Once upon a time there was a man who did not understand society. And when I speak of this man, who regards society as an unfathomable monster, understand that I am speaking universally of each individual thinker. But there was one man in particular, a man among them, who did not understand society. And what separates him from the other individual thinkers was his unmistakable desire for love, his desire for affection, and his utter honesty in it. He was, in many ways and like other thinkers, a hero. And while their understanding of social romance may be below average, there is no denying that their love journey is as romantic as they become.
Our hero is named Cassidy, and our journey takes us to America’s bars, pubs, and clubs, to raves and hangouts, anywhere there is a girl lurking for our hero’s affection. Unlike the other lovers, looking for a score or a partner, Cassidy was in these clubs and bars because, as explained many times, she was human. It was his devotion to truth and honesty that made him an unlikely character in this scene. He was fearless, allowing this truth and honesty to shine through even in threatening situations. As a career, Cassidy was a janitor. She worked in a mall, cleaning things, cleaning tables in the food court, picking up trash. It didn’t bother him at all. Earning $ 2.00 above the minimum hourly wage, he lived a very restricted lifestyle.
There was a club, Club Down And Out, that our friend Cassidy frequented. Here there were casual contacts, as well as friends and lovers. A man would flirt with a woman saying, “You’re fine, I’m fine, why don’t we just leave this place and do something about it?” Cassidy could hear him and he would be confused. It was fully understood what the man wanted, but the way he presented himself, under the cloak of lies, was what confused Cassidy. Sure, it may be true that phrases like, “Nice shoes, do you want to sleep with me?” among others, they may be out of date and rarely used. But according to Cassidy, although the pickup lines changed, the attitude was just as old-fashioned.
Cassidy had heard enough, sometimes men and women were approaching her, sometimes she saw men approaching women and women approaching men, or men approaching men and women approaching women, and the phrases to flirt he had heard were not at all attractive. Some were successful and some failed, but all were filled with a superficiality that was completely inhuman to him. It was time to act, and the object of affection was a girl sitting alone in a booth. He had dreadlocks, thick and natural, which may have been what caught Cassidy’s attention. Anything that separated from this unreal reality would be sexy to him. Dreadlocks and a Dead Kennedies t-shirt. He sat in the booth next to her. She searched.
“Will you speak to me? Because like every human being, I long for the physical touch of intimacy, I value the moments of reverence that are manifested through our actions, I consider that the fired affection is a supreme act of kindness, Because only my wishes Humans drive me to be with you, someone as beautiful and individual as you. And you, like me, are just a human, so the drive cannot vary much between us. “
The girl got up from the booth and began to walk away. Cassidy continued speaking.
“You will love me, as I want to love you, because your body is the poetry of life, because your face is a jewel, because I know that the passion you have is incomparable. Because, like every human being, you are an individual, and I love you because of that “.
She was in the crowd, disappeared, out of sight.
“Will you give me that kiss, that moment, that night, so that I can remember forever the smell of your soul, the taste of your body, the lingering desire to be forever in your arms? Just feel the warmth of your flesh and your body, so that there is nothing to distract me from the beauty of someone so out of reach of society, so that I know nothing but the pure happiness of yourself. “
She had walked ten miles away.
“Can I sit here forever, looking into your eyes, without forgetting that there is no one like you? Will you give me your time, so that I can offer you my body and my love? Will you give me your lust, so that I can fulfill?”
She was in another city.
“Will you let me caress your stomach, kiss your neck, nibble your thighs, give you that last kiss shared between the angel of loneliness and the demon of misery? I don’t want to be a lost child, looking forever, allowing each flower to pass me by , the indulgence of charity given only to me, and I do not want to pass for another flower, smelling so sweet in the summer air, as beautiful as the last fall. to be delivered to a kingdom of regrets as well as a kingdom of errors. “
She was in another state.
“Give me a moment of holding and I will give you everything. Emotion like no other, truth inscribed in the enduring heart of humanity, the tangible pleasures of our reality lighting the candles of our existence. Let me touch your face so that I can show you what I mean. Give me that one chance for kindness and reverence. Don’t let me sink into the dark abyss of nothingness. I’m not a nobody and I wouldn’t want to be let through. I can give only what any other human being can give you. , love and desire, fermenting in the barrel of loneliness, given the soft glow and illuminating light of a beautiful and passionate sight like you. They were as sincere in their sensuality as I was, they were as real in his body as I, we were so alive as I am here today. Awakened, with lust and vitality, to find something too valuable to give, to find someone too valuable to leave, to discover something deep within all of us, that makes us everything. s Still, I want you to touch me in a way that only anyone else can. That is why I ask you to give me that opportunity … “
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He stepped away from the crowd and hugged Cassidy.
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