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I’m back after a week in Split and I’ve been subject to some of the most blatant homophobia I’ve ever experienced in my life. I’ve been called ”peder“ three times by strangers on the street (short for pederast I see, which is ironic considering I’m a very slight, feminine thing, not exactly someone who would play the part of the erastes in a pederastic arrangement, maybe this speaks to a sort of historical illiteracy on croatians’ part when it comes to social norms in greek antiquity? Who knows?) I’ve had a beer can thrown at me by a group of men outside a supermarket. Where did these attitudes come from?

I’m back after a week in Split and I’ve been subject to some of the most blatant homophobia I’ve ever experienced in my life. I’ve been called ”peder“ three times by strangers on the street (short for pederast I see, which is ironic considering I’m a very slight, feminine thing, not exactly someone who would play the part of the erastes in a pederastic arrangement, maybe this speaks to a sort of historical illiteracy on croatians’ part when it comes to greek antiquity? Who knows?) I’ve had a beer can thrown at me by a group of men outside a supermarket. Where did these attitudes come from?

And it was presented as this taboo thing? This was in 1998. Insane how quickly sodomy has become vanilla and basically expected in a relationship.

I’ve know her since she was 15. For the past 12 years it’s been in and out of mental hospitals. And after each round of psychosis she just gets worse. She’s completely stagnated. All she talks about is anime, her delusions, and projects that go nowhere. She reeks of weeks of BO, she’s overweight. I want so badly for her to get well but she never will. I absolutely hate spending time with her. It drains me and as I’m sitting with her I’m just internally rolling my eyes the whole time. I’m the only person she has. Her mother is just as mentally ill. I feel trapped. Can I honestly say that I love her if this is how I feel? And if I can’t, is it enough that I’m doing my duty as a friend? I feel so guilty, I cry most days because I hate this so much.

To Diadumenus

The perfume, which is exhaled by the apple bitten by a young damsel; by the zephyr that passes over the saffron-fields of Corycia; by the vine,
when it flowers white with its first clusters; by grass just cropped by the sheep; by the myrtle; by the Arabian spice-gatherer; by amber rubbed with the hand; by the fire pale with eastern frankincense; by the turf lightly sprinkled with summer showers; by the chaplet resting loosely on locks dripping with nard: all this fragrance, cruel Diadumenus, is combined in your kisses.
What would it not be, were you to grant them without grudging?

And I’m drunk and dirty and I can’t hear anything because my ears are ringing and my friend said some really insulting things to me without meaning to and I’m hungry and lonely and scared

How was your day?

What is up with this?

And how was it and did you hook up with any hot croatian boys