Halloween

Masks and lost inhibitions.
Youth remembered.
Daring taken.
Being someone else.

This is the obvious.

What's underneath.
What do you want to do
On Hallowwen.
What motivates the change.

I abandon my shyness.
A sexy lumberjack
Isn't ashamed of his body.
Doesn't shy away from
His masculenity and power.
Embraces his chest hair.

No need to hide behind
Words and wit.
Intelligence is a pleasant surprise.
On this night it's about the body.
No shame or hiding.

Wear your mask,
Let the inside out.
Release your deepest fear.

Setter/Hitter

Exploring new territory,
Setter turned hitter.
I like Hitting.
I didn't think I could Hit,
And now I find I'm a right and a left hand
Hitter.

I'm still a great Setter,
But there is a thrill in Hitting,
A power I didn't know was there.
One I enjoy.
In control,
Directing, pushing it down the line.

I have to wonder,
Is it the control I enjoy?
Am I afraid to let go?
Which position has more power?
Now that I think about it,
Setters really run the game.
Maybe my new found love of
Hitting is an indicator that I'm
Letting go.

Pink Walls

Pink Walls with yellow flowers staring at me.
juxtaposed against Orange columns and a silver
Tin ceiling.
Riots of color, rubbing up against each other.
Aquamarine and evil clown faces.

It seems like a scene from a nightmare.
It's just a coffee shop.
A nightmare in and of itself.
Gay men.
Cruising. Studying. Reading. Online.

The reading material is as diverse and
Clashing as the walls themselves.
Next, HX, the toughest challenge for some.
The Times, an anatomy textbook, the Post
A novel.
Some don't even adopt the pretense of reading
Or writing.
Just looking.

The place reeks of possibility, hopes, yearning.
A breeding ground for desperation,
Flirting, disappointment, posturing.
It's filled with late night recovery and
Delightful post-coital coffees and smiles.

Love and angst. Pink, Orange, Aquamarine.
Somehow it doesn't clash as bad as you'd think.

New Digs

It's amazing what a change in location will do for a body. I'm back downtown in Manhattan and finding different ways to occupy my time. I suddenly have two extra hours a day and not really sure what to do with them! I'm thinking about expanding my hobbies a bit, or adding a new one.

It's nice to be part of the city again. Inwood was nice, and pretty, but it reminded me of suburbia. I like the Urban Sprawl with the soaring buildings, brownstones, corner bistroes, shops, restaurants, and those great flower paintings on the sidewalks in the village, the art galleries and spaces, mini parks and people walking their dogs. I actually enjoy being on top of everyone. A condensed soup of people, emotions, energy. Sometimes it can be maddening, but mostly it's exhilarating!

See ya on the streets!