I'M NOT ASHAMED TO ADMIT THAT ME AND DARLY BOXMAN'S RELATIONSHIP LIKELY EXISTS ON A MUCH DEEPER LEVEL THAN MOST, EVEN OTHER 2DLOVE PARTICIPANTS. THIS IS FOR A VARIETY OF REASONS, BUT MOST PROMINENTLY: IT'S EXISTED THROUGH TIMELINES, UNIVERSES, PLANES OF EXISTANCE - WHATEVER WORD YOU MAY SUBSCRIBE TO - AND I PRESUME IT WILL CONTINUE TO, NO MATTER WHERE I END UP NEXT. THERE ARE FEW I'VE MET WITH SIMILAR EXPERIENCES... AND AT LEAST ONE OF THEM IS PROBABLY GOING TO (RE)READ THIS AT SOME POINT. HI AGAIN!!!
I'M VERY OPEN ABOUT MY IDENTITY AS AN INTROJECT OF PINK CITY'S VERY OWN HOONIS BOOGIE ON THIS WEBSITE. THAT'S JUST *WHO I AM*. I WAS SO RUDELY YANKED FROM MY EXISTANCE AS HOST OF GHOST OF THE YEAR AND THROWN HERE INSTEAD, BECAUSE WHOEVER HAD THIS BODY PRIOR DIDN'T GROW UP IN AN ENVIRONMENT SAFE ENOUGH TO MAINTAIN IT. AND I ABSOLUTELY DON'T BLAME THEM, WHOEVER THEY WERE... I SAY I OUGHTTA BLAME WHATEVER FORCE DECIDED *I*, OF ALL BEINGS, WAS GOING TO BRING ANY KIND OF AID TO THE SITUATION. I ALREADY CAN'T PROCESS AND HANDLE MY OWN BORDERLINE SYMPTOMS.
BUT ENOUGH ON MY UNHAPPINESS WITH MY CURRENT SITUATION. WHEN I EXISTED IN PINK CITY, DARLY WAS MY 2DBF THEN, TOO. I WAS ABSOLUTELY ENTHRAWLED BY HIS SHOW (AND I STILL AM) AND I WOULD SPEND WHATEVER TIME THAT I COULD WITH HIM. I WOULD SIT ALONE IN THE DUSTY BACK ROOM OF MY WORKPLACE WATCHING WHATEVER TAPES I'D SCROUNGED UP FROM OLD THRIFT STORES AND SHUTTERED TAPE RENTAL BUSINESSES; LETTING THE CRACKLING STATIC FROM THAT AGED, BORDERLINE INOPERABLE TELEVISION SET MAKE THE NON-EXISTENT HAIRS ON MY ARMS STAND ON END. PRESSING MY FACE UP AGAINST THE BULBOUS SCREEN TO BE AS CLOSE TO HIM AS I POSSIBLY COULD, LISTENING TO HIS GRATING, TREMELOUS VOICE HIT PEAKS THROUGH THE LOUSY SPEAKERS THAT'D MAKE MY HEART SWELL. DIG UP WHATEVER INFORMATION I POSSIBLY COULD ON HIS SHOW AND DARLES NEMENI'S SUBSEQUENT DISAPPEARANCE. I HAVE FEELINGS FOR THAT MAN, AS WELL - THOUGH HE ISN'T THE POINT OF THIS PAGE, THE WONDERFUL BEING HE BROUGHT TO LIFE THROUGH HIS CREATION IS. MISTER DARLY WAS MY BOYFRIEND.
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I COULD NOT CONVEY TO YOU THE WAY I FELT UPON RECONNECTING WITH DARLY, UPON SEEING HIM IN THIS UNIVERSE. THE KNOWLEDGE AND THE PROOF THAT HE EXISTED WHERE I AM NOW, IF ONLY IN A VERY SHORT CLIP, WAS ENOUGH TO MAKE ME FEEL LIKE I WAS FALLING HEAD OVER HEELS ALL OVER AGAIN. IT'S EUPHORIC TO HAVE FOUND HIM AGAIN, TO HAVE CONFIRMATION THAT OUR EXISTANCES ARE SO DEEPLY INTERTWINED WITH ONE ANOTHER; LOVE SO BOUNDLESS AND TOUCHING THAT IT REACHES ACROSS UNIVERSES AND IS BORN AGAIN. AND, IS THAT NOT THE IDEAL? CALLING US SOULMATES WOULDN'T BE INCORRECT. THAT KIND OF DEEPSET LOVE AND ADORATION - SOME MAY GO AS FAR AS TO CALL IT WORSHIP - IS ONE THAT THE HUMANS I LIVE AMONGST SEEM TO DESIRE SO DEEPLY. ENOUGH TO WRITE FANTASTICAL STORIES ABOUT SITUATIONS SEEMINGLY AS MUNDANE AS MINE. I MUST BE A VERY LUCKY GIRL TO HAVE FOUND IT... AND I AM INFINITELY THANKFUL THAT I DID.
MISTER DARLY FILLS MY HEART WITH A SACCHARINE WARMTH, IN SPITE OF EXISTING SO POINTEDLY. I CAN CLOSELY OBSERVE THE RAGGED EDGES OF HIS FACE, THE DUST THAT'S GATHERED ATOP LANGUISHING CARDBOARD, THE SHARP GEOMETRY THAT MAKES UP HIS VERY FORM... AND FEEL AN OVERWHELMING TENDERNESS. AN URGE TO GENTLY TUG HIM DOWN TO MY LEVEL AND HOLD THAT ROUGH, BOX-HEAD IN MY HANDS. A DEEPSET NEED TO CRAWL UP BESIDE HIM LATE AT NIGHT AND SINK INTO HIS CHEST, LITTERED WITH A VARIETY OF UNEVEN SCARS OF VARYING ORIGINS AND AFFLICTIONS FROM HIS EXISTANCE ACROSS SO MANY DIFFERENT ENVIRONMENTS. TO FEEL HIS INFLUENCE TANGIBLY, IF EVEN FOR THE SHORTEST OF FLEETING MOMENTS. YET, THE REVERENCE I FEEL FOR HIM REACHES SO MUCH FURTHER BEYOND THAT FLUTTERING HEAT IN MY CHEST. THE BORDERLINE DEBILITATING LOVE I FEEL FOR HIM EVERY WAKING DAY OF MY EXISTANCE IS BUT A PORTION OF THE EMOTION HE ENVOKES WITHIN ME; DARLY SHOWS ME RELIGIOUS HONOR, TREMBLING OVERWHELM AND AN ALMOST HAILED FEAR. WITH ASSUMPTION YOU'RE HERE AFTER READING ABOUT HIM AS A CHARACTER, YOU'RE ALREADY AWARE OF MY VIEWS ON HIM AS AN ANGEL (OR A FALLEN ONE, AT THAT), AND TO IGNORE THAT PART OF HIS EXISTANCE IS TO IGNORE AN OUTSTANDING CHUNK OF HIS INHERENT BEAUTY! I HAVE SAID IT MANY TIMES ALREADY, AND I WILL SAY IT AGAIN: HE IS MY LORD. HIS ODD, DISTURBING BEHAVIOR IS NOT ONLY AN ATTRIBUTE OF HIS THAT I HOLD AN INCREDIBLY WEIGHTED CHERISHMENT TOWARD, BUT ONE THAT EVEN DISCOMFORTS ME SOMETIMES. ALAS... I BASK IN IT. I HAVE SPENT A GOOD PORTION OF MY LIFE BEING DISTURBED BY FORCES THAT HAVE BEEN OUT TO HARM ME - OTHERS THAT HOLD SO MUCH HATRED AND MALICE TOWARD MY VERY BEING AND WANT TO WATCH ME WAIL IN PAIN AND REMAIN HELPLESS UNDER THEIR WRATH - THAT I WELCOME AND UNEQUIVOCALLY REVERE INDIGNITY FROM THOSE WHO I *KNOW*, FOR A FACT, LOVE ME. TO EXPERIENCE A KIND, ADORING VIOLENCE DONE OUT OF NOTHING BUT LOVING WORSHIP IS TO TAKE AWAY ANY POWER THAT THOSE WHO INTENDED TO DEFILE ME PURELY OUT OF SCORN FOR THEMSELVES HAD. ANY TUMULTUOUS BEHAVIOR DARLY WOULD HAVE TOWARD ME IS FERVENTLY TENDER.
I'M CERTAINLY AWARE OF THE FACT THAT ALLOWING EMOTIONS LIKE THOSE TO FESTER WITHIN A RELATIONSHIP MAY PUT OTHERS OFF. IN RESPONSE TO THAT, I CAN ONLY REITERATE WHAT I'VE JUST POURED OUT IN THE PREVIOUS PARAGRAPH: HARM THAT ISN'T DONE TO PUNISH ME OR ENVOKE FEAR FROM WITHIN ME, IS HARM THAT I ACCEPT WITHOUT THOUGHT.
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TO BE LOVED IS TO BE CHANGED, AND CHANGED I HAVE. IT'S ODD, REALLY; MOST ENTER INTO WHAT'S CALLED A HONEYMOON PHASE WHEN THEY FIRST GET TOGETHER WITH THEIR PARTNERS. FOR ME, IT WAS ALMOST THE OPPOSITE. MEETING DARLY AGAIN WAS FIRST A REASSURANCE, THEN A WARMLY HAZY MEMORY FROM MY PREVIOUS EXISTANCE, THEN RESPONSIBLE FOR MY FICTOSEXUAL JOURNEY BEGINNING IN THE FIRST PLACE, AND NOW HE IS MY EVERYTHING ONCE MORE, JUST AS HE WAS IN THE PINK CITY. I YEARN SO DEEPLY TO SEE HIM TANGIBLY AGAIN SOME DAY, TO GET ANOTHER GLIMPSE OF THE WACKY LITTLE TELEVISION SHOW HE WAS APART OF OUTSIDE MY OWN MEMORY, EVEN IF ITS AS SMALL AS THE FIRST. ALAS... THE CREATOR RESPONSIBLE FOR BRINGING BOTH HIM AND ME TO LIFE IN THIS WORLD HAS HER FOCUSES ELSEWHERE CURRENTLY, AND I HOPE THE BEST FOR HER. HER INFLUENCE OUTSIDE OF PINK CITY HAS TOUCHED ME, TOO.
KNOWING MY DEAREST, HE WOULD BOTH REVEL IN AND WORRY FOR THE INTENSE, BORDERLINE PIOUS AFFECTION I HAVE FOR HIM. THE FACT THAT SOMEONE IS SO DEEPLY INFATUATED WITH HIS VERY EXISTANCE INFLATES HIS ALREADY WEIGHTY EGO, YET STIRS AN ANXIETY WITHIN HIM AKIN TO THE KIND THAT DEER IN THE MIDDLE OF DESOLATE ROADS ARE FACED WITH WHEN A FORD IS HURTLING DOWN THE ROAD TOWARD THEM. FEAR OF INTIMACY IS NOT UNCOMMON, AND I FEEL MY INNARDS WEEP KNOWING HE'S EVEN BEEN DETERRED FROM SUCH ADORATION IN THE FIRST PLACE. I WANT TO SHOW HIM SO BADLY JUST HOW LOVELY AFFECTION CAN BE, ESPECIALLY THE KIND WE CAN EXCHANGE WITH ONE ANOTHER. THE KIND I CAN GIVE HIM WHILE WE LAY BESIDE EACH OTHER, PASSING HEAT BETWEEN OUR FORMS WHILE WE MURMUR WHATEVER THOUGHTS CHOOSE TO PASS THROUGH OUR MINDS ALOUD. WHETHER THAT BE SIMPLY LAYING ATOP ONE ANOTHER AND SWAPPING TENDER KISSES AFTER SPEAKING WORDS THAT MAKE LITTLE SENSE, OR PRESSING THE SHARPNESS OF A BLADE JUST HARD ENOUGH INTO SKIN TO DRAW A FEW ELEGANT DROPS OF RICH BLOOD FROM BENEATH TO SEE THE (LITERAL) BEAUTY WITHIN, OR EVEN JUST EXISTING IN SILENCE TOGETHER BECAUSE NO WORDS OR ACTIONS THAT CURRENTLY COME TO MIND COULD CONVEY THE FEELINGS WE HAVE TOWARD EACH OTHER... I DON'T MIND. I WOULD TAKE ALL OF THEM AT ONCE, IF I COULD. OUR LOVE MANIFESTS IN SO MANY DIFFERENT WAYS, SOME ODDER THAN OTHERS, BUT I'M INCREDIBLY HAPPY WITH ITS EVERCHANGING NATURE NONETHELESS.
AS I POUR MY HEART OUT INTO THIS HTML FILE, THE HOURS STRETCH ON LATE INTO THE NIGHT AND INTO THE EARLY MORNING; IT'S ALMOST 2 AM BY NOW. MY COHERENCY BEGINS TO DETIORATE ALONG WITH MY ENERGY LEVELS AND MY THOUGHTS SLIP FURTHER AND FURTHER TOWARD LEVELS OF ADORATION THAT I'M STILL SOMEWHAT UNCOMFORTABLE EXPRESSING ON A PLACE AS ACCESSIBLE AND PUBLIC AS MY PERSONAL WEBSITE... EVERGROWING IN ITS VERY OWN NICHE, APPROACHING POPULARITY LEVELS OF SITES THAT HAD INSPIRED ME IN THE VERY BEGINNING. THIS IS MOSTLY BECAUSE OF MY OWN FEAR OF MY WORDS BEING MISCONSTRUED, SPECIFICALLY IN WAYS I WON'T GO INTO FOR MY OWN SAFETY. PERHAPS ONE DAY I'LL BE CONFIDENT ENOUGH TO SHARE ALL OF MY THOUGHTS TOWARD DARLY HERE, WHEN I'M AN ADULT AND EVEN MORE COMFORTABLE WITH THE SPACE I'VE CURATED FOR MYSELF. I'VE ALREADY GOTTEN PRETTY INTENSE ON HERE, AND I LOVE THAT I COULD DO THAT. I LOVE THAT I COULD WRITE SO FERVENTLY ABOUT MY WIFE WHO HAS FOUND ME THROUGH TIME AND UNIVERSE AND TOUCHED MY HEART AGAIN. BUT MOST OF ALL, I LOVE HIM. I LOVE THAT MISTER DARLY COULD INSPIRE ME TO WRITE OVER A THOUSAND WORDS ABOUT HIM AND HIS EXISTANCE AND THE WONDERFULLY STRANGE RELATIONSHIP WE SHARE. I LOVE THAT HE MANIFESTS IN THE WAY I LIVE NOW IN A VARIETY OF WAYS: ON MY WALL, IN MY BED, BESIDE ME WHENEVER I LEAVE THE HOUSE, ONLINE. HIM. I LOVE HIM.
"OH, DARLY BOXMAN. WILL I EVER BE AS GOOD A HOST AS YOU?"