BALD JASON'S GAY GOTH BOY BLOG
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Just out of sight –
he’s dismissed there because
He’s just not my type
but then what if he was?
I stare
puzzled
grim
with a girl by his side.
Bare muscled slim
with a pearl to confide:
Be what you are
and dare to admit it.
Under the stars
you stand there acquitted.
Systemic lies
are why we can’t trust…
The wisdom of sighs…
The secrets of lust.
Written by Jason Wright
August 20, 2026
When we met
you set on fire
as you kissed me
from above.
When we met
you were a liar
and convinced me
of your love.
When I slept
with that imposter
he was always
underhand.
When we met
you were a monster
but I didn’t
understand.
I couldn’t see
the truth
inside deceptive
aching flame.
You couldn’t keep
the proof
of my perspective
from your shame.
A shame
that only blizzards slayed
me tragic
in your eyes.
Like a game
that only wizards play
your magic
was a lie.
I don’t regret
the level
where you spurned me
with your spell.
When we met
you were the devil
and you burned me
with your Hell.
The fire
left its mark
and I’m now
forever changed.
And required
hefty spark
has left me now
deranged.
For now
I understand
but I’m haunted
by the squandered.
For now
you are a man
but I only want
the monster.
Written by Jason Wright
August 8, 2026
Before I had grown
and had moved far away.
If I could have known
what you never would say.
I could have watched
and seen all the signs.
Could have hopscotched
and made all the rhymes.
If I knew in youth
that you’d always desert me.
If I knew the truth
then it would not have hurt me.
I would have had fun
and would always be yours.
And I could have cum
more than all of your whores.
Written by Jason Wright
August 9, 2026
The divisional shadows
of the math we inspire;
derision of prose
by the wrath of desire
has led me astray
like a pawn to your laughter:
send me away
at the dawn of disaster.
Cock crows the call of
this glamor forbidden,
the clock on the wall
is a camera I’ve hidden,
and sight swarms the notion
of friendly portrayal
as light forms the motion
intent on betrayal.
My eyes disappear
as my brain overloads.
Beneath chandelier
I feel drained and exposed.
The world starts to shimmer;
I head to the gallows…
As glimmer of hope
is divided by shadows.
Written by Jason Wright
August 9, 2026
Inspired by a particularly kinky dream I had. It’s also an expanded fragment which began when I started typing words onto a collage for this site:
What I want
on BIRTH / DAY
is to see you undone.
To find worth in fray…
To be there when you cum.
Spending our pleasure
in treasured foul play.
The unending show of
pretending to stray.
In opera of trust
to be played by the playful…
The opera of lust
left us splayed and unfaithful.
These schemes of seduction;
a librettist’s triad…
My dreams of destruction
are the wettest I’ve had.
And as we conspire:
breathless / delusional.
Things I desire:
senselessly usual.
I am your boy
when the handsome and beautiful
leave me destroyed
when you are unsuitable.
Always pretending
to be my sad savior.
A catechist’s cream
is just as astrictory.
Always depending
on their bad behavior…
The masochist’s dream
is so contradictory.
Written by Jason Wright
August 8, 2026
A few years before
our friend lay down dead,
You said I was handsome…
or that’s what she’d said,
That’s all I remembered
and I could not fathom
why boy I remembered
would think I was handsome.
But when I looked back
she’d said quite a lot…
She spoke of my family
and what you had thought,
But I didn’t ask
for more at the time
so I’m left in the dark
of remarks about crimes.
Written by Jason Wright
August 7, 2026
When I was just 17
I fell for his pain.
He was different from me
and yet we were the same.
There between walls
and hospital beds…
There where we said
all the things left unsaid.
All but the truth
of the love that I felt.
But I know that he knew it;
he told me himself.
He signed it in ink
on a board for goodbyes
as we crossed the brink
to begin our own lives.
I thought he was gone;
though in dreams he was near.
“We must love our loved ones
while we have them here.”
And I swooned
as I grieved
and then one day I healed…
Before the wound
cleaved me in two
and revealed…
That he was alive;
it was I who had died.
And all that I’d felt
was because of a lie.
Written by Jason Wright
July 24, 2026
For Brian – on his 50th birthday.
Exhibited signs
describe a voyeur…
Prohibited lines
inscribe this auteur…
I am subliminal
inside my screams.
I am a criminal
inside my dreams.
The fire divides me…
Desire inside me
provokes the despairing
with no stroke or sound.
The fair sky has reddened…
Disguised Armageddon…
Smoke alarms blaring;
no smoke to be found.
I dream of eavesdropping.
My heart isn’t stopping.
As man that we watch speaks the same words as me.
Lies leave the feared thrall.
Eyes see as tears fall.
Time stops as stopwatch seeks the crosswords in me.
Written by Jason Wright
July 16, 2026
These were just a handful of musings about different things from my week. For instance, our smoke alarms (which are very loud) went off several times for no reason that we can fathom. But there was heavy smoke in the sky from forest fires in Canada, which made the sky look really creepy, which someone described to be as “Armageddon like”. I had dreams of listening in on conversations and sexual experiences. I also had something like nightmares after watching several YouTube videos about serial killers. Go figure! lol
Take care of you
and take care of yours…
Is this love we have
the answer to wars?
It’s the answer I wanted
and that much I know…
The truth is he left us
a long time ago.
But don’t start to grieve
and don’t shed a tear…
We all have to leave
when the train sounds are clear…
The sweet Twilight Train
which ghosted our nights…
Beneath twilight rain
falling far from The Heights…
A dream shared by siblings
who dream of the dead…
I don’t want damnation –
I just want some head.
Written by Jason Wright
February 27, 2026
This is January 8.
Again.
My fifty-first.
The day my sister read to me
in 1976.
The day I froze time in green
in 2009.
The day I was excited to see Carol Danvers
in 2019.
The day I took the trains to therapy
in 2020, shortly before the world fell apart.
I still wore a mask 4 years later
on January 8 at my PCP.
Last year I had a beard
until I didn’t.
Today, January 8,
I shaved again,
showered (twice),
cleaned for hours,
exercised (finally),
paid rent and the credit card,
did dishes and laundry.
It’s nice being able to eat. ❤
Written by Jason Wright
January 8, 2026
