10-11-2010, 09:49 PM
Thanks for the kind words, Billy
The first segment was a daydream I had whilst waiting at a train station; near me were a group of lads my age on their bikes, and one of them (the one I wrote about) had his shirt off. The experience was kind of a throwback to when I was a sexually confused thir/fourteen year old, and intimacy and violence were mixed up in my head. Regarding other boys, I wasn't sure half the time whether I wanted to beat them up or sleep with them.
As for the second piece, before one of my first nervous breakdowns I was beset by a crippling hatred for my mum, and visiting her became pure hell. Glad you noticed the subdued vitriol, and thanks for complimenting the rhythm I like how you compare it to The Stepford Wives! I hadn't thought of that myself, but in retrospect I see it now.
The third one was an actual dream; I'm glad you noticed that mental journey from fear through resignation to reality. As a child I was terrified of getting lost, disappearing one day and never seeing my family again, and as I've grown I've transferred that fear somewhat onto my younger siblings, so that whenever they're put in my care I fuss and worry constantly.
The first segment was a daydream I had whilst waiting at a train station; near me were a group of lads my age on their bikes, and one of them (the one I wrote about) had his shirt off. The experience was kind of a throwback to when I was a sexually confused thir/fourteen year old, and intimacy and violence were mixed up in my head. Regarding other boys, I wasn't sure half the time whether I wanted to beat them up or sleep with them.As for the second piece, before one of my first nervous breakdowns I was beset by a crippling hatred for my mum, and visiting her became pure hell. Glad you noticed the subdued vitriol, and thanks for complimenting the rhythm
I like how you compare it to The Stepford Wives! I hadn't thought of that myself, but in retrospect I see it now.The third one was an actual dream; I'm glad you noticed that mental journey from fear through resignation to reality. As a child I was terrified of getting lost, disappearing one day and never seeing my family again, and as I've grown I've transferred that fear somewhat onto my younger siblings, so that whenever they're put in my care I fuss and worry constantly.