Thread seems leveled to shorter sentences and friendly smiles now, but so the pages’ past reprieves incite insidious dichotomies… some persons taste of vivid imagery, which us too may well entertain, yet with its forced ambition towards an other here I’ll slate domain: expressions of sufficient immaturity sit, and consummate a fated, crafted lack of wit. I am more the less mature for pointing thus-in to-be-sure, but in cold air 'tis called genture… (…?)
Those with interests in sampling petals, but not tasting them at once, are deserving less established opinions regarding their honours… nasturtiums are spicy and yum, lilies are mildly sweet, the honeysuckle regarding also its name… but so the flowers do not care to embrace specific styles ever through their times; some specific stamens swell sour, and so: continued callings cast celled confinement, indecent indenture.
Far as homophobia’s carried, I myself am finding anyone ever equally enticing by their external, but more internal regard, whether they are of my opposing gender or not. Anyone, can pretty much fall for anyone, and if one person is favouring for their life external similarity, they ought be allowed behaviour in normality… that is to say, people ought regard all love as true, and quit questioning our quelled, quixotic effulgences.
… Alright, I didn’t really get anywhere with that. But I enjoyed myself, and it’s not all irrelevant fluff. That’s what counts, right? I live in one of the (past) Klu Klux Klan capitals of the US. There are a lot of elderly folks. I’m sure they have plenty of prejudice to go around, and spread plenty of it to their children. But for the most part, most of the kids I know are not stupid like that. Homosexuality, race and all is made fun of, yes, but when it comes down to someone actually (not flamboyantly, that’s a ridiculous stereotype anyway) being gay, or being physically weak, or being very ethnic, or whatever else might ignorantly be considered worthy of ridicule, I’ve not noticed a lot of honest, lasting rejection. In fact, obscurity tends to enhance one’s admirability. Such people tend to be lovey-touchy hippies…
I shouldn’t speak for people, because I don’t know what they might go through, but if someone is a friendly enough person, they are, in this or any community, generally able to find enough friends. If someone feels dejected and lonesome and hopeless and whining, according to what I was personally brought up on, they probably brought it upon themself. There are so many people in the world who do just fine wherever they are; if someone feels life is unfair for their style, or feel they are in need others’ attentive care, they’re obviously missing something, focusing on the wrong parts of life. If they really want to be different as they are, they should find something to embrace, and share. Or embrace each other as modern pagan hippies. Though I’d personally greater appreciate the obscure paganesque celebrations and quiet, restrained standoffishness of other countries…
On an off-topic side note, since I’m already rambling to myself, the weather here this season has been wonderful. It’s been abnormally foggy, eventually seeming difficult to inhale, like smog, but afterwards a rain will come and last three or five days straight. Pale white sky, blurred distance, constant wet sound, chirping birds… it’s just wonderful. Such cold that the fog will freeze and fall in tiny snowflakes from not above, but eminating outta the crisp morning air right where you stand. I think it’s a lovely weather, and I’m sure chilled couples are cuddling all around.
Around here, anyway, if you’re anybody yourself, you’re like to be appreciated as a friend in some way or another; whoever you are, whatever you domusic, journalism, art, hairdressing, pumping gasif you’re a person, no matter what kind of person you are, whatever you’ve done is bound to be appreciated by somebody. And if you’d rather avoid the threat of physical pats on the back, hugs, whatever… you can always try the internet.


