myself up… or will I finally cloak myself in darkness the next time?

Does anyone care?

I feel cold. I want someone to walk up behind me and give me a hug. I want to feel the warmth of another. The heat of someone alive. Just so I know I am not dead.

I’m so tired of being alone
I’m so tired of on-my-own
won’t you help me
just as soon as you can

  

courtship?

His & His towels  His & His toothbrushes

Friday night…

someone: so have u planned anything for the weekend?
me: yup. meeting my dream man tomorrow for a film
someone: ok - that should be nice ;) me: yup. very, very, very happy by the nice turn of events
someone: will u have dinner or just the film
me: the way i look at it, he’ll probably come round to my place around 15H, we’ll have coffee/tea, go for the 17H film, then maybe a quick bite or drinks, back to my place and he’ll stay the night
someone: hope all going swimmingly
me: fingers crossed.

While I was at the supermarket on Friday afternoon shopping for groceries, I bought two dozen condoms! Yes, you read right - two dozen. Twenty four. They came in boxes of a dozen each. I bought two different boxes. Was I being too optimistic?!?

It also made me wonder: considering the (average) rate gay men consume condoms, why don’t they sell condoms in bulk packaging? Say 30 condoms a box? One (average) gay man can easily go through that in say… a week? Maybe even a night?!?

Saturday night…

We met for the film (Bad Education a.k.a. La Mala Educacion) at 17H, went back to my place for dinner (I cooked), and yes, he stayed the night.

Sunday morning…

I think I’ve really put my heart on the firing-line this time. We briefly mentioned his going away next week for a 3-week vacation last night. I said I would miss him. He asked how I could miss him when I hardly know him. I said I knew him enough.

I don’t think we’re necessary approaching this “relationship” from the same attitude/objective/purpose. We may not both be wanting the same thing in the long run… or we’re both moving at different paces… or he’s not “into” me like I’m “into” him… who knows…

In movies, when they depict some historic siege, they usually show us the moment when the gates to the city finally give way and the conquering army comes marching in. They conveniently omit all those tedious angst-ridden months of waiting. For a long time now you have been trying to engineer a triumphant victory. In the process, you have exhausted yourself. Not only have you almost run out of patience, energy and enthusiasm, you have lost faith in your own ability to succeed. You figure that, probably, nothing will ever change. Ah, but it will. Indeed, it will do so later this very week.
- Cainer, for the week ahead

24 became 22.

We’re meeting up again on Wednesday evening, if not before.

  

my gay history

I watched a very good, and positive, documentary about gay history in Australia on SBS yesterday. I was so inspired, I thought I’d briefly note down mine. Here are some common questions that people have ask me:

WHEN DID YOU BECOME GAY?
I never “became” gay. I was never not gay. As far as my memory goes, and it goes all the way back to childhood, I’ve always been interested in men and penises! I’ve always lived my life as a gay person and I’ve never actively hidden my sexuality. Thus, I also never came out of the closet because I was never in it. As a corrollary, I was never straight. I was never sexually interested in girls or women. I have never had sex with a woman and I don’t intend to start now.

DO YOU EVER WONDER WHAT IT WOULD BE LIKE TO BE STRAIGHT?
Hmmm…. not really. I only ever think about it in terms of wondering whether my professional life would have been better/easier/more successful, if I had been straight, i.e. has my being an openly gay person affected the course of my career. But I don’t beat myself up about it. It’s not something you can realistically consider just as you can’t realistically consider life born in a different time/place etc.

DO YOUR PARENTS KNOW?
Yes, my parents know. My cousins know. My aunts and uncles know. My entire family knows. My friends know. All my former employers and work colleagues know. In fact, anyone who bothers to open their eyes and their minds, and are prepared to acknowledge the fact, would realise that I am gay. It’s not that I go announcing the fact to all and sundry, I just don’t believe in hiding it when the discussion hovers around sexuality and relationships.

HOW DID YOUR PARENTS FIND OUT?
One night I brought a “trick” home. The next morning, my mum woke up and found us having breakfast together. They were introduced and that was that. It was never an issue.

I don’t know when my dad first found out. But my former-partner attended my paternal grandfather’s funeral while I was out of the country and that wasn’t an issue.

The point really is that I’m not bothered about what others think about my being gay, not even my parents. If others have an issue with it, the problem resides in them, not in me. I’m not interested in this problem of theirs and they should resolve it themselves. So, no, I’m not worried about other people discovering my sexual orientation.

DID YOU FIND IT DIFFICULT GROWING UP AS A GAY PERSON?
No, not at all. I don’t recall ever being seriously picked on because of my sexual preference. Mind you, I wasn’t really a full blown “sexual being” until my late teens and by then, I had developed sufficient intellectual, emotional and personal confidence to be who I thought I was and live the life I wanted to live.

WHAT’S IT LIKE TO BE GAY IN MALAYSIA?
It’s actually relatively easy to be gay, at least in Kuala Lumpur, especially if you are (at least) middle-class and have a good income. There are clubs, there are restaurants, there’s shopping, and there’s a (limited) cultural scene. As an educated, middle-class gay person, you’re likely to move around similar social circles that are either gay or gay-friendly. As long as you pay no attention to the local political scene, and most importantly not meddle in it, you can probably have as good a lifestyle as you would, on the average, in most other modern liberal societies. While yes, sodomy and all sexual acts considered to be “against nature” are criminal offences in Malaysia, as far as I know, they are only enforceable if the sexual acts can be observed and I suppose the question is how many of us would actually invite uninterested observers into our bedrooms? err.. ermm.. wait. don’t bother answering that.

So, in general, if you keep your nose out of trouble, trouble will keep out of your sexual life. And with money, you can easily travel elsewhere (Singapore, Australia, Bangkok, Hong Kong, London) when you need a change of pace and scenery.

MARRIAGE, CIVIL UNION OR DE FACTO?
In this case, I believe in the principle of equality, not equivalence, so marriage it is, as long as the same benefit is being conferred on heterosexual partners.

FIRSTS…
* The first big crush I had was on a class-mate in secondary school. I thought he was the hottest boy in the whole form. He had glasses and loved to twirl pens/pencils on his thumb. His “codename” was “roller coaster” because of the initials of his name. I once baked a box of chocolate chip cookies for him on his birthday!

* I had my first sexual encounter when I was 15 (let’s leave the whole legal argument out of this!). There was no penetration and nothing really serious. It was with two white Australian guys - so, yes, my first sexual encounter was also my first, and so far only, menage-a-trois. I love a big entrance!

* I had my first full blown sex when I was 19 when I was working (on industrial training) in Lausanne, Switzerland. It wasn’t memorable.

* The first sexual encounter that meant anything to me was when I was 20. I was working (on industrial training) in Luzern, Switzerland and I had this big “thing” for this really cute Swiss German guy in his mid-20s. We were sort of going out for a few weeks and then I didn’t hear from him again. I was so heart-broken, I quit my job and flew back to Malaysia! Yes, I am a drama-queen!

YOU?
What about you? Share your “gay history” with me? Add a comment below or blog about it and let me know.

  

aiyo!

me: aiyoo!! i give up lah. i honestly don’t understand men at all. maybe I should just turn straight and date women - i understand them so much better. only there’s just the teeny tiny matter of sex
a friend: you can’t just turn straight jikon, can you?
me: err… hmm… seriously? no. don’t think so. i like my penises too much
a friend: :))
me: but aiyo! really lah. i give up. this man is driving me nuts. apparently he had tried to call me last night or sometime yesterday but i was not at home - must have been in my office and the idiot, obviously didn’t think of calling me on my mobile. men are not always smart, are they?
a friend: hehe
me: anyway. this morning i sent him a text to invite him out for drinks seeing as how it’s his birthday tomorrow. and he called me back at lunchtime and we had a very very nice chat
a friend: and?
me: and nothing. he’s apparently very busy at the moment - long hours, long days - and he’s got assessments going on. he can’t see me tonight because he has an exam to prepare for tomorrow but the hours will ease up next week and perhaps we could meet then
a friend: hmmm
me: but aiyo….! i so feel like killng someone lah! really!

me: he’s a beautiful disaster
a friend: uhuh
me: he is. i can’t get him out of my head
a friend: you’re playing with fire knowing it’ll burn. i think we’re both suckers for torture
me: lol. true. i know i am. i thrive on the melodrama even though i hate the pain

  

songs in my head

Thanks to my “damn” best friend back in Malaysia, this song has been stuck in my head, and playing on my iTunes repeatedly (the ‘live’ version), for the past three days:


I’m waiting for some kind of miracle
Waited so long…so long
He’s soft to the touch
But frayed at the end he breaks
He’s never enough
And still he’s more than I can take
Oh cuz I don’t know
I don’t know what he’s after
But he’s so beautiful
Such a beautiful disaster
And if I could hold on
Through the tears and the laughter
Would it be beautiful?
Or just a beautiful disaster

- Kelly Clarkson, “Beautiful Disaster”

And I’ve also been hearing this one too:

And I know the night is fading,
And I know that time’s gonna fly;
And I’m never gonna tell you everything
I’ve got to tell you,
But I know I’ve got to give it a try.

But I don’t know how to leave you,
And I’ll never let you fall;
And I don’t know how you do it,
Making love out of nothing at all

- Air Supply, “Making Love Out of Nothing At All”