Kiss The Rain by Yiruma
I’ve been into piano pieces lately. It helps soothe my micobiology infested brain to relax, and remind me to breathe.
“Objectionable Content”
So, here’s the thing. I posted an article on this online site. It got deleted, twice so I wrote a letter to their editors and here is their vague response.
They didn’t particularly say what “objectionable content” is since my article didn’t contain nudity, drug use, profanity, or violence. It was a piece about sexuality. Fearing that it won’t see the light of day, I am posting the article here. You be the judge if this article contains the so-called “objectionable content”.
THIS IS THE STORY OF A BOY AND A BOY WHO JUST ARE.
Isaiah was sitting in the most uncomfortable high stool in the coffee shop while Pete was somewhere inside the supermarket, buying anything that has a packaging that is in the least bit interesting to him. A book, always was his constant companion, always fulfills the need whatsoever at any moment. They have been there through ups and downs, and quite frankly the worlds and people that the authors create scare him less than actual travelling and meeting new acquaintances appeals to him.
He then sees the vague silhouette of the man who has made him believe that he is worthy of being loved. Peter was the one who made him accept who he is and adhered to him no matter how he tried to push him away. Hauling in grocery bags that are heavier than him, carrying them with the vigor comparable to a child. It amazes him how hard he tries at everything. He himself is not so bad but he was a jack-of-all-trades and Pete is better than him in every sense of the word. A young man, probably their age seemed to be eyeing him up, trying to hit on him. Jealousy surges inside Isaiah but he held back. His temper had been flaring up to an unhealthy level lately. Actually, scratch that. He experienced a whole range of off-the-top emotions since meeting Peter that fateful night. Never has he recovered back to that balance and plain indifference he had for anything remotely existent. Knowing how Pete will react to help, he continued reading, and re-reading without comprehension that same sentence he already has for fourteen times.
Suddenly, the unmistakable presence of the man he loves is upon him. He was grinning from ear to ear and yet Isaiah paid him no heed and continued pretending to read. Pete then waved a chocolate stick between Isaiah and the book he was reading. Oh no. He loved and loathed this game with equal measure. Peter bit one end of the stick and put on his pleading eyes, urging him to do the same on the other side. He stared at the boy he loved, waving the chocolate covered stick back and forth. Isaiah felt his cheeks go hot. Knowing how this was going to end, he scratched his pony-tailed head and bit the other end. Pete was smiling while Isaiah bit his end of the stick getting closer, closer… He noticed that Peter looked too pleased and he felt butterflies inhabit his stomach yet again. For that smile, he would do anything. And then the intimacy of the situation shocked him like lighting. They were doing this at a public place. So he broke the stick, halfway from being finished.
Peter groaned, obviously not a fan of him breaking the only rule of the game. Isaiah looked away and smiled at the hilarity of the moment. Never in a thousand years could he have imagined doing this with someone, anyone at all. He munched at the broken piece of chocolate stick in his mouth, remembering it was there in the first place. Pete was making some weird dinosaur noises while quietly, slowly trying to munch his broken end of the stick, and he made the mistake of looking at the man he so deeply loved. He had that look on his face, that same one he does when he tries to repress himself from crying. But traitor tears were starting to fall from the edges of his eyes.
Panic overcame him - the usual calm demeanor gone, fidgeting, not knowing how to mend the situation. On an act of impulse, he tried to salvage the minute part of the stick left on Pete’s mouth. He kissed him regardless of his moral conduct and pretentious decency views. He kissed him regardless of the people who impolitely stared at them. He kissed him regardless of the evil looks the guy earlier is throwing him. He kissed him because he wants to, and because Pete is his to keep.
Once awakened from his stupor, he sighed more in relief than anything else. He loved this energetic, loving, and intelligent young man and for reasons still unfathomable to him, he loved him back. The urgency to which Pete returned his kisses is proof enough of that. And then the mentality placed upon him by the same society to which he belongs reminded him of the see-through glass panes acting as walls in front of him. Public display of attention of what other people call “homosexuals” is abhorred by most. What they don’t see is the elephant in the room that it was the same love a woman felt for a man, only in another form.
But then again, Isaiah didn’t care anymore. What’s done is done. He did what was right. If he were honest with Pete and himself he would much prefer being curled in a loving spoon day in and day out. He panted, still not regaining his breath from the intensity of both the kiss and the feelings that it welled up inside of him.
He looked at the face of the man he loves and noticed the apparent blush on his cheeks. That zoned him back to what was happening and loosened his grip on Pete’s shoulders. The force he used to pull Peter towards him for the kiss must have been unbearable so he loosened his grip. Suddenly, the extent to which his urgency manifested dawned on him. This was not characteristic of him. Shying out from the truth, and his unmistakable blush, he rested his head on his folded arms on the table.
“I am hopeless.” He said.
Isaiah heard the scraping of Pete’s stool beside him. The next thing he was aware of were nimble and strong arms hugging his torso.
“No you’re not. You’re wonderful.” Pete whispered to his ears.
And once again, everything was right in the world.
Writer’s Note:
There is too much unfair judgment and treatment of “gay” and “lesbian” people in this world. I put quotation marks because I do not believe in labeling what a person is. Characterizing them according to their sexual orientation is comparable to realizing that a strawberry is not, in all actuality, a berry as its name implies. People deserve a fair and equal chance of proving themselves to the world regardless of what is right for the society – that same society that I am ashamed to say is built by us. Though I am attracted to the opposite sex, I do acknowledge that once you see love face-to-face, you say yes to it regardless of the useless complexities that may soon arise.
