segunda-feira, março 26, 2007

ana, a sandwich humana!

O ambiente gay é tão diferente do hetero, é mil vezes melhor, menos falsos pudismos, menos complexos, mais à vontade, mais liberdade, mais assumido!

Ainda que o absinto tivesse ajudado, há muito que n estava tão à vontade e não é por isso que as pessoas se fazem mais. São mais directas, sem dúvida, mas muito menos chatas!

E fui recheio de uma sandwich dançante, e que bela experiência, física, sem nenhum significado emocional... Porque haveria de ter? Os heterosexuais são complicados!

O tramps é um grande sítio! Com uma fauna variadíssima, da carninha fresca à experiente, do gay ao bi, das gajas giras aos gajos giros... sem merdas, sem intermediários, sem complexados. À grande e à francesa... pão pão queijo queijo!

segunda-feira, março 19, 2007

The cure didn't cure me!

Ainda que goste da letra que me sinta em parte assim, não me sinto suficiente motivada para a parte do "get up, get out and get gone"... mas hei-de lá chegar.

Estou mesmo só a chegar a extremos, a deixar-me ir, só para n estar sempre indiferente.

Gone - The Cure

Oh you know how it is
Wake up feeling blue
And everything that could be wrong is
Including you
Black clouds and rain and pain in your head
And all you want to do is stay in bed

But if you do that you'll be missing the world
Because it doesn't stop turning whatever you heard
If you do that you'll be missing the world
You have to get up get out and get gone!

Yeah you know how it is
Wake up feeling green
Sick as a dog and six times as mean
You don't want to sing you don't want to play
You don't want to swing you don't want to sway
All you want to do is nothing
On a day like today

But if you do that you'll be missing the world
Because it doesn't stop turning whatever you heard
If you do that you'll be missing the world
You have to get up get out and get gone!
Yeah get up get out and have some fun
You have to get up get out and get gone!
Yeah get up get out and get it on
Get up get out and get gone!
You have to get up get out and get living
Yeah this is really it...

So you know how it is
Wake up feeling grey
Nothing much to think and nothing much to say
Don't want to talk don't want to try
Don't want to think don't want to know
Who what where when or why...

Oh but you do that and you're missing the world
Yeah it's happening right now whatever you heard
You do that and you're missing the world
You have to get up get out and get gone!
Yeah get up get out and have some fun
You have to get up get out and get gone!
Yeah get up get out and get it on
Get up get out and get gone!
You have to get up get out and get living
Yeah this is really it!

morna

insípida, tíbia, indolente...

sábado, março 10, 2007

Fiona Apple - mistake

Im gonna make a mistake
Im gonna do it on purpose
Im gonna waste my time
Cuz i full as a tick
And i scratching at the surface
And what I find is mine
And when the day is done, and I look back
And the fact is I had fun, fumbling around
All the advice I shunned, and I ran
Where they told me not to run, but I sure
Had fun, so
Im gonna fuck it up again
Im gonna do another detour
Unpave my path
And if you wanna make sense
Whatcha looking at me for
Im no good at math
And when I find my way back,
The fact is I just may stay, or I may not
Ive acquired quite a taste
For a well-made mistake
I wanna mistake why cant I make a mistake?
Im always doing what I think I should
Almost always doing everybody good
Why
Do I wanna do right, of course but
Do I really wanna feel Im forced to
Answer you, hell no
Ive acquired quite a taste
For a well-made mistake, I wanna
Make a mistake, why cant I make a mistake
Im always doing what I think I should
Almost always doing everybody good
Why

segunda-feira, março 05, 2007

not in the mood for love

not in the mood for vulnerability
not in the mood for no one
i just want simple things
nothing to worry about
i don't want to work that hard

i'm ok just the way i am.