Showing posts with label youth. Show all posts
Showing posts with label youth. Show all posts

Saturday, 27 April 2013

Wanted: Sexy, Virile Youth!



Senile, grey-haired, balding elder seeking relationship with sexy, virile youth.
Me: Arthritic, ageing and forgetful with varicose veins, piles and a hernia.
You: Confident, narcissus, articulate and intelligent with a mistrust of authority and a disdain for paternalistic platitudes. Your pulsating hormones drive you to copulate preferentially with young bodies and my old carcass will disgust you.
I have nothing to offer but myself as a living example of the magnificent tenacity of life. A gnarled old oak simply existing! I have no wisdom to offer other than: ‘indispensable wisdom is un-dispensible’.
You will generate your own wisdom by learning from your own experience and by developing a sense of discernment: the capacity to judge the consequences of your actions. For this there are no prophets, no seers, no gurus, no oracles to guide you.
You will do what you do to get what you want. You will do what you do to get what you need. You will do what you do to fit in, to gain approval, to soothe a sense of having been marginalised, isolated and invalidated. With discernment, however, you will sense the inevitable direction your path must follow in spite of these influences.
In the realm of queerdom, we are one, you and I. The hurt you push on me will cause you pain. Yet every one of your new learnings will spin a thread of the finest silk to cocoon all of our tribe. Together we will crysa-lyse the ugly frog-skin of conformity and cast it from our backs to reveal the satin smooth faerie-wings of our truest natures.

The Greek philosopher Socrates said “My friends, why do you care so much about laying up the greatest amount of money and honour and reputation and so little about wisdom, truth and the greatest improvement of the soul?” He said this not as a wise man to the youth of Athens. He did not consider himself wise. He was speaking to those Athenian elders who proclaimed themselves as wise. His gentle ridicule of the pompous was a great entertainment to the young men who gathered to watch old Socrates in action. He was ultimately accused of corrupting the youth of the State with his ideals, found guilty at trial and was sentenced to a forced suicide death by self administered hemlock poisoning.

So, as GaySocrates, I say to those elders in our gay community who put great store by material wealth, social standing and assimilation: Where is your wisdom? Find and feed your souls!

And to you my sweet, tender youth I say simply: Be who you are and become who you are meant to become!

And when I die, which I surely will, and most probably many years before you, I shall have the final words of Socrates inscribed on my headstone.

The hour of departure has arrived and we must go on our ways;
I to die and you to live.
Which is better?
God only knows!

Saturday, 14 April 2012

SEX, SEX, AND MORE SEX!



Hello queer child! Now that I have your attention, read on and be afraid!

I am the accursed Troll of Queerdom. You should be pleased to be making my acquaintance and grateful for all I have done to make your queer youth more tolerable for you than mine was for me.

I have tasted of the Tree of Knowledge and my punishment is that I now know I am always right. Because I have wisdom to give in abundance you need to keep quiet and listen attentively. You will be helped by hearing about everything I have learned.

I have opinions about everything. Your opinion will inevitably be wrong because you are young and you do not have my wealth of experience. I am an intellectual and I have suffered. I am bitter with the truth that the world is intrinsically bad.

People in general- and you, in particular, my pupil- are not to be trusted. You have no self-awareness. Your understanding comes from your projections and the reflections of these, which, you see as mirages in the shadows. Nothing you believe to be so is true.

Know of me. Know of my name. See how clever I am! Show respect to me. Worship at my shrine! I am your master, your elder and your better.

I am old and disgusting. I am repulsive. I am grotesque. I am decaying. Death is ugly. And, as eternally youthful and immortal as you believe yourself to be, you are dying too- young one. Look at me now beautiful baby. I am your ancient, vile reflection from the future. Be very afraid!

I am righteously indignant that I am not fully appreciated. That I am not approved of after the pain of all my hard work. Why does no one pat me on the head?

I am angry that my looks no longer command attention. The easy access to erotic adventure- free to me when I was seen as sexy and alluring- is gone forever.

I am disappointed and sad that my trove of wisdom is way past its sell-by date. My grip on the modern world is tenuous so I continually hark back to how the world used to be. It gives me a sense of security.

Sometimes I regret the choices I have made. And I find ways to re-live my life through the advice I liberally dispense to today's youth.

I am scared about the degenerating state of my body. I am afraid of chronic illness and pain. I want to believe that death doesn't worry me. But I'm petrified!

Young One- do you love me?

If you do, then you have the wisdom of youth and I am ready to learn!

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