Stream of Consciousness
Word of the Day: へとへと
I am in Japanese class and the Japanese teacher is scolding everyone about the test. I am correcting everyone's wrong answer they are blurting out while writing this so I am like, just not in the mood. I understand her frustration though, I mean I don't really get to practice Japanese anywhere except with Yukki san, but he is talking in a stream and it is just.. yea.
By Kayla McIntosh11 months ago in Confessions
SECOND LIFE:. AI-Generated.
Rayan Khan lived a quiet, nearly invisible lifestyles in Lahore. At 32, he had no circle of relatives, few pals, and a recurring that hardly ever changed. every morning, he walked to his small photograph layout studio, sipped chai on the equal nook stall, and again to a modest condo packed with books and silence. He was content—or at least he idea he turned into.
By The Writer...A_Awan11 months ago in Confessions
Word of the Day: おばさん
I don't really need to write anything but I think I want to just get used to sitting at the dining table again to work on homework. I need to work on the presentation tomorrow but I am trying to follow my todo list faithfully and it says that homework is up next.
By Kayla McIntosh11 months ago in Confessions
Word of Day: 練習
Yea, I think I am sort of getting sick. I feel like jittery and my cheeks are hot. When I get home I need to sleep and drink some tea or something. I am not sure what I am doing but deep in my gut, I feel off for some reason, even past physical. I feel spiritually/mentally off right now. I don't know why. I hope I am not getting sick.
By Kayla McIntosh11 months ago in Confessions
Mother, I have things haunting me
Dear Mother, Am just hoping you can hear me. That the singing of the angels is not so loud to block out what I am trying to say to you. You know I have always wanted to ask you, “how does it feel to be in heaven?”. But every time I try, I choke on my words. Maybe it is a sign am not supposed to ask about that side of things. It has been two decades now since your death in that car accident. At that time, I was still a new born baby, just having entered this world, completely clueless of what was in store for me. Your death was like a strike of lighting, it came without notice. It was a storm in a dark night and left many of us paralyzed up to this very moment. You did not get the chance to hug me or take me for long walks along the beach. And for the times I dreamt that there were monsters under my bed, I woke up screaming alone for I had believed it is only mothers who saved their children from such bad dreams. Lately, my mind has been playing tricks on me, wanting me to believe that I have seen you somewhere in the mall, grocery store or on the train. But I guess that is how my body is still trying to cope with the grief even after all these years. Because how can I start seeing ghosts of you when the only things you left me with were pictures of you. I don’t know why but I still tell everyone the legend of how you disappeared, maybe to calm my nerves a bit. Mother, those years of when I was just a baby are long gone, am now a big boy. Am studying college and very soon I will be graduating with a degree in French literature but I know, just like everyone else that you won’t be around to congratulate me upon finishing college. That’s ok because I completely understand everything. Mama, this is probably like the seventeenth letter am writing to you. I have been doing this since I was three. It has always been a secret ritual of mine, one I can’t do without. It makes May one of my best months, better than December. I remember the first letter I wrote to you, father said that we would have to wait for the doves to come pick it and bring to heaven. But now I know, that there is no such a thing, it was all some sort fairytale. Am not complaining. Today’s letter I should say is a little bit special, because for the first time, I am writing from my heart and it freaks me out. For the record, I have never been an open book. I have always kept to myself which is not surprising because I was told you were exactly like me, introverted. I want to let you in on a secret but promise me you won’t cringe. Call it a sad beautiful confession, I heard everybody has one. Mine has been buried so deep, like a pirate’s treasure, never having seen the light of day. You very well know you are among the few people that I trust. So, where do I begin? Okay I hope this doesn’t sound awful but mum, I am gay. I like men and I have known this about myself for quite some time now. I have been exploring what it means. It has taught me to be patient and love myself unconditionally because where I live now, it’s sort of like a big crime being gay, you’re are either straight or straight. I haven’t even told father about it because I don’t know how he will take it. Being gay is hard but being a black gay man is even harder. I haven’t seen any stronger widowers like father. Telling him may turn his whole world upside down. I don’t want that. When I first realized around age ten that I had these feelings for other boys, I would cry myself to sleep, begging God to take away that part of me. Every Sunday, I would debate whether to go to church or not as I believed God did not want me there. At school, it became harder for me to focus as the bullies were always on my back calling me all sorts of names. I almost dropped out of high school because it had occurred to me that that was not a space for people like us. Nowadays, I do not pray to God to make me straight, I pray for his blessings and protection and I think he has answered some of my prayers. Last summer, I think I met the lover of my life, Rio. It was actually bizarre because it happened on the internet, of all places. On our first date, I was nervous and even had plans of sabotaging any future meetings with him but I later realized that was me in anxious mode. Rio is sweet, kind, lovely, handsome and above all God fearing. He is the man of my dreams and some day I hope to marry him. It’s crazy but I have always envisioned being a father, having my small family to travel the world with. I think Rio will also make a good father. On the other hand, part of me is worried, like pretty badly. How do I face the people I love, to tell them I have been living a lie all my life. How do I explain to them that I haven’t been my authentic self for over ten years. Won’t some of my friends and family run away after hearing about my little secret? It is some of those fears that have kept me long in the closet. It’s times like this that I wish you were here, to tell me that it is all well that ends well. Mother, I need you. Am just hoping you can hear me.
By Alana Zian11 months ago in Confessions
Word of the Day: 癌
This weekend I didn't get anything done unfortunately... I don't regret it though, it does kind of suck but... What happened was that Sebastian cancelled with me. We were planning on having fun together this weekend, I even bought some lingerie he liked and it was going to come some time in the afternoon.
By Kayla McIntosh11 months ago in Confessions
