IAGO - BISEXUAL / HOMOROMANTIC - SINGLE
MAYBE OPEN FOR BREEDINGS
MAYBE OPEN FOR BREEDINGS
Iago, the bad
“I am not who I am.”
This is my first and last confession – so I suggest you listen carefully. Nomen est omen and deception is my middle name. Sometimes I wonder, if my parents were aware of this, when deciding to call their one and only son Iago. If you have ever read Shakespeare's “Othello”, you would know, what I am talking about. If you, after reading the story I presented you, feel sympathy for me, let me get something straight: You shouldn't. But you do, anyway, because that's what I want people to. I want them to believe that I am a humble traveller and an honest merchant, with an open heart and a weariness in my soul. The truth is – I am a liar. A cheater. With a smile on my face I sell you everything you could ever wish for and you would never dare to ask how I get my hands on the merchandise I sell. Why would you? How can you mistrust a person with such a friendly smile? I dare you to take a closer look into my eyes and tell me again. Am I your friend or your foe?
StorY (excerpts from his travelouge)
A new day is awakening as I gaze upon the horizon, watching the great flame of life, alas the sun, lightening our world again. Although the day is just as fresh as a a newborn Viscet, slowly descending from it's egg, I am unable to sleep any more, as none of my wildest and fanciest dreams could have been as pleasurable as the sunrise over the ocean.
We write our fifteenth day on the sea and while many of my humble travel companions just wish to set a foot on mainland again, nothing lightens my spirit as much as the gentle rocking of the ship on the endless water and all those uncountable melodies of the sea: I can hear the wings of the albatross defying the wind, the caws of the seagulls following our ship, the waves breaking on a nearby cliff and even the dolphin's splash, when it's majestic silhouette appears in front of the rising sun for just the blink of an eye. But although every single moment of this journey so far has warmed my soul, I feel a small hint of sadness in every oh so beautiful moment I witness. My soul might long for adventures and faraway lands, but my heart sighs at the thought of the tremendous widths separating it from the place it truly belongs. Home is, where the heart is, they say, and, oh, how I wish I could have left mine there.
Oh darling homeland of Peru
How does it come I miss you so?
Yes, over Shakespeare's love and grief
The one does laugh, the other weeps.
For that, I only think of you,
Oh darling homeland of Peru.
~
Another two days have passed and I have to admit that even I cannot wait for us to reach our destination. Oh great China, how I await your embrace! Glancing into the distance I can see the faint lights of the harbour we are soon about to reach. I can hear the happiness and laughter of your people, smell the love and taste the delicious food on my tongue. I cannot wait to hold you in my arms, long lost daughter, and to see you smile! I cannot wait to walk your streets again, to speak your tongue again and to breathe your air again. My heart perhaps belongs to Peru, but my soul will always belong to you.
~
Oh how I loved the weeks on the wide endlessness of the sea! But still, oh, how my soul starts to bloom as soon as I set foot on mainland! The Chinese are already waiting for us and they are as generous as ever. We share gifts and stories, oh how much I missed this. I breathe the sweet air of Asia, look around and do not fail to notice the splendorous decorations all around me. Oh, how could I forget? Chinese New Year!
~
After a quite long, but fabulous - I must add - day of buying and selling goods, evening is getting closer. The people are excited, and so am I! While I walk through the crowded streets, others smile at me, greet me and wish me a happy new. Trinkets are traded even with strangers, in China it does not matter who you are, everyone deserves all the luck in the world. Soon, I carry a red basket with me, half filled with beautiful coins, stones and figurines and I am wearing a necklace with a beautiful blue koi around my neck, which some handsome stranger handed me with a wink. I must admit, I would not mind seeing him again.
~
When I finally reach the marketplace again, I feel like I am back on the sea again. But this time without a boat but swimming. And all around me there is no water, but other living beings, just like me. Their voices are the sound of the waves and the seagulls cawing. And the stream draws me closer to the center, where they are dancing in breathtaking costumes, playing with fire, singing and laughing. Oh, how the sight of this lifts my heart to the sky! And I wish to laugh and dance with them, but instead I take a lantern, whisper my deepest wishes into it's flame and leave it flowing towards the sky, just like my heart. Oh! How I wish I could fly too! Like a bird, seeing the beauty of the world from above. Oh yes, I wish …
~
The sun is setting on the horizon and everything seems to glow, as if the world was on fire. Slowly the stars are taking over, but the celebrations have just begun. But although I enjoy myself, my heart sunk back from the sky into the ground and I feel weary. Although China lifts my spirit, my heart aches for home, for a warm embrace of love that no adventure can supply. A sigh escapes my lips as I open my eyes again, just in time for the most beautiful firework I have ever seen. And suddenly I feel like not only the sky, but also my heart is on fire. What is it, that has drawn back the dark curtains? The fireworks? Maybe. Or, more certainly, the laugh, I hear, close to my ear, like an angel's voice welcoming me into heaven.
We write our fifteenth day on the sea and while many of my humble travel companions just wish to set a foot on mainland again, nothing lightens my spirit as much as the gentle rocking of the ship on the endless water and all those uncountable melodies of the sea: I can hear the wings of the albatross defying the wind, the caws of the seagulls following our ship, the waves breaking on a nearby cliff and even the dolphin's splash, when it's majestic silhouette appears in front of the rising sun for just the blink of an eye. But although every single moment of this journey so far has warmed my soul, I feel a small hint of sadness in every oh so beautiful moment I witness. My soul might long for adventures and faraway lands, but my heart sighs at the thought of the tremendous widths separating it from the place it truly belongs. Home is, where the heart is, they say, and, oh, how I wish I could have left mine there.
Oh darling homeland of Peru
How does it come I miss you so?
Yes, over Shakespeare's love and grief
The one does laugh, the other weeps.
For that, I only think of you,
Oh darling homeland of Peru.
~
Another two days have passed and I have to admit that even I cannot wait for us to reach our destination. Oh great China, how I await your embrace! Glancing into the distance I can see the faint lights of the harbour we are soon about to reach. I can hear the happiness and laughter of your people, smell the love and taste the delicious food on my tongue. I cannot wait to hold you in my arms, long lost daughter, and to see you smile! I cannot wait to walk your streets again, to speak your tongue again and to breathe your air again. My heart perhaps belongs to Peru, but my soul will always belong to you.
~
Oh how I loved the weeks on the wide endlessness of the sea! But still, oh, how my soul starts to bloom as soon as I set foot on mainland! The Chinese are already waiting for us and they are as generous as ever. We share gifts and stories, oh how much I missed this. I breathe the sweet air of Asia, look around and do not fail to notice the splendorous decorations all around me. Oh, how could I forget? Chinese New Year!
~
After a quite long, but fabulous - I must add - day of buying and selling goods, evening is getting closer. The people are excited, and so am I! While I walk through the crowded streets, others smile at me, greet me and wish me a happy new. Trinkets are traded even with strangers, in China it does not matter who you are, everyone deserves all the luck in the world. Soon, I carry a red basket with me, half filled with beautiful coins, stones and figurines and I am wearing a necklace with a beautiful blue koi around my neck, which some handsome stranger handed me with a wink. I must admit, I would not mind seeing him again.
~
When I finally reach the marketplace again, I feel like I am back on the sea again. But this time without a boat but swimming. And all around me there is no water, but other living beings, just like me. Their voices are the sound of the waves and the seagulls cawing. And the stream draws me closer to the center, where they are dancing in breathtaking costumes, playing with fire, singing and laughing. Oh, how the sight of this lifts my heart to the sky! And I wish to laugh and dance with them, but instead I take a lantern, whisper my deepest wishes into it's flame and leave it flowing towards the sky, just like my heart. Oh! How I wish I could fly too! Like a bird, seeing the beauty of the world from above. Oh yes, I wish …
~
The sun is setting on the horizon and everything seems to glow, as if the world was on fire. Slowly the stars are taking over, but the celebrations have just begun. But although I enjoy myself, my heart sunk back from the sky into the ground and I feel weary. Although China lifts my spirit, my heart aches for home, for a warm embrace of love that no adventure can supply. A sigh escapes my lips as I open my eyes again, just in time for the most beautiful firework I have ever seen. And suddenly I feel like not only the sky, but also my heart is on fire. What is it, that has drawn back the dark curtains? The fireworks? Maybe. Or, more certainly, the laugh, I hear, close to my ear, like an angel's voice welcoming me into heaven.