Harvey Stonewall (loveislove) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-04-21 15:40:00 |
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Current music: | take me or leave me - rent |
Entry tags: | democratic party, lgbtq culture |
take me for what i am, who i was meant to be
Who: LGBTQ Culture and the Democratic Party
Where: Midtown bar
When: Postdated to Wednesday evening
Warnings: Extreme awkwardness, alcohol.
Distractions were needed. Glibt dove into work with a fervour he hadn't raised within himself since the California fight. Coordinating various legal efforts from behind the scenes wasn't always easy, but Glibt flourished at it, loved it and best of all, it kept his mind from lashing out in anger toward Mark. He hadn't expected a thing. Obviously, it couldn't continue and he was thankful for the time he'd been allowed to experience but... he wanted the friendship back. He wanted to make sure the cause wouldn't be hurt by his mistake, he wanted to... Hell, he just wanted to be around Mark again. The feelings were still there, they always would be. The attraction would never leave. Now, it just felt like he had ruined one of his closet friendships.
Work wasn't enough. It couldn't be enough.
That was how Glibt found himself dressed simply; dark red, tight t-shirt and black jeans under his usual casual leather jacket and pushing the door to a random bar open. Straight, gay, it didn't matter. He could always find someone to go home with, to enjoy for a night and to watch leave in the morning. His people weren't all good, they used each other for sex and Glibt had that aspect in him too. Maybe some pretty young thing just over the age of consent or perhaps an older man who would dominate him so he didn't have to think, he could merely be; hurt; scream.
It was a sick desire but Glibt scanned the bar with his eyes and mind and found one of his, a politics professor in his early forties and the same look of intelligence in his eyes that Mark always seemed to carry. With an inward sigh, he crossed the bar to slid in next to him on a bar stool, turning to him with a wide smile that made the older man instantly want to take him home. Glibt's eyebrows rose when he scanned the professor's mind, finding out just what he liked in bed.
Glibt licked his lips at the thought of handcuffs. This was what he needed for now.