Movies.
0 thoughtsA long time ago, it seems, I was in a darkened theatre, holding hands with another gay man. Back then, I was a horny youth, ever-ready for action, whenever, wherever... be it inside a darkened theatre, or the pee-smelling lobby, or in the rather fetid air of the men's room.
Years later today, as I sat inside another darkened theatre with my head on someone's shoulder, I realized something.
I had lost so many memories.
I remember bits where I sat with someone on a wet wall in the woods as I said goodbye and kissed him in the rain before I left the country for ever.
And I can't remember who it is.
I wept then, and dashed the tears with the back of my hand which was probably what caused my lens to slide up under my lid.
I didn't realize it for a couple of seconds. The movie was G.I. Joe and I thought it was some sort of special effect where everything's 50% gaussian blur and sharp at the same time.
Of course, then it started to hurt.
I don't know what I'd have looked like, but after a lot of gouging and cursing, it came out.
Later, now, in the evening, I've gotten a spectacular headache trying to remember who I'd kissed goodbye. I know I keep forgetting things because I want to try to move on, but I never thought things would be this permanent.
I guess that's what makes me a forgiving person then... because I forget.
But yeah, I guess I'll live in the now, and leave the memories for me to read on my journal.
