Keeping it Inside (Short story with Illustration by o-kemono
2-19-10
About a month or so ago I met this guy at a friend’s party. He seemed cool enough at first sight, even if his clothes were a bit shabby. He seemed more intelligent than he would let on; when I first heard the way he talked it was obvious he was a stoner, and almost acted like a hippie. But when we started chatting it up he seemed like a walking dictionary. We talked a lot about spiritual and mystical beliefs, as well as a little philosophical BS-ing , and getting a good laugh in-between. He was an interesting guy, and I was already feeling pretty comfortable around him… as well as another feeling that I hadn’t felt before; not around a guy at least.
About every other party I would go to after that I’d find him there too. He would be the main person I’d end up hanging with when I did. He started showing more of his ‘hippie-like’ behavior the more I was around him by all the trippy music he would request and the way he would dance to it. I couldn’t help but laugh a little at his dancing, but it still left me a little… mesmerized, I guess you could say.
It was a little strange honestly. I called myself bi-sexual mainly for the fact that I could acknowledge how attractive another guy could be, but I never actually met another guy I felt a strong attraction for. He was the first guy that ever really appealed to me. I never told him of this, mainly out of nervousness.
I had hoped that I would eventually be able to tell him how I felt about him, but sadly found out that it wouldn’t be able to work out that way at all. Just last week I learned that he was completely and hopelessly straight. As open minded as he was, I should have figured that there would be nothing more than friendship between us.
I’m trying my best to let go of my affection towards him; but it’s difficult to do so when you find someone you feel you could really connect with, yet never be able to be with them. I’m still friends with him, but the conversations became a little more one-sided and short. He still has no idea of my feelings toward him, which is the way I’d really like to keep it. There’s no need for him to know.
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The Picture was one I commissioned from
o-kemono nearly a year ago. He finished it in good time did an excellent job with it.
I guess it just took so long to post it because the short story I had along with it was sitting in my files unfinished while I was busy with school and just forgot about it. Plus I was a little picky with the wording at the time since it was a little personal to me.
Another story based on truth.
Art by
o-kemono
Story by me
About a month or so ago I met this guy at a friend’s party. He seemed cool enough at first sight, even if his clothes were a bit shabby. He seemed more intelligent than he would let on; when I first heard the way he talked it was obvious he was a stoner, and almost acted like a hippie. But when we started chatting it up he seemed like a walking dictionary. We talked a lot about spiritual and mystical beliefs, as well as a little philosophical BS-ing , and getting a good laugh in-between. He was an interesting guy, and I was already feeling pretty comfortable around him… as well as another feeling that I hadn’t felt before; not around a guy at least.
About every other party I would go to after that I’d find him there too. He would be the main person I’d end up hanging with when I did. He started showing more of his ‘hippie-like’ behavior the more I was around him by all the trippy music he would request and the way he would dance to it. I couldn’t help but laugh a little at his dancing, but it still left me a little… mesmerized, I guess you could say.
It was a little strange honestly. I called myself bi-sexual mainly for the fact that I could acknowledge how attractive another guy could be, but I never actually met another guy I felt a strong attraction for. He was the first guy that ever really appealed to me. I never told him of this, mainly out of nervousness.
I had hoped that I would eventually be able to tell him how I felt about him, but sadly found out that it wouldn’t be able to work out that way at all. Just last week I learned that he was completely and hopelessly straight. As open minded as he was, I should have figured that there would be nothing more than friendship between us.
I’m trying my best to let go of my affection towards him; but it’s difficult to do so when you find someone you feel you could really connect with, yet never be able to be with them. I’m still friends with him, but the conversations became a little more one-sided and short. He still has no idea of my feelings toward him, which is the way I’d really like to keep it. There’s no need for him to know.
______
The Picture was one I commissioned from
o-kemono nearly a year ago. He finished it in good time did an excellent job with it.I guess it just took so long to post it because the short story I had along with it was sitting in my files unfinished while I was busy with school and just forgot about it. Plus I was a little picky with the wording at the time since it was a little personal to me.
Another story based on truth.
Art by
o-kemonoStory by me
Category All / General Furry Art
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