original content by dante woo since 1998.

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we had our first sex on a 70's era couch (while MTV's "The Real World" played); it made my allergies go offthat's the reason i laid my head on your chest, because the cushion was giving me a rash. i said to myself that you were nice. if i saw you again, i'd say, just because i never cried after i came didn't mean that i liked you any less. i blame it on my parents, or being asian, or being from the south, or being a guy, or whatever. i'd say, look look look: you got to be a lot more things than i did, and sensitive happens to be one of them. so don't think that i'm insensitive now just because i didn't have a journal to write in then. actually, probably the only part of those sentences i'd say would be the colon. i think about you when i'm looking into the street from a coffee barstool and watching reflections of me melt into everyone else's.

 
Future Ex: What's your name -
Boy: a-a-a-a-a . . . nevermind, I'm stuttering too bad to pronounce it. You'll forget it in your sleep anyway.
(manly handshake)
F X: Little did we know that me pressing my cock against your ass when you were leaned up against the bar ordering me too many Long Island iced teas would lead to me feeling your pulse inside you when we were making love.
Is it a universal symbol of aggression and colonialism -
Boy: Or am I just happy to see you?
F X: Am I hurting you?
Boy: You don't care.

(Michael Jackson's "Remember the Time" plays
Do you remember the time
When we fell in love
Do you remember the time
When we first met
Do you remember the time
When we fell in love
Do you remember the time)

(They sit on the floor, legs touching)

F X: Do you remember that time?
Boy: I wasn't in love with you, I just told you that so you wouldn't feel on the spot after you said it.
F X: I was inside you.
GWM: You go.
Boy: You hurt me. I miss it. It was a lot of things to me.
F X: That tear fell directly from my eye into yours. It was our last time together. What things was it to you?
Boy: I don't know. Love or something, I guess. What everyone wants.
F X: It was love partly for me, as well as other things.
GWM: Work it.
Boy: And what is that?
F X: You know.
Boy: No, what is it?
F X: You must know how it is to be filled with yearning.
GWM (campy): Oh Mary!
Boy (closes legs so that he is sitting "Indian" style, huddles): And what exactly do you yearn for?
(Fade)

 

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