Watching movies. AKRON (a gay-themed movie that brought me some lessons) on HULU.
And now DEPARTURE. We'll see what Hollywood brings me now.
I would go back on another day, but at the same time, hoping he'd be there agaoin. But I'd know in my heart that he wouldn't be there. And he never was. So geht's fur mich.
But Hollywood says he would be. And he always IS.
Mum, you're going to lose your son to Clement.
This is a strange movie. Brits & Frenchies, cultural intersection. Half English, half French. But young teen boys are beyond borders.
It's fitting & proper that I be alone this weekend, the last one before my new life with David is announced.
"The air is pregnant with new beginnings." (redundant)
Ca me fait mal, que de regarder ce film. J'ai mal a la tete.
Et alors??
I'm a carrot virgin, but Elliot is not, as of the last scene.
I cannot help who I am. I can only do some sort of being true to myself, or hiding, or whatever in between. No matter, I am still who I am.
I think.
I don't know. That's how I usually end my thoughts.
I don't know.
A: "I feel like I'm missing something."
B: "Well, bye now."
I was lucky .... once. Not all my life.
Some things seem lucky. Other things seem UNlucky.
I'm naked. My love is clothed. Maybe that's just the way we are.
Why didn't you tell me?
I don't know.
Une glace qui fonde dans le chaleur d'ete.
Outwardly: "did you see it?' and "yes, but I wanted to walk."
Inwardly: "I'm so confused and afraid, I don't know what to do,"
A: Do you think you can know things before you know them?
B: Like what?
A. I don't know. (HA!) Maybe things inside you, or something.
The lie: It's all about sex.
The truth: What it's about depends on who you are, and where you are.
Maybe.... someday.... I'll be able to figure all this out.
Meanwhile, I'm probably in love with George.
*sigh*
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