Raw eggs and a dropped ball —

Some may interpret my words as being negative. — Pride, I have to ask myself, pride in what? Pride in my gender identity, yes. Pride in identifying with the predominant gay culture, my honest answer would be no. How may I ask can I feel pride in being excluded and made to feel less than others? I feel humbled…

I shall love you as if you will never leave or forsake me, for, in this knowledge, were it to be true, I would lay my soul bare, my true self to reveal because paradoxically, that is the only true love: the love that reflects the authentic colours of my…

I have spent my whole life in a state of suspension facilitated by imposter syndrome. When others make you believe you are not good enough, no matter what you do, you do not see value in your achievements. Others make you think that you are incapable of achieving great things…

It is in the mix — succulent beats, the rhythms that come alive. They taste like the most delicious blushing wine. It is a beauty beyond compare. One that compels you to stare. It is in the mix. The creole blend is the most potent of mixes. …

I was scared of publishing this; the text below is a stream of consciousness (a free flow and play of words and ideas — I am not presenting this as some truth, though one can argue that it resides there? This is a flight of the subconscious inspired by reading…

You told me that I did not know you. You said that the fantasy was all mine. Blinded by lust, I was mesmerized. Looking through the window, I sat watching the silent snowfall. Still, you played along. We built ice castles in our minds. …

The books, the scent, an atmosphere that is weight down and poised with expectations, the antique, the heavy, painted wooden beams, the dark stones, the slate floors, you admire the craftsmanship, the patina: aged and worn. Stories to be told if only these buildings could speak? They await your presence…