From: Zeke
To: Eleanor
Date: 12 Nov 2007, 06:59:43 PM
Subject: Re: Eleanor, My Muse
Eleanor writes:
{{ Uber cool!!!!!! Love it!!!! }}
Well guess what, E.? I elaborately edited and added to it,
and just now 'tis done. Also, I changed the image at top. I think this
time around, the essay does you honor. I beg you (pretty please with
fair-trade maple syrup on top): go back and read it once more.
Actually, I didn't change the first two sections at all. But the
THIRD...whooey...you'll like IMMENSELY. Again, the URL:
ezekielk.tblog.com/post/1969965006
{{ How's it going with Dean....? }}
Mine enemies scared him away from me, two days ago. This has to do with the intrigue I've gotten wrapped up in, that is The Larkin Chronicles.
I'm in the middle of a hidden (though EVIL) war, which shall soon be
revealed to the world via "Friendly Ghost Detective Agency".
For YEARS there have been people screwing up my relationships,
whether friends or buddies. They keep me isolated, and have been doing
this now for over 22 years. Some still live in my building. This is NOT
a paranoid delusion, it is very REAL. Even w/o this cult on my
back, I find the gay community here extremely vindictive and
small-minded. So what if you're in a gay 'hood or bar, where it's
considerably SAFE from fag bashers. 'Cause vicious queens fill in that
gap, whose favorite pastime is to rip up loving relationships between
two guys. With gossip, drugs, alcohol, money, violence, you name it.
(Oh yeah, I almost forgot: they also employ homophobic homeless people for their dirty schemes!) So you still gotta stay in the closet or (goddess forbid) these nasty homunculi
will crawl out of the woodwork and destroy the both of you! It is
precisely this hostile atmosphere based on ENVY and POWER that fosters
the formation of cults. They thrive in such environments like
staphylococci in a petri dish!
These vermin have the dubious honor to star in my essay: "Gay Turncoats in our Midst". Writ ten years ago, I'm troubled to say NOTHING has improved from this sorry state. We have a new
methamphetamine epidemic...and I don't know of ANY gay bar that is not
controlled by a criminal element. (And they're not even gay, except the
runners! IOW: gays remain underlings to hetero overlords, even in their
own "gay" hangouts.) Gypsy for example, runs drugs through at least
three bars, and he's as hetero as a turd is brown. And that's why the
bartender on duty didn't kick him out when he threatened me, LOUDLY:
Gypsy owns their souls.) I could go on! But I'll save my strident ranting for "Friendly Ghost".
Dean will come back, once he figures out what's up. I WARNED him
about these people...he'd be approached, and they'd gossip bad things
to scare him away. He said, "Oh, I can handle that, no problem.
NObody'll mess with me". Well, guess what...he probably thought I was
making it all up, and when push came to shove, he went down in the
first round.
Just what they did with me and Larkin: drove him away, made him
think I did some nasty things to get him fired, lose his apartment to fire damage, and get 86'd from all the SOMA bars. Which incidents all occurred within the short span of three weeks! He was even homeless
for some weeks; but a "friend" took him in. ("Friend" being a code word
for pusher.) THEY did all that, not me...but Larkin will not allow me
to speak to him...he'll just rush away with his ears covered. Anywayz,
I will win this war, and have him back, too. What really happened was
they taught him a painful lesson about choosing friends (such as moi) of whon they don't approve. They DESPISE me.
Now, I have TWO strikingly handsome, tall and sweet buddies AVOIDING
me in my own neighborhood. And they both hang out only half-a-block
from each other: Larkin, at the Metro bar; Dean, at Church Street Cafe.
(Heartbreak Hotel
has nothing over me; I'm livin' "Heartbreak 'Hood"!) They haven't yet
met, either. But I'm sure they will, eventually. I told Dean about my
adventures around Larkin, that he now hangs at the Metro (and
drug-dealer Gypsy at the Lucky 13, a straight bar just several doors
up).
Dean started: "Hey, I like Lucky 13, I used to go there a lot". So I
suggested he resume his patronage: "Do a little spying for me...Gypsy's
easy to spot: he looks like a cross between Yosemite Sam and Colonel
Sanders". (IOW: a real skank.) "And while we're at it, Dean, why not
check out the Metro, see who this guy Larkin is, without him knowing
you and I have any association." (Also easy to spot: 6-foot-4, skinny
drink of water and damned cute...like Randy Travis's better looking and younger brother.)
I said these things a few days before they chased him away.
Dean is a great guy; it wouldn't surprise me in the least if he visited
both bars to figure things out. He's a hottie too, BTW. In fact, I
could never bet on who's more darlin': Dean or Larkin. 'Cause it would
be a toss-up each and every time. Except perhaps when Larkin's on a
whiskey binge, which is when he looks and smells like a ratty ol' dawg.
But even then, he's funnier than a barrel of monkeys with vibrating
dildoes. The guy is so excessively funny, I'd say he's a comedic
genius. I have never smiled so much in my life, till I discovered The
Amazing Kelsey (Larkin's surname). Whenever I think of him, I grin
beatific...even now while we're separated by This Wall of Pure Evil,
when lesser men than myself would knot their faces in a permanent
scowl, gnash their teeth in rage, and plot unutterably wicked vengeance.
Weird, weird, weird...but a remarkable odyssey just the same!
This is a GREAT adventure, and I know it, and I know why...thus I
don't get particularly upset any more, now that MOST of the jigsaw
pieces have fallen into place. I can finally see the Big Picture,
almost completely frozen in Time's Stained Glass:
Ezekiel stands triumphant amid all this chaos and evil pandering.
From the Eye of The Hurricane, he snatches his beloved brothers out of
The Swirling Abyss. Still dizzy and perturbed by The Storm, they
continue to loathe and heckle for a while longer. Though Ezekiel knows that Wing-ed Victory has his back.
Soon, these exquisite men wrested from The Devil's Own Claws (thanks
to u-no-hoo), will bicker among themselves for Zeke's hand in domestic
partnership!
But Ezekiel could NEVER choose one beauty over another. So what to
do, what to do? Draw straws? Hardly! He'll bed down with each buddy, a
different one for every day of the year.
"Whoa! Slow down Little Pony!" Victory speaks. "That's the LONGterm goal. At first and for a time, you must settle for each day of the WEEK. Larkin of course, can be your Ice Cream Sundae! Until, that is, when I...er, I mean "Randolph"...finally shows up. Or if
Dean doesn't turn on the charm spigot too freely. Then of course
there's Jonny, the one who broke your heart which led you to Larkin,
and SOMA adventures! Before that: Troy. Oh god, Troy! A conquest unconsummated ("Like all the rest" quips your quicksilver tongue.)
It still burns bright, this longing for Troy, like a Beacon for
Shipwrecked Sailors. Such valient devotion shall soon be rewarded. My
Dear Ezekiel: you shall have him in your arms, with all his glorious
manhood and brotherly affection for eternity. I promise you this, and a
whole lot more. Beloved Lttle Angel, thou art the Silver Lining in MY
Cloud, I tell you what!"(And those silver strands in your hair, no doubt.)
I can't write more on this now, I want to save my declarations in this matter for the Larkin Chronicles. (Wait a minute; I'll simply ADD this letter as the latest chapter: 14. Easy as blueberry pie--my favorite)!
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