alli-berri
Sex God
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- May 19, 2010
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I've been helping him sell stuff online, and doing other little favors.
Just because he's nice, you know?
I can't help it, my brain is attracted to good vibes, which my body copies and shares.
And, the favors come with perks (Jamaican ku$h, small business experience, 50/50 profit model).
Today he told me I should talk to girls because I could have any one I wanted.
Of course I don't want any.
I told him that I'd had bad experiences with girls in the past, and don't get along with them.
He laughed, and I added that I consider such pursuits a distraction anyway,
citing my ADHD (which he best understood if I explained it w/ vague idioms).
I further added (additions are a habit of mine... especially when I'm nervous)
that I needed to get to know a person's mind before I committed to flirting with them.
I think he respected that.
But he's on to me, I know it. Well, I don't know it. That's why I'm posting here.
I don't know how many JUBbers have experience with old, Caribbean men (Rastafari) -
Or even opinions on my decision to pursue and maintain the relationship.
He's 51 yrs old, and moved to NYC from St. Vincent thirty yrs ago.
He lives across the street from me, and sits on his stoop
every
day
and
very
often.
I can't avoid him.
And I have no interest in doing so...
But I also don't want to say something that's gonna get him and his family
Perhaps I'm generalizing a bit to assume he is a homophobe.
but we all (hopefully) know that Reggae music and Caribbean culture often rejects homosexuality -
violently.
My fears have increased now that he wishes to come hang out in my apartment.
I don't distrust him, but I now find myself wondering if I should take certain photos down,
or quotes,
that reflect my sexuality (*GASP* censorship! But it's self censorship, you know?).
I should note that I'm "masculine" or whatever... but really my behavior adapts to the situation.
I'm worried I won't be able to keep this "adaptation" of casual denial going much longer,
without psychologically conditioning myself to self-loathe all over again.
I wonder if he will remain clueless if I don't explicitly say "it"?
I have this horrible daydream that he's gonna set me up with some female,
and expect me to become involved.
Which I would hate to do!! She would not deserve to be lied to and ultimately hurt.
I've done enough of that without planning on it, so there's no way I'm going to dive into it.
But, that's just a silly lil anxiety thing. I'm a writer; wacky plot lines abound in my mind.
All advice on how to proceed will earn my deepest respect.
Thanks and peace.
Just because he's nice, you know?
I can't help it, my brain is attracted to good vibes, which my body copies and shares.
And, the favors come with perks (Jamaican ku$h, small business experience, 50/50 profit model).
Today he told me I should talk to girls because I could have any one I wanted.
Of course I don't want any.
I told him that I'd had bad experiences with girls in the past, and don't get along with them.
He laughed, and I added that I consider such pursuits a distraction anyway,
citing my ADHD (which he best understood if I explained it w/ vague idioms).
I further added (additions are a habit of mine... especially when I'm nervous)
that I needed to get to know a person's mind before I committed to flirting with them.
I think he respected that.
But he's on to me, I know it. Well, I don't know it. That's why I'm posting here.
I don't know how many JUBbers have experience with old, Caribbean men (Rastafari) -
or if such experience is necessary to respond -
but I'm curious to hear ideas as to how I might best proceed with this relationship.Or even opinions on my decision to pursue and maintain the relationship.
He's 51 yrs old, and moved to NYC from St. Vincent thirty yrs ago.
He lives across the street from me, and sits on his stoop
every
day
and
very
often.
I can't avoid him.
And I have no interest in doing so...
But I also don't want to say something that's gonna get him and his family
(of younger, bulkier, more impulsive and VERY masculine men)
to go all "bun batty bwoy!" on me.Perhaps I'm generalizing a bit to assume he is a homophobe.
(I don't live in a particularly accepting area.)
But I just don't know. He's very very friendly, and believes in beautiful things,but we all (hopefully) know that Reggae music and Caribbean culture often rejects homosexuality -
violently.
My fears have increased now that he wishes to come hang out in my apartment.
I don't distrust him, but I now find myself wondering if I should take certain photos down,
or quotes,
that reflect my sexuality (*GASP* censorship! But it's self censorship, you know?).
I should note that I'm "masculine" or whatever... but really my behavior adapts to the situation.
(That is, my androgyny emerges in "safe" company)
I'm worried I won't be able to keep this "adaptation" of casual denial going much longer,
without psychologically conditioning myself to self-loathe all over again.
(That is, I just got done accepting myself and shit.)
I wonder if he will remain clueless if I don't explicitly say "it"?
I have this horrible daydream that he's gonna set me up with some female,
and expect me to become involved.
Which I would hate to do!! She would not deserve to be lied to and ultimately hurt.
I've done enough of that without planning on it, so there's no way I'm going to dive into it.
But, that's just a silly lil anxiety thing. I'm a writer; wacky plot lines abound in my mind.
All advice on how to proceed will earn my deepest respect.
Thanks and peace.

























