Here's the second part of the story about the Buddhist monk named Horatio whom I met when I was traveling in Japan at age 22:

Stardate: July 1992

Whenever I visit a Buddhist temple I am reminded of that fascinating but rather vulgar character, Horatio Aleggartero, or in his Chinese name, The Venerable Weh'T.

We have so far spent many days together, and I'm now reflecting upon what he told me last night. Before I recount the story, I need to tell you about his physical attributes.

Horatio is a rather fat man, middle-aged and in possession of a very lively and intense personality. His head and eyebrows are shaved bare. He looks rather strange with his eyebrows shaved, so that only a black stubble is visible. His head has a glow to it. I thought his head was either waxed or oiled because it is so shiny at all times.

The most upsetting part of his features are his eyes and his shaved eyebrows.

His upper and lower lashlines have a faint bluish-purplish hue to them, which makes his already bulging eyes look even larger, more alive and wriggling, like a colored lizard. This coloring over-enhances his eyes to the point that I am reminded of a circus clown, not a Buddhist monk.

So this brings me to telling you about last night at the bar with Horatio. He asked if I wanted to go with him to a bar in town. I had nothing else to do so I accepted.

The bar was quite dark, and I distinctly remember the first thing Horatio did after we sat down was turn over his Buddhist temple emblem, which was attached to his monk satchel. He turned the emblem so that the temple logo faced away from him.

I found this rather odd so I asked him why he did this. He said that he had to turn it over because he was going to be acting more like a man, less like a monk. He said the things he was going to tell me were at odds with his religion and he had to do that in order to clear his conscience.

I thought it was weird.

However, I was interested in what he was going to tell me. He reminded me of the fact that I love to learn about the unknown. He figured out that part of me during those psychological tests. He was very right about me liking, uh, loving the unknown.

He then proceeded to tell me about one of the largest Buddhist monasteries in Japan. He first asked me if I knew anything about them. I told him I didn't. Then he went on to tell me about how the monks and nuns act during a celebration.

He told me that during some celebrations, the monks and nuns have a huge party together in the monastery.

They have every kind of drink imaginable: wine, sake, cognac, vodka, beer, basically every kind of alcoholic beverage that exists. They also have food, again, every kind of food imaginable. They spend the entire night feasting and drinking into the wee hours of the morning. During the party, he said that many people go off and have sex with various people. He then went on to describe how a sex orgy at this party would be a common occurrence. He seemed to relish telling me about all the details of these sex orgies. His pupils became enlarged and his face became even more lively than before.

While he was describing the orgy, I could tell he was fishing for my responses. He obviously was getting off while he explained the sordid details about the monks and nuns having an orgy in a Buddhist monastery.

I found this kind of gross, due to his shaved eyebrows and bald head, which I found utterly repulsive. His eyes, those beady eyes, they were certainly nothing I wanted more of.

After having this experience with Horatio, I came to realize that just because one is a monk, it doesn't really mean anything.

Monks are just people with flaws. Sure, there are probably some great monks who don't try to seduce 22 year-olds, but I would bet there are actually few who aren't able to ignore that wriggling bit beneath their belt.

Nothing happened with Horatio and myself, as far as sex stuff. I found him physically repulsive to an extreme degree. I would guess that if he had been attractive (and Japanese), I might have entertained the idea. I noticed that once I was in Japan, I was beginning to be attracted to Japanese men more than foreign ones. This was mainly due to the novelty factor and also because I didn't really have any experience with them, so they occupied a certain fantasy element in my mind.

I would bet that Horatio was attempting to seduce me, however, I wasn't interested in him that way. During my stay in that Japanese city, my options for companionship were rather limited, and Horatio was the most mentally stimulating out of all my options. But that was it. I am not sure what was in his mind, but I would bet he simply wanted to fuck me. That's why he kept bringing up orgies, attractive girls and all the rest. What a joke.

After that experience with Horatio in the bar, him turning his Buddhist emblem upside down, I had enough of him. That was the last I saw of him and his shaved eyebrows. Meeting him reminded me that most religious people are not to be trusted. They have selfish desires, just like the rest of us. All during college I had read about Buddhist monks in my Eastern Religion classes, and I had always assumed that monks were vastly different from regular people. I was wrong. I would bet that perhaps 1% of monks are like the ones I read about in college, and 99% of them are like Horatio: fat, lewd, and trying to seduce girls half their age.

Meeting a half-assed Buddhist monk was perhaps the best education I could have ever received.

I might add that I have been an atheist since I was 8 years old. I studied Buddhism, Taoism and Hinduism during college. Out of all the possible religions, I do think that Buddhism and other Eastern religions are the most useful to humanity. I do a form of thinking that I created myself, but I don't consider myself Buddhist or any other religion. I guess most people would call what I do meditation, but to me, it's just thinking. That's how most of my actions/plans in life get formulated and visualized. Once these ideas come to me during this thinking time, I made a pact with myself to do them. I don't pay attention to any external factors that get in the way. I simply do what ideas come to me during this thinking time. It makes life simple.

Here is part 1 of this story: https://steemit.com/journal/@stellabelle/i-met-a-buddhist-monk-when-i-was-22-this-is-what-he-said-to-me-journal-found-tonight