My Day as a Vampire

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While rummaging through some old boxes, I found this little story, written when I was 11. I corrected a few annoying spelling errors.

One day I was having a blood test. It was about 2:00 o’clock in the afternoon. The doctor said he had broken his glasses the night before and he had not gotten his new ones yet.

After we had finished with the blood test, I walked out the door and by the doctors rose bushes and RRRRIP! My cape got torn on one of the thorns. MY CAPE! I never wore a cape before. I must look like a vampire. Oh yes, It all fits together…Wow, I’m hungry, and look at all the food walking around me. That isn’t food, it’s people! OUCH! i cut my tongue with one of my fangs… one of my fangs! I’m a vampire, that’s what I always wanted to be. Anyway I have to prove to myself that I really am a vampire. I’ll go home and look in the mirror.

Later. Here I am at home and I am going to look in the mirror. Oh my gosh, I am a vampire. This is the way I look in the mirror…

vampire reflection

A vampire has no reflection in the mirror so I’m a vampire. Let me see if I can change into a bat. Poof. flap flap squeak squeak. Poof. I’m my self again. But I’m still a vampire. That reminds me I’m hungry. There’s a good looking person…bite, slurp…pithooy, green blood, he must be a Vulcan. Ahhhhh there’s a pretty girl. Run run run, Grab… Poof, oh no, I changed back into my own self suddenly… (and she said) “Get your hands off me you little brat you.”

Later I see how it happened. The doctor gave me some vampire blood by accident. And now the blood cells have died.

THE END

Sigh. Did you notice how quickly I changed back after chasing the “pretty girl”. I guess some things never change, or rather never stop changing. And I have a feeling some of those blood cells are still alive in me.

Glittering Commentari 9, Dave Bonta II

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Another great comment from Dave of Via Negativa. He sent several really good ones. And I actually like this even better than the first one I posted here. It’s by Rexroth’s Daughter of Dharma Bums.

Dave– Thanks for poetically revealing the myth perpetuated by google. The world body is like an urban legend. Repeated enough it becomes evidence of its own existence. The google bomb of self: A desperate need to believe in the reality of our own skins writ large.

Wow. Succinct! Google Bomb. Should become a catchword for sur-naturally real myths perpetuated by media.

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Writing a Poem

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I see the shapeshifting reality bulge
around the illusory hibiscus I could never match.
Veils of words needs constant shattering
to lighten thick, moldy layers of thatch.

My heartbeats come forth, secretly billowing,
burning new myths from a crimson flower.
I can’t help but lose myself, drowning,
reborn in this burgeoning, transformative power.

Staying open is toughest, free falling and bare
naked and hanging, having dropped from the sky.
Then the petaled plate tells me with it’s one eyed glare
to listen and watch, with laser focus, and try

To write these gossamer sheets of implausible power,
wispy, tenuous wings, burgundy eyefuls of red meat.
I tally this time to sit and stare, hour to hour
and find it’s telling me to just sit, watch and be complete.

I wrote this on a challenge to create on the spot from Jessamyn on her post, Sunday Scaffolding.

Glittering Commentari 8, Shawn

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Shawn of Lo-Fi Tribe posted some thoughtful comments to his post, Radio Flyer into the Future. He created a nice little time warp there. How the present is so much more than just moving ahead. There’s evolution toward something new, not just different. His commenter, Ron, of “Paradigm…My Shifting Thoughts” responds:

What nostalgia you have invoked. I, of course, also had my own original Radio Flyer wagon back around 1950. With a birthday coming up tomorrow I’m suddenly feeing a bit ‘old’.
You are right. It doesn’t have to be either/or. It can also be both/and. Or, as Ken Wilber has said, the idea is to transcend and include. When a bunch of atoms get together to form a molecule the molecule does not say to the atoms, “I don’t need you anymore. I have transcended that and become something bigger and better”. The obvious point being without the atoms there would be no molecule. Without that which went before would there be a ‘now’?

Thank you Shawn and Ron for fielding these thoughtful perceptions.

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Sexy Straight Men

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Straight men need to learn to relax and enjoy being thought sexy by other men. They need to open up to a very healing energy. Both parties benefit.

I really don’t see why most American straight men get so uptight when complimented on their sexiness by gay men. If I smile at a good looking man on the street, it’s a gift to him, whether he’s gay or straight. Unfortunately, most men will interpret a smile as a sexual advance, and head it off by looking away or frowning, or worse.

In Europe it’s not so bad. Most men there are more confident in their sexual skins and are not threatened by a look or a smile of all things. Any sexual tension which arises from the impossibility of returning that attraction is defused by simple acceptance. If the situation escalates, a man only has to say, “Thanks, I’m not interested.” Done with a flattered smile, it’s a harmless way to sever the misunderstanding. Most men would quickly move on. It happens all the time between straight folks.

If I think someone is sexy, and show it in my eyes, or perhaps by glancing at their body, they see it as a threat. It’s taken as an invasion of their personal space, a sexual advance. What if those same men were to just enjoy the advantage the attention gives them? What if they just soaked it up and basked in it? I think everyone wins. I’m given an affirmation, an acknowledgment of the beauty that I see in someone else, and the other man reaps positive energy from my attention.

I would never, for example, frown at or fear the attraction of a woman to me. I’m delighted for the attention. Bring it on. Tell me more!

Faced with the praise of attraction from another man, most men should be truly flattered. After all, gay men usually have pretty good taste in men!