Serenade

There’s confusion in my eyes
My heart’s wearing a disguise
As I sit and stare
Into thin air

The screen is off yet I still rage
About some bitch from some fiction’s page
Her pimpled head I’d love to squash
Or flay her skin till it strips right off

My hands bend into a claw
I start to hunch and clench my jaw
Then like a whirlpool
It turns in and my rage cools

And I realise that
The one I spat poison at
Is just a reflection of me
And the parts I don’t want to see

Hate turns in and I curse my form
Wonder why I can’t be more like the norm
And not some misogynistic prick
Who can’t reach out ‘cause their skin’s too thick

And I turn to stone
So much better off alone
Away from people anyway
I prefer Spirits any day

So I turn and ask him why
‘To return to me’ is his reply
His eyes are large and his smile strange
And if I could just rearrange

Yet he feels like I’ve come home
His reaching hand so much like my own
Glowing heart all aflame
And he knows my secret name

As our fingers intertwine
Mine in his and his in mine
Something shifts and is not the same
Somehow I am me again

© AM (Xander) Hunter April 2020

My MewGulf Obsession

Ok. I confess. I’m obsessed.

It started with a few Twitter posts I came across that had the hashtag of #MewGulf or #TharnTypeTheSeries. Then the posts had videos attached. The discussion about the actors, their chemistry, their charisma became frenzied and my interest was piqued. I couldn’t find this series they kept talking about. It was Thai and not on my Netflix. I turned to YouTube and watched some bad quality pirate copies: Before being told of where to find the official link for international fans on the TTTS Facebook page.

This isn’t my first obsession, but it’s a strong one. And for me, that’s a good thing.

The two main actors, Mew Suppasit Jongcheveevat (Tharn) and Gulf Kanawut Traipipattanapong (Type) along with most of the other main cast were filmed throughout– from the casting, through the workshops, behind the scenes footage, interviews after various episodes, and reaction footage to their watching episodes of TTTS. Add to this the Award shows, the fan meet ups, advertising stints, and their live Instagram broadcasts and you have two people that are so in the public eye that even footage of them doing the dishes together is watched live by around thirty thousand fans. A fraction of the over one million followers of Mew’s Instagram account.

My obsessions keep me going; it’s not just that they keep my mind off things such as loneliness or from sliding into depressing thoughts, although that’s definitely part of it. No – they serve a much greater purpose. They keep me grounded, and for someone like me who is often more elsewhere than here, that means I am more able to remain focused; to do the things I need to do to keep this one healthy.

The realisation that TTTS had a surprise and quite large international following came half way through it being aired. Suddenly the Instagram and Twitter accounts for the show and its main cast had a spike of followers. The final official TTTS episode was screened in a cinema. Everyone cried. Mew confessed his love for Gulf and thanked him for coming into his life. Behind them, surprising the entire cast, the announcement came – there would be a Season two.

And then COVID-19 hit and everything turned upside down.

Everywhere Mew and Gulf go, they appear to be a couple. They fix each other’s hair, makeup, feed each other, remove each other’s jackets and ties, tie up each other’s shoes, look passionately into each other’s eyes, hug, slow dance. Those who interviewed Mew and Gulf and were later asked about them spoke of how different they were to other Boy Love series actors; they were in their own world. How they were on screen with each other was also how they were behind the scenes. But Mew and Gulf were tight lipped and referred to themselves as ‘close brothers’.

This closeness is full of small moments. For someone like me, who lives alone (apart from non-human company) and has essentially been happily alone most of their life, such moments of gentle intimacy are just beautiful. They feed my ‘aesthetic attraction’ needs and I find that I just can’t help smiling.

Perhaps if COVID-19 hadn’t hit Mew and Gulf would have continued to tease the Waanjais (Sweethearts – their fans). But Mew arrived back from an international fan meet with the possibility that he had contracted the disease. He tested negative. Social distancing was enforced, work on Season 2 was placed on hold, and the latest Thai BL Power Couple found themselves separated. Being together only via shared Instagram live chats. Needing to sit apart and wear face masks. So they came to a decision.

While they supported social distancing, they (as in Mew and Gulf) have chosen to not social distance from each other. They don’t wear face masks. Appearing in an online e-shoppe instance for skin care products, for example, they sat the designated 1.5 metres away from the masked host happily smearing the creams on each other, snuggled together, smiling and joking. The hour long #MewGulf Jenin Sports show was full of antics, games and genuine shows of intimacy. Every couple of days they post several hour long Instagram live episodes of them together cooking, eating, baking, playing with Chopper (Mew’s dog), answering fan’s questions, and yes – even doing the dishes.

This is the end of my fourth week in self-isolation with many more it seems in front of me. Apart from grocery grabs that I keep as far apart as I can, the only interaction I have with other humans is via the internet or the phone. This window into the intimate lives of two people who obviously care very passionately about each other (regardless of whether or not anything happens in the bedroom) has become mega important for me. It has become my connection with people.

I don’t speak Thai and not everything gets translated into English (although they are starting to speak some English). But I don’t need to understand the spoken word while their actions are so open and so clear. And neither do many of their other non-Thai speaking fans. YouTube videos of #MewGulf are filled with comments from various international places about how happy watching these two makes them, despite not understanding much of what they are saying. Their warmth and obvious enjoyment of each other’s company, regardless of what they happen to be doing, is a sublime wonder and such a bright light in these strange and challenging times.

This obsession is not just mine.

© AM (Xander) Hunter April 2020

Today is a Struggle

For those days where nothing seems to go right and the only thing you can do is sing out your frustration till you feel the heaviness slide away

Today is a struggle
Like the day before and
Tomorrow I know
I will struggle through some more
Today is a struggle
Like the day before and
Tomorrow I know
I will struggle through some more

I’m so sick and tired
Of people right now
They never understand me
And twist my words somehow
I’m always treading
On their tender parts
They’re always shredding
Juicy pieces of my heart

Today is a struggle
Like the day before and
Tomorrow I know
I will struggle through some more
Today is a struggle
Like the day before and
Tomorrow I know
I will struggle through some more

I’m tired of my life
Always being on repeat
Doing over and over
The same things endlessly
Whatever I do is
Placed to one side
So that someone who’s better
Can bask in my light

Today is a struggle
Like the day before and
Tomorrow I know
I will struggle through some more
Today is a struggle
Like the day before and
Tomorrow I know
I will struggle through some more

Listen to the song

© AM (Xander) Hunter March 2020

Harrowed by Song

Songs are their own special kind of creature. Sometimes they are like butterflies that flutter around me, just out of reach; distracting me with their colours and their delicate dance. Sometimes they barely touch me as they come through and out into the world. And sometimes, they bludgeon me about the head and gouge out my insides as they demand to come into being.

In your Eyes was that kind of song.

I was in the middle of a spreadsheet for work when it started to come through. A tidal wave of emotion flooded through me, blurring my vision and I had to stand up. Stop what I was doing. I grabbed my handkerchief (who can find tissues in these days of bare supermarket shelves) and burst into tears. Not the gentle, delicate tears of something wonderful and euphoric. No – these were the body-bending, gut-wrenching sobs of something deep and intangible; something so complex that naming the emotion that swept through me was just impossible. I was desolate, confused, torn by something jagged and thrown aside to be flayed by the winds.

There were no words. No tune.

But along with the sobbing were pictures. Yuzuru Hanyu skating his world record breaking short program from the Four Continents Championships earlier this year. And watching him, from the sidelines, his Pooh Bear tissue box.

I didn’t understand. Not at first.

To find the words I had to return to the sobbing and travel through it to the depths it came from. The Pooh Bear was the key.

Watching.

That which is perceived by another is often not seen by the person being scrutinised. Hope, beauty, love – all concepts that some of us find extremely difficult to consider when we look within. But through someone else’s eyes, if they see that within us, we can be lifted up and carried along. We emerge like the phoenix from the ashes of our despair and the death of our love-starved souls. For those of us who are often seduced by our Dark Lover, death, a message of hope, a reminder that life is beautiful and worth living, can be hard to believe if someone isn’t there to show us the way. And that someone is often not the person you would expect; in fact it is often not a person at all.

The tune came from Yuzu’s skate routine, with its twirls, its jumps and glides. Uplifting, enchanting and wondrous; a serenade for the beloved who sees more in us that we could ever see in ourselves; taking us to heights we previously thought impossible to achieve. And we reach them easily as we almost believe every word.

I knew there would be a backlash. Recording the song once I finally finished catching it the next day required me to embody the wonder and enchantment seen by the one who watches; to feel intensely how amazing, beautiful, strong and courageous I am; to know that life is beautiful and that through everything that is happening there is wonder in this world; that I have a future.

It was evening when the backlash rained down. Like a dark dragon of night it was on me before I had time to fully prepare and I was glad I’d clipped my nails a few days earlier. Self-loathing like a poison spread through every part of me and I tore at the air as I allowed my pain to find its voice. It’s poison harrowed me through the night and into the next morning. My throat was raw from ranting and sobbing. My eyes were red with tears still waiting to be shed. My heart was cracked and broken.

But my song. Ah, my song is wondrous!

(C) AM (Xander) Hunter March 2020

In Your Eyes

In your eyes
I can see a future
In your eyes
The world is full of wonder
With you watching
I’m no longer afraid

I have wings
And it feels like I’m flying
A new born phoenix
Emerged from what’s dying
And I can do
Anything
Life’s always worth trying

In your eyes
I am strength and beauty
In your eyes
I am grace and courage
With you watching
I’m a figure sublime

I have wings
And it feels like I’m flying
A new born phoenix
Emerged from what’s dying
And I can do
Anything
Life’s always worth trying

In your eyes
I see understanding
In your eyes
Love is all embracing
With you watching
Life’s a beautiful dance

I have wings
And it feels like I’m flying
A new born phoenix
Emerged from what’s dying
And I can do
Anything
Life’s always worth trying

I have wings
And it feels like I’m flying
A new born phoenix
Emerged from what’s dying
And I can do
Anything
Life’s always worth trying

In your eyes
In your eyes
In your eyes

Listen to the song

© AM (Xander) Hunter March 2020

About the song

Reclaiming my Hand

Fingers in
Pressing down
Can you feel it?
I used to wonder
Why I never allowed myself
To get drunk
Now I know

Fingers in
Pressing down
Can you feel it?
Always wondering why
Never knowing
Hating hospitals
Avoiding surgery

Fingers in
Pressing down
Can you feel it?
Saying you were just
Following orders
Isn’t good enough
Hypocrisy sticks

Fingers in
Pressing down
Can you feel it?
How long was it
Before one of you
Had the Nerve
To take a stand?

Fingers in
Pressing down
Can you feel it?
Each digit is mine
To command
May they rot off your bones
Blacken your name

Fingers in
Pressing down
Can you feel it?
Violation
Is not just a word
Meant for someone
Awake or aware

Fingers in
Pressing down
Can you feel it?
Silence is not Golden
Your voice wilts
It holds no power here
Not anymore

Fingers in
Pressing down
Can you feel it?
I am not some lesson
A text book
Written in flesh
Blood and bone

Fingers in
Pressing down
Can you feel it?
My fingers
Pressing your bones
Tearing your flesh
While you sleep unaware

Fingers in
Pressing down
Can you feel it?
My hand around your throat
Strangling your thoughts
Pressing on your
Peace of mind

Fingers in
Pressing down
Can you feel it?
The panic as you try to wake
Ease yourself from fear
But don’t worry
I’ll be back tomorrow

Fingers in
Pressing down
Can you feel it?

© AM (Xander) Hunter March 2020

About this poem

I am here

By the North
By the South
By the West
By the East
By the North-East
By the Centre
Let us pause
And take a breath here

As above
So below
To and from us
All things flow
As above
So below
To and from us
All things flow

I am here
I am now
I am here
And I am now
I am here
And I am now
I am here
And I am now

I am Is
Was and Shall Be
I and the Land
The Sky and Sea
I am the breath
The blood and bone
I am the spark
That sings me home
I am the Fetch
I am the Core
I am Divine
And so much more
I am the tree
Trunk roots and branches
And I stand here
Fully grounded

I am here
I am now
I am here
And I am now
I am here
And I am now
I am here
And I am now

I am the fire
Of the Devil
I am the ice
Of the Angel
I am the stars
That number seven
I am the sword
That strikes from Heaven
I am the Darkness
I am the Light
I am the Eyes
That watch at night
I am the face
Within the leaves
I am the Voice
Upon the breeze

I am here
I am now
I am here
And I am now
I am here
And I am now
I am here
And I am now

By the North
By the South
By the West
By the East
By the North East
By the Centre
Let us pause
And take a breath here

As above
So below
To and from us
All things flow
As above
So below
To and from us
All things flow

To and from us
All things flow.

 

Listen to the song

© AM (Xander) Hunter August 2019

My Dark Lover

He beckons to me
My Dark Lover
In secret whispers
And hidden sighs
Come to me
My broken beauty
Dance with me
On shattered lives
His voice is deep
And full of longing
Like sunset light
Among darkened trees
Fingers reaching
Pale shards of bone
Piercing skin
Like tattered leaves
And I lay wrapped
In his silken blackness
Parted lips wait
To breathe their last
Till teasing smiles
Crack me open
Silvered tears
Break my fast
And I sigh
One long breath out
A holy prayer
To he who waits
For me to grasp
His outstretched hand
And dance the dance
Of Wyrd and Fate

© AM Hunter – May 2019

About the poem

Only Statues Weeping

My heart is a rock
And my eyes are ice
Sadness fills my days
Emptiness my nights
I sit alone
Untouched by life
Unmoved by the play
The sounds and sights

I don’t want to be here
There’s nothing to see here
Only shadows sleeping

I don’t want to be here
There’s nothing to see here
Only statues weeping

There’s a raging fire
Just not in me
An abandoned twig
On untamed sea
Pleasure’s just a word
Laughter a joke
I try to smile
But find I choke

I don’t want to be here
There’s nothing to see here
Only shadows sleeping

I don’t want to be here
There’s nothing to see here
Only statues weeping

I fill up my hours
With mindless waste
Nurse my aching need
To depart post haste
The road ahead is blocked
And I’m just stuck
A mouse in a wheel
Getting nowhere fast

I don’t want to be here
There’s nothing to see here
Only shadows sleeping

I don’t want to be here
There’s nothing to see here
Only statues weeping

I don’t want to be here
There’s nothing to see here
Only shadows sleeping

I don’t want to be here
There’s nothing to see here
Only statues weeping

Only statues weeping

 
Listen to the song

© AM Hunter November 2018