There is something special about a person that makes them, at least in your own eyes, great. Often it is an unexpected stranger that suddenly grabs hold of your attention, perhaps as it regularly happens, but some of these are exceptionally special. Yes there are variants as each and everyone is unique. Truly an individual all is an amazing product of genetics that in a billion years you will not again find. So what is it that drives us to this ability, thought, beauty or dreams of others? I yet do not know. It surely must be our own infrastructure that responds to this beauty. Alas, but I am not a neurologist, geneticist, doctor, nurse, none of these yet I am.
The little I do know is my attraction for others. I speak of the more innocent and pleasant attraction, the one that persists some how. Like a color that brings joy to your eyes so much that you dream awake as you quietly observe. As it so often I find my self falling asleep thinking of men. Though I doubt I’ll speak of the few I fall asleep to in my mind for they are very real and rather intimate. Instead I’ll speak those that I often see, yet never met. The more platonic dreams are the most comfortable to share.
I honestly hope that no one takes offense, yet if one does please do not hesitate to contact me. I understand that in our society some of these men will not be too happy with what they read, though sadly I can’t help to guide my attention from everyone. I do try to target those who could welcome it, but in this place orientation is blind. What I mean is that a person is a person regardless. A geek is a geek, and a nerd is a nerd be he a man or she a woman. I wish to cause no shame or displease anyone, but simply to share my feelings and to build an archive of memories so that one day I can look back and remember those faces I once as a young man thought of and wonder whatever became of him
Sincerely,
Alim Rahman (J.L.)
