The Link is the independent newspaper that is published at Concordia University. You can access it online at:
http://thelink.concordia.caOn the October 4, 2005 issue, it's a "queer issue", and pages 12 to 23 have been dedicated to queer issues and queer groups on campus, etc.
I was reading this today, and I came across a very nice poem. I'll attach it below:
Someday - by Colin North
There's this guy, his name is Jack
He's a customer, and sits at the back.
He comes in at six, and leaves at eight,
he heads straight for work, and is never late.
He's quite good-looking, and has perfect hair,
he wears tight-fitted pants, and everyone will stare.
Quite hot indeed, he dominates my mind,
He pays for his latte, and I thank him in kind.
When he looks into my eyes, I can barely think,
I go as flushed as a tomato, and I feel like such a twink!
I hate acting that way,
it makes me look so dumb.
I thought, "why not ask him out?"
Or else there'll be no fun.
I took myself seriously,
and waited till the next day,
I said, "I'll do it this time,"
when he pays or his latte.
So he comes up to the counter,
And starts looking at the food.
I yelled out, "I'll help him!"
For I don't want to be rude.
His eyes peered over the sweets,
Concentrating on the key-lime tarts,
When asked what I would choose,
I suggested the chocolate hearts.
He looked at me like an angel,
Like the one in my dreams.
then he asked about the donuts,
And I suggested Boston creams.
I sounded so phallic!
I went in full-throttle,
Then he picked up some water,
And said, "I'll just take this bottle."
There was a moment of pause,
I didn't know what to do.
Then I said, "how bout a moccachino?
It'd be something new."
"We have date squares and muffins,
pies and apple strudel"
I rambled so much,
My conversation was brutal.
It was then I noticed,
When on the counter he placed his hand,
It sparkled like a diamond,
It was an infamous wedding band.
I felt the pain right away,
As my heart begun to swell,
But then I looked at the situation,
And said to myself, "Oh well."
Guys will come and guys will go,
I will not look back, for I know,
They could be straight, they could be gay,
But I will like them either way.
Jack and I, we still talk.
He comes on in, at six o'clock.
We chat it up, we chat it down.
But it never ends in a frown.
I love my Jack, and that will stay,
I would not have it another way.
He may be straight,
I may be gay.
But If I pray, it may happen,
someday.
What a beautiful poem eh? This poem made my day. It kind of sums up my situation of lusting over straight men. It's no good, but I still lust, so what I can say?
And it's also kind of weird, because the guy who is in my classes, who I don't really find attractive, and is interested in body building, he was asking me "What's so funny?", and so I told him that I was reading a poem, I thought it was funny, so I read it to him.
We were also discussing a math problem, and he found that I had made an error, so I said, "Great, you'll get to see my lead crack". (because a few years ago, my dad bought some cheap dollar store lead for my lead pencils... This lead is so brittle that literally I write a few words, and it breaks. Then I have to get rid of the broken piece and start to write with a new piece. Now, it doesn't matter how hard or how lightly I push, it still does this. This also happens when I lend my lead pencil to other people. They also complain about the lead, so it's not just me) But he somehow heard, "You get to see my crack." and asked, "I get to see your crack?" to which I replied, "No, you'll get to see my
lead crack... Why, do you want to see my crack?". His response was "Yeah, I want to see your crack."
Now, I am thinking that he's joking, but again, there is something about this 2 + 2 that doesn't quite equal to four... This guy has dropped all but one course this term, and he claims that he "doesn't feel like school", but perhaps he's dealing with the fact that he's not completely straight?
And we were also talking about men, and I asked him, "So, what type are you, are you a pig, a dog, or an a-hole?", and he replied, "I'm a a-hole... But you didn't hear that from me."
After class, when I got home, there were two messages left on my machine. One was from library guy, telling me that he hasn't forgotten about my question, and that he couldn't turn up with anything, so he has passed my question onto a library "expert", and another from the trumpet player whom I met on Monday of this week. He was just returning my call, and when I called him back, we chatted for a bit (not very long), but he told me about a guy who drives a private bus to Toronto. I took down the number of this guy, and I bid the trumpet player goodnight. He wants me to call him when I get back from Toronto, so that we could "do something".
Interesting day, no?