Disclaimer: I don't own. I'll return him when I'm done like a good little kitty.
comments:: Ok, I was inspred to write this during GSA one day. We were watching a movie about the gay civil rights movement, and some of the opposers of gay civil rights argument more or less was, "being gay is more appealing than being hetrosexual, that's why the kids can't know about it, because every one really just wants to be gay" Or at least that's how I interpreted it. so it lead me to thinking, "hey, what if darling darling Gene is curious about wonderful lovely Fred" and that's how this came about, oh and, I don't think Gene is gay, but I'm more than willing to make him bisexual. I also make a random allusion to Sparticus in here, if any one can pick it out they get a brownie point. ^_^ oh, and for warnings, This is self editied, if you find any wretched problems with it, feel free to inform me. I know that my spelling and grammer can be bad, and the spell check dosn't pick up on all of it.
Yes its true, Fred makes me uncomfortable and nervous, but not for the reasons most people think. The fact that he flirts with me doesn't upset me too much, yeah sometimes he goes a little to far, but most of the time I feel a bit flattered by his attention.
It's how comfortable with himself that makes me uncomfortable. He's so... so him. So perfectly free and open about who he is, and who he likes, he expects everyone else to be just as comfortable about it. But we're not all that comfortable about who we are. Some of us are still hiding from things; we're not all free, some of us still can't even admit these things to ourselves.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not gay. I enjoy women; I like them a lot. I love the softness of their bodies, the delicate curves and the silky hair. The graceful way they can walk when they're being provocative always gets to me. The smiles, the smells, I love women, and I love being with them. They're wonderful in more ways I can list. And almost all women are wonderful, that's why I sleep around. I want to be with as many of them as I can before I settle down. But as I was saying, I'm not gay, but... sometimes, I am curious... When I see Fred look at me with his hungry eyes I wonder what it would be like to let him see more. Or when I see him play with his ear in that oh so cute way of his, I wonder what it would be like to have his hands on me. Even I can tell that he's an attractive man. There is something almost delicate about him at times, but not often. He's not very delicate, not at all like a woman. I don't think I'm even able to compare him to a woman. It would be like comparing apples to pickles, just completely unrelated to each other, you can like them both, but that doesn't mean you can compare them. Like snails and oysters.
I'm most nervous when the two of us are alone together; talking and having snacks in his exquisite home. I can feel his eyes on me while he tugs at his ear or is sipping his tea. I know that he wants to reach out, and I think that I might want him to do that, because I know that I'm never going to be able to reach out and touch him first. No matter how much I'll want to, I don't think I'll ever be able to reach out to him and quench my curiosity about him.
And that is why Fred makes me nervous, because he makes me realize just how trapped within myself I am.
comments:: Ok, I was inspred to write this during GSA one day. We were watching a movie about the gay civil rights movement, and some of the opposers of gay civil rights argument more or less was, "being gay is more appealing than being hetrosexual, that's why the kids can't know about it, because every one really just wants to be gay" Or at least that's how I interpreted it. so it lead me to thinking, "hey, what if darling darling Gene is curious about wonderful lovely Fred" and that's how this came about, oh and, I don't think Gene is gay, but I'm more than willing to make him bisexual. I also make a random allusion to Sparticus in here, if any one can pick it out they get a brownie point. ^_^ oh, and for warnings, This is self editied, if you find any wretched problems with it, feel free to inform me. I know that my spelling and grammer can be bad, and the spell check dosn't pick up on all of it.
Yes its true, Fred makes me uncomfortable and nervous, but not for the reasons most people think. The fact that he flirts with me doesn't upset me too much, yeah sometimes he goes a little to far, but most of the time I feel a bit flattered by his attention.
It's how comfortable with himself that makes me uncomfortable. He's so... so him. So perfectly free and open about who he is, and who he likes, he expects everyone else to be just as comfortable about it. But we're not all that comfortable about who we are. Some of us are still hiding from things; we're not all free, some of us still can't even admit these things to ourselves.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not gay. I enjoy women; I like them a lot. I love the softness of their bodies, the delicate curves and the silky hair. The graceful way they can walk when they're being provocative always gets to me. The smiles, the smells, I love women, and I love being with them. They're wonderful in more ways I can list. And almost all women are wonderful, that's why I sleep around. I want to be with as many of them as I can before I settle down. But as I was saying, I'm not gay, but... sometimes, I am curious... When I see Fred look at me with his hungry eyes I wonder what it would be like to let him see more. Or when I see him play with his ear in that oh so cute way of his, I wonder what it would be like to have his hands on me. Even I can tell that he's an attractive man. There is something almost delicate about him at times, but not often. He's not very delicate, not at all like a woman. I don't think I'm even able to compare him to a woman. It would be like comparing apples to pickles, just completely unrelated to each other, you can like them both, but that doesn't mean you can compare them. Like snails and oysters.
I'm most nervous when the two of us are alone together; talking and having snacks in his exquisite home. I can feel his eyes on me while he tugs at his ear or is sipping his tea. I know that he wants to reach out, and I think that I might want him to do that, because I know that I'm never going to be able to reach out and touch him first. No matter how much I'll want to, I don't think I'll ever be able to reach out to him and quench my curiosity about him.
And that is why Fred makes me nervous, because he makes me realize just how trapped within myself I am.
