Vlod Strangemoon

His heartbeat feels like a slow knock on his unyielding rib cage. He starts breathing deeply. His heart is pounding so fast that he strokes gently his pummeling chest. His stomach feels troubled and uneasy. His body numbs while there are hurried trembles that muddle his flesh and bones. He is trying to calm himself but the terror inside only gets worse. He feels like dying.

In a small bar illuminated by neon lights and pulsing with loud music, a queer guy, his face etched with melancholy, is lured to the dance floor by a daring stranger. They dance freely while drinking and share a moment of fondling, charged with sexual desires. Overcome by the thrill, the queer guy feels dizzy as everything starts to slow and blur.

In a small bar illuminated by neon lights and pulsing with loud music, a queer guy, his face etched with melancholy, is lured to the dance floor by a daring stranger. They dance freely while drinking and share a moment of fondling, charged with sexual desires. Overcome by the thrill, the queer guy feels dizzy as everything starts to slow and blur.