MythOfHappiness

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Hi guys. MoH here. So, a little backstory. I am currently embroiled in a torrid love affair with my gardener, Jesus and his brother Paulo. The three of us make sweet, sweet love in the pool shed whenever my mother is away on one of her European jaunts. And now that I have your attention, I am actually in a long-term relationship with a man who is much older and more experienced than myself. He is my first everything. I was raised in a small town in Oklahoma and there wasn't much opportunity for a young gay man to date or really experience anything aside from the palm of my hand and the occasional gay film watched with headphones so that my family couldn't hear (not that kind, though there was some of that as well). You could say I went into this relationship blind and have been learning as I go along. My question is, how do I learn how to love (something a straight person does at age 16) as a 19 year old grown man? I feel like I missed out on some kind of crucial growing period by waiting to have my first kiss until I was 18. Sometimes I feel like it is downright cruel to my partner when I make some stupid mistake or treat him poorly simply because I never learned anything different. Do you all have any tips on how to learn how love is supposed to work without doing more unnecessary harm to my innocent boyfriend? Thank you.

“Conor Oberst looks like a Vampire.” “So. How he looks doesn’t change the music. Also, who asked you?” “God, you’re so weird. Why do you like this emo-ass music?” “Hey, fuck you. Get out of my head if you don’t want to hear it.” “You know I can’t do that. And I didn’t say I didn’t like the song. It’s just emo as fuck.” “I know that. I don’t need to justify my musical tastes to you. Anyway, shouldn’t you be focusing on that test?” “It’s just calculus. I know calculus.” As if to prove this,

The plot thickens. I'm very excited to see what happens next.

When it hurts you’ll know it’s the right thing We’re laying next to each other The curtains are drawn My stomach aches You say those words “I don’t think you love me” For once, it's hard to lie In the shadow of the midday sun The truth comes out And I agree Maybe I don’t. You are shocked. You don’t believe me. How could I say something so mean? How could I hurt you like this? How could I? My insides burn

I left you alone But still you won’t leave Oh, I left you alone But you’re still on my sheets Please, I left you alone Won’t you leave me in peace?

“I’ve never tried to do this on purpose before. I’m sorry if it doesn’t work.” “It’s alright. There’s no pressure, it’s just a practice test. Not important at all.” His tone and general demeanor console me somewhat and I feel marginally more relaxed. On the table in front of me are a series of objects - pictures, old toys, some jewelry, and (somewhat disturbingly) an assortment of various colored locks of hair. I look back up at the man in the suit and he smiles reassuringly. I’m not rea

She looks out the window at the endless, many-shaded blue of the sky and the ocean. Or maybe I should say gazes, the way her eyes look you can tell she’s not really seeing what’s in front of her. There’s a magazine in her lap and it’s open to some article about some turmoil in some country that’s all sun and sand, does it really matter which one? The man in the aisle seat next to her waves at the flight attendant “Bloody Mary… hey, you want anything?” He turns to the woman. She doesn’t

I need some advice On how to live my life I need some help I have to decide Because even no choice is a choice in it’s own way So there’s this guy This really sweet, Mean, infuriating Kind, loving guy Who wants to love me so fucking bad And I let him And I lied to him I think. Maybe? Did I? I told him that I loved him And I told him it again And again And now I’m so lost And he’s so kind He lo

I’m not right for you I’m playing with you I’m using you You’re nothing to me This is wrong How can you not see? How can you be so stupid? I’m not who you think I am I’m not worth all this pain What I’m doing is wrong I have to end this Why can’t you see how bad I am? Why can’t you end it for me? Why do you love me? How can you be so wrong? I don’t love you I never have So why do I keep fuck

I’ve been biting the inside of my cheek again. The scars there were barely healed, Only to be split open The first time I saw you It’s so soft, And I can taste you, and blood Copper and sunlight Salt and sweet And now I’m smiling at you And you start - “What happened?!” Oh, nothing. Nothing at all. “But you’re bleeding?” And I laugh, And wipe a little of my blood Off the corner of your mouth Yo

Why are you so scared? Why does your heart stop when you have to think about any moment that isn’t the next one? Why do you still convince yourself that love isn’t real when you see it on the face of every person you’ve ever met? Why don’t you feel? What are you afraid of?

Amazing and sweet. 10/10

I like Alice Isn't Dead as well, haven't heard of King Falls. I'll have to look into it. Thanks for the suggestion.

What are some of your favorite podcasts? Bonus points if they have LGBT themes. Personally I really like The Bright Sessions (really great about realistic LGB representation, and even an asexual main character), The Magnus Archives, (some LGBT rep, but it’s a horror podcast so pretty much everybody dies… don’t hold it against them. ), Welcome to Night Vale (Another horror podcast, though admittedly a more silly version of horror. The narrator is a gay, HIV+ man and his character in the show is the same… to the extent that it is sometimes hard to tell which is which) and The Adventure Zone (A podcast about three straight white guys playing D&D that unexpectedly contains some very positive representation, including a gay main character and his transgender twin sister).

Too old for me, You say As I smile and give you the look Too old You think as I taste your lips Too distant I say, pulling back Too far away The gap I’ve made Stretches for miles I’m over here, And you’re there With the rest of them And I don’t know how to build A bridge across You think it’s you I know it’s not Too old you say, As I kiss your neck From the wrong side of the bottom

Whoa! It embeded a whole video! Cool! Not my intention, but I like it.

Just a couple short stories, by me MOH. Similar to my poems, this will be updated sporadically, whenever the muses take me.

Matt and I are somewhere. Our location doesn’t really make sense, there’s a pool but right next to it there’s a room with a tv and games and stuff. Matt goes into the room but I look at the pool. I think for not very much time then I strip down to my underwear and jump in. Swimming happens. Then my shirt somehow falls into the water so I swim down to get it. When I surface I find the principal’s face looking down at me. “What are you doing in there?” “Swimming?” “Well stop it.” I climb out of th

My god. That was amazing. I sheepishly admit to having read ahead. Seriously incredible.

Sometimes I think about beauty and water. How one is impossible without the other I think about the way the Colorado sunset Slid into that crystal lake and how There was no one around but me And the silence and the wind And the way that the beauty of it all Struck me, and how I was sad Because I knew that I would only feel like this A few times in my entire life And I knew that this moment, This perfection, Could never last forev

I breathe Slowly and steadily I am calm I am always calm Always You come into the room Or rather, You That fictionalized You In my head Is someone else entirely They’ve got me pushed up against the wall They think they’ve scared me And I let them think that Because I don’t want to scare You In my head You recognize me In my head You’re brave In my head You run to us In my head You save me In my head

Hey. So. It’s been a long time. Since I saw you, Since you left me Do you remember the last thing I said to you In that hall outside my apartment In the pale fluorescent light Just before you walked away It wasn’t goodbye It would never be that And it wasn’t I love you Because I would never lie to you No, it was none of that Instead, it was “I hope you remember me” And do you remember the l

I stop In the middle of the path I feel the sun I breath in, long and deep I feel the wind It’s cool, and damp And it ruffles my hair And I smile And I take a moment to myself Before I have to walk on. I look ahead, The path stretches out before me Long and winding, And I can’t tell what’s behind the next bend And I don’t know if I should be excited or terrified I turn and I look back And I

I enter the din and clash Of the cafeteria Clutching my tray And glancing from side to side Searching for somewhere quiet By quiet, I of course simply mean less loud. There is no truly quiet place In this packed room In this crowded building I find a spot, Near the back of the room A table, almost empty Save a single Goth Chick Truly, the high school promised land. I point myself to That one tru