“I’ll meet you in New York”

I slept poorly this morning – or possibly too much, and I was super cranky all day. I felt like the migraine prevented me from doing all the things that I had wanted to do, which is a longer story but I was frustrated. Eventually I took this out on Aaron, which wasn’t fair – it was the last straw, as they say, and it was just not fun. And once I spoke up I couldn’t stop. This never helps. We fought.

I calmed down. I got my reviews for “Claire of the Moon” up. I apologized to Aaron via text. I had planned to join him at pool but I wasn’t sure he wanted me there. He later told me he did want me to join him. It took me over an hour to get ready.


About that. I have travelled all over the world in the last few years but when I’m home I very rarely go out, which I’ve been trying to overcome, for a long time now. Sometimes when I get ready to go I leave several times before I actually make it out. I change my clothes multiple times. It’s not every time, but it’s enough times that it is not a fluke. This was one of those nights. But I was determined to not let this conquer me, so I did get out, and I did make it to the train, and I did ride 20 stops down to 18th street (on the 1 train) to meet Aaron at Boxers on 20th. And I felt like this was good work for me.

At the bar I got to see Aaron’s team of course, but I spent most of my time chilling with these guys that are often there on Mondays. We took a group photo before we left. And Eddie, the captain of the team insisted on a picture as well, which we both like to do.

In the car, Aaron and I talked about our argument and if I didn’t feel better about it, I did after that chat. He also said he might have found someone for us to have a threesome with – which we haven’t done since 2018? That could be good. He and I have had two threesomes, which were both fantastic. And I need to be having more sex, with other people. This probably sounds weird, but it’s actually part of a treatment my doctors have suggested but which I’ve not followed through on, despite it being recommended more than a year ago. I have tried, but the plans always fall through and I haven’t been as gung ho about it as I should be, but part of that is the not getting out as much, that I’ve already mentioned, and another part of it has to do with AIDS Survivor Syndrome, which I recently wrote about in an essay. I’ve not been with anyone other than Aaron in almost 7 years and that one time was the only time I played without him – which I got permission for over a dozen times before it actually happened. It feels weird to talk about this but Aaron is very supportive of it and not threatened in the slightest, which is always a bit shocking no matter how many times we discuss it. And yet that’s part of why I feel so lucky to be with him.

I’m going to eat soon as I’ve barely had any food today. I will probably watch the season finale of Star Wars: Maul. Other than that, I’m not sure what I’ll get up to. The season finale of Daredevil: Born Again will be out tomorrow night.

Multifaceted

We fought kamikaze
yet thoughts were systemic.

You joined us for coffee
and brought a pandemic.

We strayed and collapsed
as we choked about freedom.

We played and we laughed
and we spoke about geekdom.

You talked very quickly
as if we were racing.

Half-cocked and pretty;
massive and bracing.

You stood there indifferent
as your past untangled

and looked very different
whatever the angle.

A hundred perversions
as opening move.

I wondered which version
would prove to be true?

Peculiar blue collar
on rough side of mirth?

A junior to Potter
on scruff of the Earth?

Your favorite Doctor?

That doesn’t seem odd.

But were you a monster
or were you a god?

Were you a waiter
with musical talk?

A sly masturbator
with beautiful cock?

Pardon, the writer
is famously slow.

Hard to decipher
the faces of Joe.

Written by Jason Wright
January 30, 2018

For Joe

Aaron Squared

Two men tormented
by men who are blind.

Two men prevented
from men they must find.

Two men inside me
who I may find care in…

Despise
the unwise
who would dare
to scare Aaron.

These parts of me
named
should not feel
ashamed.

Each of us beautiful; one and the same.

And I may be biased
in my manifesto…

But Aaron should listen
because Jason says so.

Written by Jason Wright
July 9, 2017

Party of Three

Before he arrived
he was funny & flirting.

Two weeks before,
I was bloody and hurting.

My partner was lost
and was struggling the same.

We all nearly cancelled
because of our pain.

But we all arrived here
at that fateful hour.

We all deprived fear
of it’s hateful power.

We unguarded trust
and connected and shared.

Discarded and thrusted
past all we’d laid bare.

The same wavelength reached
unobscured by hostility.

We each found our strength
within vulnerability.

We all came together
and found more than just fun.

The best of both worlds
wrapped up into one.

Written by Jason Wright
July 9, 2017

For Aaron

At a Glance

Your choice
Your voice: confessing your pain
Your eyes
Your size
Your blessing
Your brain
Your body
Your mind
All more than sufficient.

Tonight
was insightful
and not insignificant.

Written by Jason Wright
July 9, 2017

For Aaron

Lessons

Last night
profound;
spellbound by the depth…

And we held you close
long after you left.

We speak of you still;
we are moved;
we are haunted.

Arrived
deep inside
and you left yourself wanted.

Survived
and enlivened
and we each felt that kiss.

We each had our moments
of momentous bliss.

We each have a ghost
of that pleasure beneath us.

We treasure each trust;
what each thrust tried to teach us.

Written by Jason Wright
July 9, 2017

Three in the Corner

The game’s winding down
and you’re on the last shot,

The pressure is on
but I know you’re on top,

But maybe you need
just a little more change,

Maybe you need
to try something strange,

The man in the corner
is watching and horny,

They all want your cock
but they know you adore me,

But if I consent
then what happens next?

You wink and I nod
and the boy just wants sex.

You make the next shot
and we three move to leave,

His mouth is down on you
before we can breathe,

He’s horny and skilled
and an artist with wood,

You turn and you kiss me
and you make me feel good,

You moan and it’s over
although I still hunger,

The boy on his knees
seems both bolder and younger,

But he isn’t so selfish
although he’s quite driven,

As he turns to kiss me
and shares what you’ve given.

Written by Jason Wright
October 18, 2014

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