Peter Pan Complex.

First London Fields Picnic of 2010.

Baguettes from L'eau a la bouche,

Fine meats

Fine cheese

Fine friends.

Loving being the man I am

While still being that 3-year old Boy.

Basking in the joy of losing my voice

because I got paid to pretend I was a gladiator.

A Peter Pan complex?

Perhaps.

Glass Darkly's come in many forms.

...I spent the day being transported to being 3.

In the friendliest hospital bed

Watching Alice in Wonderland at least 30 times in under 7 days.

And in this book,

Louise tells me to nurture my 3 year old.

She asks me if I would say he's disgusting for having

eczema on his hands,

Ugly for having a sternum that's not aligned,

Unwanted for not being perfect,

Stupid for not knowing something,

And unloveable for being 'broken'.

Model.

Enjoying the verb.

Not too sure about the noun as of yet...

My eyesight has improved, actually...

Thanks for noticing...

Turns out near-sighted-ness can be fixed by laser eye surgery,

but also by discovering that

focus doesn't need to be achieved through hard work

It's much easier to focus with ease.

Funny how simple things are these days...

Also interesting how my nerves of the future,

what's ahead of me,

things in the distance...

Are quickly melting away...

So I get my first topless photo shoot.

Scars fully exposed.

Stretching.

Opening.

Happy.

Loved.

Bare blue wall.

Skin.

Stubble.

Jaw.

Chest.

My unaligned sternum, naked.

Caring for that 3 year old.

Knowing he's beautiful.

Admiring him happy in his flesh, stretching.

--

A phone call made me realize you're gone.

I hope you're the one Christopher talked about,

Because the mountain of you was hard enough to

conquer.

I know now that I'm strong enough, though...

And parkour keeps reminding me that...

--

Stretching.

Exposing.

Naked.

Skin.

Boy,

Your insecurities are nothing but ladybugs.

Give them a little attention,

And they'll eventually just disappear.

Now, rest!

My Little Prince...

All those issues are but little hurdles-

-Little Pommel Horses,

That just need to be jumped.

But don't jump them unless you know how to-

!- without spraining your ankle, ok...?

-And you know what?

Once you know how to do that well,

you can do it with more efficiency,

more grace,

more strength,

and more sexy-ass focus.

And eventually you'll be able to throw in a few triple flips...

That's hardcore ninja shit right there...

(thanks Jose)

www.scandimaniacs.com - literally almost peed myself with laughter watching this.

See it if you can...