[Jonathan looked at Howard through the square lenses of his glasses...]Jonathan looked at Howard through the square lenses of his glasses, tapped his pencil twice on his notepad and said, “You know, when we have dreams that disturb us, they’re usually a manifestation of our anxieties. They represent something
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That was beautiful, just beautiful... Vince trying to understand about jazz, trying to trigger Howard's memory with a crimp, trying so desperately hard and coming so close but still not quite succeeding in getting through to him, in spite of that fabulous kiss...
And now Howard accepting the corridor as real, and the choice he has to make... here's hoping, as desperately as poor Vince, that Howard has picked the right door...
He wasn’t classically handsome close up, but there was something ethereally beautiful about him, as if he wasn’t quite real, that made Howard’s hands go clammy and his nerves go into freefall.
You and me both, Howard.
I don't even know what I can say about this. The image of Vince going to one of Howard's gigs, listening to a music he hates, is so beautiful and painful, and I was right about it hurting, because I hurt inside all through that exchange with Vince crimping on his own and all through his disappointment at the doorstep (YOU LINKED IT BACK TO PARTY, LET ME DIE) and all through Howard dealing with the aftermath and choosing a door. A deep deep hurt, in the best possible way. Please tell me that's the right door.
I want to express why this is so good, but my brain broke halfway through. I could spend a few hours in this world, where Howard has a touch of confidence and sophistication and could actually pull Vince. Vince is so deliciously vulnerable as he crimps and I love how he elicits as much affection as desire from a Howard with no knowledge of their history. you really bring it all to life with such vivid detail, I can easily imagine this as a film. I'm sorry i'm reading it so slowly, but it takes me a while to recover from each chapter.
I like to think this chapter is kind of what the Boosh would have been had all the magic elements been removed. Howard maybe a little less jumpy and scared of death and rejection all the time...
Thank you so much for being so lovely. Comments from you always make my day - or week - and I'm so grateful for them. I love you a bit!
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And now Howard accepting the corridor as real, and the choice he has to make... here's hoping, as desperately as poor Vince, that Howard has picked the right door...
You juicy dangler you!
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You and me both, Howard.
I don't even know what I can say about this. The image of Vince going to one of Howard's gigs, listening to a music he hates, is so beautiful and painful, and I was right about it hurting, because I hurt inside all through that exchange with Vince crimping on his own and all through his disappointment at the doorstep (YOU LINKED IT BACK TO PARTY, LET ME DIE) and all through Howard dealing with the aftermath and choosing a door. A deep deep hurt, in the best possible way. Please tell me that's the right door.
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Thank you so much for being so lovely. Comments from you always make my day - or week - and I'm so grateful for them. I love you a bit!
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