As my friend and I come in and sit down in the shadows, a bunch of local boys (18-25) come over to us, immediately drop their jeans, and start to play with themselves casually inside their
baggy boxers.
Before long their cocks are all out in plain view and they have erections. Playfully they encourage us to masturbate them (as well as buy them a drink) which of course, we do. Soon one of them comes -
gasping noisily - splattering across his lean
brown stomach.
The three fat guys at the bar, no more than 10 feet from us, see and hear nothing - They are enclosed in a Protecting Veil of Western Misery.
As a species we often choose to misinterpret the sounds and sights before us, as to accept them at face value would mean admitting that our lives are a hollow sham, contained and controlled by the fears and prejudices of our parents and of society.
Sometimes when the schism between different versions of reality intruding into our lives, becomes painful or debilitating we seek medical intervention to shut down our perception of the inconvenient visions…
Perhaps instead we should be seeking the courage to grasp what is really out there.
No matter how hard we try to ignore them, they remain close - feral and generous, grinning at us, glistening in the shadows...
Peter Christopherson
Bangkok August 2007