Taking Pictures

Taking Pictures

do I need another coffee mug

even from Mumbai

or another t-shirt

even one from Istanbul

do I want you buying me gifts

on your travels

 

it’s nice to be thought of

but you know

a photo of the mug would be enough

better yet

a photo of you naked

holding that mug

to your lips

because when you travel

that’s what I miss the most

or a picture of you

mugging in the mirror

in your hotel room

with the t-shirt pulled up

with one hand

the camera in the other

and your dick below

catching the glint of the summer sun

 

I don’t want your overtime work

that pays for the travel

to be turned into some souvenir 

that sits on my shelf

until I donate it to some garage sale

 

better yet

take me with you

so I can take pictures

This is based on real experience – both receiving & giving travel gifts. I have been given some of the most hideous t-shirts by various friends that they picked up just for me on their travels – bright colours aren’t going to sell me on a crappy graphic of eyes bulging out at a boobs on the beach. My thanks is usually on behalf of of the nearly clothing donation bin.

Now if they had texted me a photo of that tee still on the pile I would have even happier & more amused. My Mumbai buddy now asks if there’s anything I might like to have when he travels because he knows I don’t want anymore tee shirts, crockery is too hard to pack. This year he’ll bring me tea packaged for the local market. Something I will use & enjoy.

Some of my other travel friends know that face pics or beach sunset pics are enough for me. A few do take that extra step of showing me uh … their tan lines. A post card is sweet too. 

When I travel I do text pics to friends of things I see. No more than one a day though. Yes I do send more explicit selfies to those who merit them 🙂 I do buy tee’s for a couple of them as well. One once sent me a picture of himself while he was in Kenya, wearing the DC tee I gave him, so I know it was practical & appreciated & looks good on him (it looks best on the floor beside my bed.) He brought me back a box of tea (that tastes nearly as good as he does.) 

This piece was fun to write. It let my mind ramble away from social commentary, emotional interactions or childhood memories. The 222 Rules aren’t prompts that lead me to humour.

Hey! Now you can give me $$$ to defray blog fees & buy coffee in Washington at 2019’s capfireslam.org – sweet,eh? paypal.me/TOpoet

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