Alone again tonight. Sometimes I don't want or even need sex but all I ever get is FUCKED! I guess that's all I'm good for anyway. I just don't want to be alone. I want company. Someone to talk to. Maybe someone to just hold me through the night.
I can't even count the men I've been with this year alone and all I got to show for it is a cum-soaked condom and a fading picture of what he looked like and what might have been but never was. All I've got is this room and this bed and I'm tired but maybe I'll meet THE ONE tonight. Damn! On one hand, it's exciting because I might meet the finest, baddest brotha out there but on the other, I can't wait for this night to be over. All I know is something's got to give and soon!
Damn!! This is real deep. Damn Corey, this hits home on so many levels
Posted by: Greg | August 09, 2012 at 11:00 PM
thanks for sharing/posting this...Truth, naked, unabashed, bold, freeing...
Posted by: Fabian Thomas | August 10, 2012 at 11:42 AM
Hey, Corey:
I read this piece when I first got to work this morning and checked out your blog. I've read it again a few times today. And, of course, the picture is the perfect visual for what you wrote.
I didn't know what to say. I had no response.
I've had friends who couldn't seem to find a partner in life. They confided in me. I felt empathy for them, but I never knew quite what to advise. I just said, if you want it then you've to keep trying--looking, and being seen. Atleast keep trying.
Posted by: Derrick from Philly | August 10, 2012 at 04:06 PM
Instead of opening our hearts we end up opening our legs. Feeling empty we let him fill us up, he cums and goes. And what about the ones who find it easier to go down on us than to shake our hand in a greeting, kiss our asses before they kiss our lips. But we were on our knees while we reflected on the fact that we didn't yet have his name. But when left alone and when we are lonely, we don't bother to make love to ourselves. We cry out to be held but have no thoughts of finding those who want to be held. We claim to ending up being fucked, again, but don't seem to notice we are starting out fucked, as usual. We drink the bitter tea but have no sugar to sweeten it. I want, I need, me me me, where is mine mine mine?
Posted by: way2ec | August 12, 2012 at 12:39 AM
"We claim to ending up being fucked, again, but don't seem to notice we are starting out fucked, as usual." - way2ec
WOW ! ! ! ! !
Posted by: Corey | August 12, 2012 at 11:42 AM
There are things that I had thought and questions that I would now want to ask but would probably be inappropriate, or inadvisable, or in something. So all I'll say is, live your life baby the best way you can because no else will do it for you.
... Oh and don't let one day, one year, one incident, one series of incidents define who you are, because you know deep down, you're more than that. Just keep looking for Corey and you'll find all those different shades, ugly and beautiful are just part of being alive.
Posted by: Curious | August 13, 2012 at 12:01 AM
Thank you all for the comments here, and for the emails concerning the content of this post. I was hoping that I wouldn't have to make an announcement saying the text to the picture is not my life NOW. For the last 20 years, I've been in a fulfilling and committed relationship with a wonderful brotha. I first saw the photo used here when someone else asked a group of viewers to give it life. I immediately wrote what I saw and what I felt and I would not have been able to go in that place unless I knew what it already felt like. I'm not perfect and not yet who, what, and where I want to be but Thank God - I'm not who, what and where I USED TO BE!
Posted by: Corey | August 13, 2012 at 03:17 PM
LOVE THIS!
Posted by: iAm(A)ga(Y)te-keeper | August 14, 2012 at 10:43 AM
Goes with the picture well. I need to do some writing exercises like this. Great work, man!
Posted by: Bama | September 05, 2012 at 01:39 PM
Made me think of my earlier years.
Posted by: Jenus | March 07, 2013 at 06:30 PM