Desperate Gayboy

A friend of mine once told me that I'd make a good actor if there's a gay version of Desperate Housewives. I didn't give a damn about it, because at the time, I was not a fan. I didn't watch the show regularly. I thought that watching the girls struggled for love and relationship was a bit of out-of-my-league.

But I do now. In fact, that's one of the many reasons that I don't update my blog regularly. *grin*

Well, I used to be a person who considered himself as 'not-desperate' enough to do dumb things. Hey, I might be dark and twisted, scary and damaged, drama-queeny and in-denial, but at least, I am not desperate enough. But after watching the five seasons of the show, I could really tell that I AM DESPERATE.

How so? Lets see.
I am the gay version of Susan Mayer (Teri Hatcher). I am clumsy, I believe in fairy-tale, I am not really good in handling people, and at the top of all, I am not capable of being happy. I have a tendency to sabotage my own relationship. If everything is going too smooth, I would find another reason to bitch around, to not feel contended, and then looking forward for another drama to come. Then when everything is too late, I'd feel sorry, I'd regret all the things I've said and done, and I'd dwell in the past. I am insecure all the time, because everyone just does better than me. The worst? I keep sending mixed and wrong signal that most of the time, I drive people I like away and people I dont really like closer.

Now, on difference worth-mentioning here is that in the show, there were 5 guys (five, right?) approaching her. Karl, the first ex-husband, a lawyer who cheated on her but then realised that she was the love of his life. Mike, the second ex-husband, a plumber who loved her more than himself that he understood her that much, a gentleman who'd look after Susan from afar. Ian, an editor (editor or publisher?) from England - Gosh he had such a lovely dialect - who fell in love just twice. Ron, a medical doctor, who finally left her for he realised that her heart couldnt contain another man than Mike. And finally, Jackson, a painter who asked her to marry him so that he wasn't deported back to Canada. Obviously, Susan chose Mike. But you know who I'd choose? Either Ron or Ian. Ron, because I have a silly obsession about doctor things, and Ian, because he has a sexy dialect.

I am desperate, aren't I? Childishly desparate in a dreamy manner. I hang myself so tight to my silly fairy tale dream, seeking excuse that it's okay to believe in a fairy tale, that there really is a 'happily-ever-after' awaiting in the end. It is okay, let me be clear. But it's not right to throw away any chance to be happy right now, at this very moment, just because the person we're with right now can't live up to our dream.

The very same friend -who told me the desperate gayboy thing- also said that it's better being alone than badly accompanied. But I am not Edie Britt. Nobody's perfect. Nobody can be like what we want. And now it's time for me to compromise.

How about you? Which desperate housewives are you?

Excluded..

You have a boyfriend. You have a loving family. You have caring friends. You have a job that could afford you some luxury you've been dreaming of. There's nothing wrong with your life. It's not perfect, but you could deal with it. You go to office in the morning - which you hate, because you prefer to sleep till noon - and then get back in the evening: tired, but happy because one day at office is officially over. The town you live in? Boy, it's not like what you really want, but you still could cope with it. So, you tell yourself: I am fine. I am fine. I am fine. Repeatedly, just to convince yourself. Three times, just to make it sound sturdy.

But have you ever had a feeling like you're somehow excluded? That somehow there's something missing in your life? Well, I am not being a drama queen here, nor greedy. I do count my own blessing. I do express some gratitude everyday. Yet, there's this hole I just dont know where and how to fill it in...

No, I am not being mellow again. I am lonely. I am desperate. I am horny. Yet soon as all the lust has been transformed into the orgasm, all the joy and feeling are just gone. The room inside my heart is suddenly empty and silent again. The me suddenly is not so crowded anymore. And somehow, I feel guilty. Guilty for not being better. Guilty to let the lust take in the way. Guilty that I am not with my boyfriend. And to the top of it, guilty because.. I am gay...

There's no single moment passed by without me wishing that I were not a gay. But this is not a choice. Because there's no option. I need to fix this. I know it. Or I am going to explode, pretty soon..

Everything lies in silence..

It was like waking up in a cold dark room. All you can see is in white, black, or gray. You gasp, you try to take a real deep breath. Yet somehow, the air is not there. The oxygen is missing. And when you look around, you see him. Him, standing over there, watching you. No smile, no same familiar look. No warmth, no anything.

But this time, you dont feel the pain. You dont feel the fear. You feel nothing. Because your system recognize this all. You know this. This is familiar, as years ago, it has happened. You just can't believe that everything's just coming back to you. So you stop looking around. You throw your gaze to him.

Everything is just.. a mere silence.
It doesnt take you long that you finally realize. There's a missing piece. A missing piece that makes your puzzle can't be solved. A missing piece that takes your happiness away. A missing piece that reminds you maybe your journey hasnt reached the happily-ever-after. That perhaps, you have to keep going.

You thought this time would be different. You thought there cant be anything wrong. But time tells you that you're wrong. Time proves anything to you, even those that you choose not to believe.

So the only thing left to do is to choose. To let go, or to stay silent. Silent, until something happens. Anything....



I choose to stay silent.