Is Omission Untruthful?

Let me set the scene ….

Your partner goes to work comes home retires to bed without eating due to tiredness. Before he retires he powers up his laptop for you to use as yours isn’t working. Low and behold partner receives an instant message with an opening line that startles you, so you do the unthinkable and become your partner to find the meaning behind the opening line.

It’s obvious his lunch hour was taxing and hard but thoroughly enjoyable and he thought it prudent not to convey this minor indiscretion. Cheating men and women alike employ an opinion that what you don’t know you don’t need to know. But is that right? Most times your intuition is right but do you really want to know.

Enjoy the IM…and then answer the question.

Is omission untruthful?

shourty20: Did u enjoy yorself
me: hmmm
shourty20: That'z what up
shourty20: when r u going to come through again
me: how long has it been
shourty20: for what me: sorry...trying to multi task
me: yes...I did enjoy
shourty20: That'z what up now u see that i was not just talking;;)
me: You did it shawty...
shourty20: thanks
shourty20: where r u at work still
me: Yep...just finishing up...
shourty20: Oh okay cool u going to tha gym or u going to your other jod
me: gym
shourty20: oh okay cool
me: When do you want me to pass through again
shourty20: u tell me
me: My schedule is tight...but after that...you surely can fit in
shourty20: cool that'zwhat up yo
me: ok I'll let you know....hey...Did u enjoy yorself....
shourty20: i liked wehn we was kissing
shourty20: Yes i did enjoy myself every part of it
shourty20: :-*
me: Turn me on and tell me..all that we did...while I play with myself before I leave for the gym
shourty20: what gym do u go to
shourty20: u r going to play with youself before u live tha gym
me: LA Fitness...
shourty20: which one
me: I go to any one...depending on which one is convenient for me ... tonight I'm going to LaVista
me: Tell me what I asked you...I only have a few minutes before I closed up
shourty20: what part
me: ALL...as you have me getting warm
shourty20: i like everything
shourty20: thae way u kissed me licked my nipple and ate my azz
shourty20: :">
shourty20: what up u there
shourty20: what u doin playin with your dick
shourty20: i had to reload my computer

Mom's Revelation

Today was a day of revelation as my mom was informed that there has been a recurrence of cancer after a year-and-a-half remission. Not at all good news. Her mental outlook at 67 stressed my very core due to prior conversations about her self imposed limitations with regards to treatment. Her deflated look rocked my conviction to be strong but I was determined to be her rock of Gilbratar though my heart cried.

A minute of claustrophobia consumed me. I long for fresh air --- outside the confines of the air conditioned office. I needed to breathe God's air for strength and feel the slight breeze swirl around me. Once outside I remembered a poem that I wrote in a moment like this...

The slight breeze
sends a coolness to my warmth
easing the burden of today's sun

This same slight breeze
takes me away to another world
of visions untold as stories unfold

On this slight breeze
I feel my essence -- my mojo
as my inherent nature gurgles and rises
sharpening my senses as this breeze
invigorates my soul

I retreat within--and yet
the breeze catches me, swirls around me
softly it plays up with me--teasingly
whispering its notes in my peripheral exterior

Oh breeze, this breeze
soak me with your uniqueness
guide me with your precociousness
and leave me with your strength

Copyright ©2009 Doug Anthony

Mood Takeover

To write is therapy...a release of thought processes which have garnered attention. So many experiences deserving of documentation but the energy to do so evades physical interaction between pen and paper.

Lately, there have been two to many "gone to soons" that have been a part of my evolution. Contemplating on the way it used to be elicit smiles and tears. How sad when mortality finally becomes mortal. Death always causes reflection, sometimes wondering what contribution can be attributed to you. Have you volunteered, mentored or made a significant impact in the lives of others? It's to hard to think now, so I drink -- my daily heinee vitamin.

Why are same gender relationships doomed from their start? Why are we as gay men "like children" -- wanting every color candy in the jar -- using excuses like -- all we do is argue -- I have needs -- you do not pay me any attention. Instead of communicating their alter ego wins over reasoning and in the aftermath you wonder why trust becomes an issue. It's too hard to think now, so I drink and I know I should not -- heinee wets my throat.

Do we really love? How do you know your in love? I'm "in love" and I truly believe he loves me but the love hurts. This love, our love cuts deeply for I'm a simple man with simple manners just wanting honesty and communication but instead the simple things in life seems to now evade the longevity of the union. Maybe it's me, and refusal to accept or to wake up to the new shade of love. It's really hurts to think now hence a new heinee.

It's an easy Sunday but my mind is thwarted with issues, family, professional and intimate. I'm human and in need of man sex -- that animalistic throw down flip over in your face passionate mingling -- but I don't want to cheat least I become him and guilt consume me for a minute. The option of masturbation is passe...Hence the stupor I'm putting myself in...It doesn't hurt to think now....heinee is beginning to create a buzz , I know my nipples are hardening -- so down goes more heinee.

On this Sunday my countenance is troubled, the soul bleeds to repair the hurt as I try to reconcile these incessant feelings. My friend, heinee is till here four more to go and then I shall sleep the day away.