i'm leaving

watching Happy Together again brings back memories of earlier days in san francisco. hanging out with frank and being introduced to wong kar-wai and slutty phrases in cantonese. it also brings back memories of my trip to south america, partly inspired by the movie. i remember walking to the obelisk at sunset my first night in buenos aires. everything was purple that night. the hotel maipu was old and dusty. the street outside was loud and dirty. reading james baldwin's go tell it on the mountain , i got so depressed. there was that lesion on my hip which made me think i had aids. the cruisy bathroom at the train station was jumping. i went to eva peron's grave and no i didn't cry. three drunk guys sitting by the gates of cemetery, catcalling as i walk by. i peaked in the window of the bar sur. got caught in the rain with lightning and everything, and didn't enjoy it. there was a strike, i thought i might not make it santiago. i was so lonely. it was all so much better in the movie. i want to go back and do it again, do it better.

everything i've ever wanted

finally, i see one my classmates in the cruisy bathroom at school. and he sees my ass when he looks under the stall. i'm sucking the guy in the stall on the other side through the state sanctioned glory hole. dried cum everywhere and i've got my face all in it. in fact, it's all i've ever wanted. pants down, ass in the air,knees on the cold tile, mouth wide open. five minutes ago i was in class trying to pay attention to different interpretations of Kakfa's The Trial. three hours ago i was in class with the guy in the other stall, the one who's looking at my ass, pretending to watch a movie about Butoh, but really i'm reading Persepolis but what i was really doing more than anything is thinking about sex, but not about sex in the bathrooms because it's usually totally dead. but then here i am in the bathroom and it's packed and my classmate is with me and it's beautiful.