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You know the drill.

Yes, there's a Fiction and Ghosts version in the main area, but I won't limit this one similarly. You don't even have to write poetry,
but you can if you wish, of course.

Love letters, secret messages, threadjacking, generalized rants about Stuff, flirtation and anything else you feel like doing is perfectly fine here, although I'd love it if this didn't contain all the conventional Lit-based drama one sees in some of the other versions of this thread. As a precious friend of mine said recently, "Conversations are natural and organic, and should be allowed to go where they go."

So. Have at it. I'll even start.
 
Dear X

I know that you, as well as everyone else, are wondering if upbj's turned her arse into a jigsaw puzzle...

or something.
 
Dear X

I know that you, as well as everyone else, are wondering if upbj's turned her arse into a jigsaw puzzle...

or something.

Dear Really Scary AV person of whom I am otherwise terribly fond,

It was always a jigsaw puzzle.

And there are several important pieces missing.

bj
 
Dear Imaginary Friend,

Please bring the rabbit costume next time. I get to be Jimmy Stewart.

And some Swedish Fish. I love those.

bj


Dear Z,

Do not lose faith in yourself. It really will be okay, eventually. I promise.

bj


Dear X,

It's everywhere. EVERYWHERE! MUAHAHAHAHAHA!

love, your boschian tormenter.

Dear Y,

You can't possibly imagine it. It's entirely too huge. And it's too real, as well. But I'll keep trying.

love,
bj
 
Dear Lorencino,

your reviews of Cal Y. Pygia's work are kicking my ass. I've been catching up on the review thread and you are delving into that poet with a fervor that really impresses me. I come from quite an opposite point of view, lovemap-wise; gay male sex is something I could read about all day, and it's particularly cool that you're going at this assessment without the standard bias. Keep it up, baby. It's one reason I love having you back.

bj


Dear UYS,

your new AV is COMPLETELY ADORABLE.

BJ


Dear Scary Champie,

nicely amusing. Thanks.

bj
 
Dear X,

If this is not a monologue
and you've accepted PM's now,
then I'll reply with dialogue
and ask you first to take a bow.

bj
 
Alright, I've tried to be subtle, and it's simply not working. Sorry. In desperation:

*edited cos it worked*

bj
 
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You really do need to visit more often.

Last night, for example, was completely hilarious.

And tonight holds a certain amount of promise as well.

bj
I know some people think your current av looks like a jigsaw puzzle (oddly cut all into squares), but I think it's like more cheesecloth.

And, yes, you may interpret that comment however you may. :)
 
Dear Debauched Denizens and Feisty Facilitator of the same,

Thanks for your constant support
Healthy sexuality
Astonishing kindness
Neat scotch
Kinky play
Your gentle chiding of idiocy
Open armed embraces and
Unconditional acceptance
 
I used to fret and rack my brain
and really wonder "why"
but as of late, the sentiment
is just fuck off and die..
 
Dear Rose B.,

I have no idea why or how you thought of me. Why, why, why, I'm wondering. I don't even remember you. It's been so many years since I would have interacted with you that I can't even attempt to count them. I have no idea who you are. I'm not even sure I would know if you came right up to me. And yet you gave me this card (through my father). I can't tell if it's just something incidental, or if it's real. God, I would love if it was real. I suppose that's where faith ought to take over.

I've not excelled at faith of late. In fact, I've been a very poor student. How can you have faith if you feel you're staring at it from a glassed-in sideline? How is that your faith? How can you place a possessive on something so far out of reach? Out of the motion of your body and your mind?
It doesn't seem to make sense like that. Maybe it does, but I don't see myself capable of some amazing act of hero snatching handiwork either. No ability to swoop in and make it mine again. It's become more of a museum relic; a little cubby of something I used to be. Now a different shape will have to be forged. Hopefully without the museum this time. There's no room for glass in my life. I'm a silent breaker.

But anyway, Rose, thank you for the note. I want so much for it to be true.
So much.

A.
 
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