I realized I’ve been a pampered child in the terms of companionship. I’ve always had a brother to tease, to protect, to love, to hate. And even if my bro and I weren’t on good terms for the day, I’d always just go hang out with my dog. Existing in silence. That’s what I’ve always loved about these two.
summer, drinking beer on the porch. Bowl of peaches, peanuts. The sounds of crickets in the high grass, the low hum of cars just a corner away. The smell of soap bubbles, still on my hands.
One is underground, giving me plump strawberries for the picking.
Another is at work, bringing home leftover pastries when he comes back.
I love how straight English men call each other “Darling.” I’d love to work that into my daily conversations, but American men are so goddamn homophobic. Even the so-called “liberal” ones. I hate how men relate — or don’t relate — to each other.
“This phrase derives from the fact that, during early English theater, actresses were poorly paid and often used prostitution to supplement their income. Because of these “loose morals”, clergymen spent a lot of time with these actresses… trying to get them to turn from their sinful ways. Thus, it was a common occurrence for actresses to confess their sexual sins to these clergymen (bishops). Somewhere along the line (and nobody knows exactly where or when), it became common then to say “as the actress said to the bishop” or alternatively “said the actress to the bishop” any time someone uttered a phrase that could be taken sexually, if viewed in the correct light.”