Complicated Gay Love

Are Tom and Greg a gay couple? They're close. They're cute. They spend a lot of time together. They sleep in the same bed, the same tent, the same car. They finish each other's sentences. They read each other's minds. They give presents and favors to each other. They touch each other with affection. Their bodies touch. If I saw them at a bar or at the park, I would assume it's a gay couple or friends with benefits. BUT they never kiss or hold hands. It's just me projecting. Wishful thinking. Based on the two videos I've watched so far, #5 and #6, Tom and Greg have a Bromance -- everything a romantic couple has except sexual love, except the romance.  In my heart I imagine it's romantic off camera. In my mind I realize it's friendship love, brotherly love. More precious. In these videos Tom and Greg travel to my part of the world. Rural Virginia USA. I recognized everything. Keep on traveling together.

"Where do I go when love has gone?" Brokeback Mountain music video.

Imagine your boyfriend has cancer. That's me. Prostate cancer. After watching this 5-minute clip video, I'm in half-sob. Hot flash from hormone blockers. My penis has shrunk. Erectile dysfunction. I feel so guilty my boyfriend is still with me almost 20 years. We don't live together. He's in the closet still as a senior citizen. How will it end for us?  I have a note in my wallet of emergency contacts -- my brother and my "friend". My phone number is on a note in his wallet. So, if something happens, we can visit each other in the hospital or attend the funeral. If someone cares enough to call. I need to snap out of sadness. Watching too many sad movies. Go for a long walk on a chilly day without a cloud in the sky. Six Minutes of Reassurance

Fan video. This 3-minute music video of clips is hotter than the actual movie. Like an extended trailer focusing on the couple and their emotional interactions. Timeless romance. My review of Bros   My preview of Bros Bros the movie

I know how we met How we stay together The greatest secret of romance Why we dance in the rain We break up and make up again Often in the same day  Butterflies flutter in my tummy When you touch my hand I hang on every word You toss out for fun You see my feelings are hurt A great big hug / You kiss my lips You are so sorry Love is so sensitive It's why we stay together We both have work to go to Neither one of us wants to We linger / We'll be late We don't have anymore sick days Another kiss / A tender word Remember how we met Forbidden love I can't forget At work it'll be hard to work All day I dream of you I don't care if I get fired I can live on love for a while What keeps you coming back Keeps me looking out the window Waiting for your car to arrive When you leave You wave goodbye Will my heart survive Until I see you the next time  I linger at the window  I know how we met How you stole my heart What keeps us together The time apart The Greatest Secret Of

Imagine your boyfriend won't return your calls. You go to his apartment. No answer. You break down the door. Your boyfriend has moved away. You sit down and cry in an empty apartment. I stopped saying, This is the most romantic gay music video ever. So many seem to be hotter than the ones before. (5-minute film)

  Take a chance. Say something. It matters that you met. Not how you met. How you stay together is the greatest secret of romance. (5-minute film)

You're the happiest girl in the world I'm the luckiest man in the land Love Heaven sent Express delivery On the porch We hold hands So happy are you So lucky am I Your fabulous eyes take me On a fantastic voyage Blue like the icy glacier Cross section of the earth Core mantle and the crust Wordplay foreplay assplay Your kiss is still on my lips Super duper love stupor Quick! Write another poem To immortalize this moment Before the memory fades away Before the wind carries it afar Replay the passion never to forget Confusing dialogue of old men half deaf Good thing I have a love blog To communicate foggy thoughts I could have simply said I Love You But a poem is more romantic A hundred kisses to say goodbye Until the next time So happy are you So lucky am I.

I can't tell you what to do But I can tell that I still smell you Musk and perfume Waft throughout the room Don't open the window Strong scent on the pillow I can smell you on my finger tips I can tell rough were the kisses  Your eyes told me  What I needed to hear You always know just what to wear I know how to disrobe you How to disarm you with my charms Make love with my heart I can't tell you what to do But I Can Tell that I still love you.