Never have I missed your face
as much as I do now
Solitary I sit on top of a brick wall
hoping for you to walk my way
Freedom to wander set me on this path
gravity of your being pulled me to this perch
Turned my back to the brilliant morning
so I could write of you, in the shade
The heat and blinding light of the sun
hits my back like your body wrapped around me
Countless waves of eyes I have stared in to
then I plunge in to seas behind your dark, warm eyes
You are a stranger, a mystery
I ache for the adventure and discovery in you
Who are you to do this to me?
words fail to describe and encompass you
There aren't enough days in my life left to learn
all that I want to know...about you
Wednesday, November 4, 2015
When do you cry foul?
I seem to have a different definition for most things, than my peers,
and culture in general. For instance, this little story I am about to
relate here about how i perceived a past event will juxtapose my view
with your comments.
When I was 19 and fresh into the Air Force I put on my list of duty assignments "Worldwide Volunteer" in order to take the last ticket out of banality. I wanted a small "me" sized piece of excitement. So, when our last week at training came and the instructor came in with a handful of assignments I knew finally my time had come. I was out the box and into something new.
"Davis!" he called. I marched right up and took my manilla envelope and smiled as I tore off the seal to my destiny and pulled out the orders stating my first duty assignment! Oh yeah..."Airmen Mark Davis you are hereby ordered to report to duty station Minot, North Dakota by 3 January."
What the FUCK!
North Dakota...that's worse then plain old America. That's where they send criminals and Indians to wallow away into madness. Damn.
Well, I have never been there before, that at least, is something new.
Off I went. I will save the story of what happened to me when I arrived for another day.
For now we need to fast forward to month four in my strange new world.
I started going to the gym with a red-headed extrovert named Zack. He was rather interesting and charismatic and so I toke to him right away. The girls liked him and so I decided that I should follow in his footsteps to learn a few things.
The gym was step one.
The gym on base was rather average with all the normal acuterments you would expect in a medium sized gym. The only thing to state here is that the base in Minot is a homestead base. This means that military people that normally have to take new assignments every three to four years can elect to stay at this base (since it is so unfavorable) for as long as they want. This means that certain things become familiar to the average denizen of this military base like odd people, criminal activity, boring locations. But, for people like me...everything was new and unexpected.
Wednesday, a normal day and Zack wasn't in his room. So, I assumed he was already at the gym, and so I headed on over to get started. I hit the locker room to start changing. A teenager that I had seen in the gym numerous times before, but never talked to, was already there and drying off from his after shower workout. I noticed he had an atrophied arm and must have suffered from some birth defect or whatnot. He looked over at me and smiled and I replied easily "How ya doin?" which he said "Good." and that was it. I got the last of my clothes off, wrapped a towel around my waist, and headed for the steam room (I like to loosen up before I workout). After a few minutes in walks this kid with the same towel used a few moments before to dry off.
He sits just within eyesight as the steam began to fill the room. I can see his form in the midst. No sound but the "phsshhh" of steam for five minutes. Right before the steam turned off I noticed an underlying sound. Like feet slapping against the floor. I ignored it and got up to leave.
As I was exiting I noticed that the form was mirroring me so I decided to try and shake him by going immediately into the sauna.
I walked right in suppressing my bodies urge to go into heatstroke. After winning that small battle I laid down against the wall. Seconds later in walks the teenager. He is searching my face, but I had already hung my head to avoid conversation.
He sat closer this time.
After about four minutes I heard that noise again...a little different, but a pattern nonetheless. I didn't want to awknowledge him or look around the room so I just got up and left.
I stood out in the anteroom between the sauna and the steamroom trying not to faint with all the spinning my head was doing and out walks the teenager. He starts to make small talk and I oblige for a few minutes. But, I feel creeped out by this guy. He wasn't handicapped or suffering from Down's Syndrome he just had this crippled arm.
He started smiling at me all super joy-joy...and that didn't make me feel happy or joyous...I wanted to get the fuck out of Dodge.
I started to walk towards the steam room for another attempt at shaking him only to be intercepted by this kid going in first.
I stand there for a second and realize that this kid is definately following me. I beeline for the locker room to get my gym clothes on so I could get out into the public domain. Once at my locker I realize that I am soaked top to bottom with steam and sweat. It would gross even me out to try and use equipment dripping from ear to ear so I make for the showers.
A minute later in walks the teenager and he starts to shower... again!
One showerhead away from me.
I slouch forward a little to get water in my face and down my neck to make it look like I am in relax-mode. I stay that way for a few minutes until I hear that familar sound again (feet slapping against a wet floor).
I peek to my right to see what is happening with strange boy and there it is. Horror of horrors...he is masturbating with the shower soap. He wasn't looking completely at me just up at me and then back to the wall to get whatever image he wanted refreshed.
In my terror I noticed that he was not only masturbating next to me, and most likely to me, but he had one of the largest dicks I had ever seen on screen or in real life.
The soap bubbles were getting thicker and he was starting to make more sounds. That's when I broke.
I took off out of the shower running to my locker. I put on all my stuff wet.
I ran out of the locker room and out of the gym altogether.
I at first wasn't sure if it was by accident that all that happened and it all became clear when I told Zack the story.
He said he had a strange conversation with this kid a month before and had dismissed it as plain unusual.
Now as I sit here I wonder. How many young bucks encountered this fellow before someone
When I was 19 and fresh into the Air Force I put on my list of duty assignments "Worldwide Volunteer" in order to take the last ticket out of banality. I wanted a small "me" sized piece of excitement. So, when our last week at training came and the instructor came in with a handful of assignments I knew finally my time had come. I was out the box and into something new.
"Davis!" he called. I marched right up and took my manilla envelope and smiled as I tore off the seal to my destiny and pulled out the orders stating my first duty assignment! Oh yeah..."Airmen Mark Davis you are hereby ordered to report to duty station Minot, North Dakota by 3 January."
What the FUCK!
North Dakota...that's worse then plain old America. That's where they send criminals and Indians to wallow away into madness. Damn.
Well, I have never been there before, that at least, is something new.
Off I went. I will save the story of what happened to me when I arrived for another day.
For now we need to fast forward to month four in my strange new world.
I started going to the gym with a red-headed extrovert named Zack. He was rather interesting and charismatic and so I toke to him right away. The girls liked him and so I decided that I should follow in his footsteps to learn a few things.
The gym was step one.
The gym on base was rather average with all the normal acuterments you would expect in a medium sized gym. The only thing to state here is that the base in Minot is a homestead base. This means that military people that normally have to take new assignments every three to four years can elect to stay at this base (since it is so unfavorable) for as long as they want. This means that certain things become familiar to the average denizen of this military base like odd people, criminal activity, boring locations. But, for people like me...everything was new and unexpected.
Wednesday, a normal day and Zack wasn't in his room. So, I assumed he was already at the gym, and so I headed on over to get started. I hit the locker room to start changing. A teenager that I had seen in the gym numerous times before, but never talked to, was already there and drying off from his after shower workout. I noticed he had an atrophied arm and must have suffered from some birth defect or whatnot. He looked over at me and smiled and I replied easily "How ya doin?" which he said "Good." and that was it. I got the last of my clothes off, wrapped a towel around my waist, and headed for the steam room (I like to loosen up before I workout). After a few minutes in walks this kid with the same towel used a few moments before to dry off.
He sits just within eyesight as the steam began to fill the room. I can see his form in the midst. No sound but the "phsshhh" of steam for five minutes. Right before the steam turned off I noticed an underlying sound. Like feet slapping against the floor. I ignored it and got up to leave.
As I was exiting I noticed that the form was mirroring me so I decided to try and shake him by going immediately into the sauna.
I walked right in suppressing my bodies urge to go into heatstroke. After winning that small battle I laid down against the wall. Seconds later in walks the teenager. He is searching my face, but I had already hung my head to avoid conversation.
He sat closer this time.
After about four minutes I heard that noise again...a little different, but a pattern nonetheless. I didn't want to awknowledge him or look around the room so I just got up and left.
I stood out in the anteroom between the sauna and the steamroom trying not to faint with all the spinning my head was doing and out walks the teenager. He starts to make small talk and I oblige for a few minutes. But, I feel creeped out by this guy. He wasn't handicapped or suffering from Down's Syndrome he just had this crippled arm.
He started smiling at me all super joy-joy...and that didn't make me feel happy or joyous...I wanted to get the fuck out of Dodge.
I started to walk towards the steam room for another attempt at shaking him only to be intercepted by this kid going in first.
I stand there for a second and realize that this kid is definately following me. I beeline for the locker room to get my gym clothes on so I could get out into the public domain. Once at my locker I realize that I am soaked top to bottom with steam and sweat. It would gross even me out to try and use equipment dripping from ear to ear so I make for the showers.
A minute later in walks the teenager and he starts to shower... again!
One showerhead away from me.
I slouch forward a little to get water in my face and down my neck to make it look like I am in relax-mode. I stay that way for a few minutes until I hear that familar sound again (feet slapping against a wet floor).
I peek to my right to see what is happening with strange boy and there it is. Horror of horrors...he is masturbating with the shower soap. He wasn't looking completely at me just up at me and then back to the wall to get whatever image he wanted refreshed.
In my terror I noticed that he was not only masturbating next to me, and most likely to me, but he had one of the largest dicks I had ever seen on screen or in real life.
The soap bubbles were getting thicker and he was starting to make more sounds. That's when I broke.
I took off out of the shower running to my locker. I put on all my stuff wet.
I ran out of the locker room and out of the gym altogether.
I at first wasn't sure if it was by accident that all that happened and it all became clear when I told Zack the story.
He said he had a strange conversation with this kid a month before and had dismissed it as plain unusual.
Now as I sit here I wonder. How many young bucks encountered this fellow before someone
took it seriously?
Subscribe to:
Comments (Atom)