Tout à propos, the chemistry between these two--love, if you will--is so patent, so luminous, it'd take a zen aphorist like Saikaku to convey the beauty of it. But it's there, plain as day: gay-friendly straight man/bisexual, talented Japanese boy. Samurai/shield-bearer. Wow. I almost don't care if they have sex. I hope so; but it really doesn't matter, because it's there, in that beautiful young Spaniard's eyes--and in the perfect social composure (despite his tears) of that other, extremely clever young man (could be a female impersonator), whom I now recognize, perhaps, as a great kabuki boy-actor in a former incarnation.
I burn hot. I tend to exhaust people in conversation, like Margaret Fuller did Carlyle. Which leaves me (but apparently not Margaret) always wishing I'd shut up sooner. I have quite a few friends and not many enemies, but I'm very proud of the few I do have. There is consensus among my friends about me, which is how I know to write about myself. What my enemies think of me I have no idea. That, of course, could be dangerous.
The list of interests and favorites is absurdly partial and half-assed, particularly as to music and books. It's the stupid format of the blog itself, as given, that, of course, I color outside the lines and burst the seams of.
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