I just spoke with you all about how I've felt it necessary to maintain a separation betwixt the randy that is on this blog, and the randy that stumbles through the days. Then, I see this picture as I'm doing a bit of surfing:
This young man is beautiful. He is attractive in a classic sense, pretty is a gay sense, and outside of that earring bole and damned flower that is frustrating my voyeuristic tendencies, I find him absolutely wonderful. Further, though, it struck me when I looked at this picture that here is a person brave enough to be free.
We get ourselves stuck on blending in with the crowd, or at least I do. I feel the need to be accepted, avoid judgement and criticism, be just like everyone else. Yet, I yearn to be so courageous, to be so free, to be me, however that would show itself.
To all those who stretch that envelope: Thank you. And, would someone move that damn flower!