Resurgence of DiamondDog

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Well, it truly has been forever and a day since I updated. Last time I wrote, I had merely been accepted to UCSC, and here I am in my spring quarter in my dorm writing about what has happened in the long time in between.

Porter college is my home at Santa Cruz. I am a proud memeber of A2north (http://geocities.com/a_2_north) the performing arts hall. Porter is somewhat officially titled the arts college, and unofficially the gay college. It's home to the Lavendar Lounge, the Queer Fashion Show, and a gay married C.R.E. with an adopted son. The university as a whole has been named the most gay friendly public campus. It's an easy place to be gay.

We had a coming out dance which was a lot of fun and well attended by queer and queer friendly people. Not to mention the fact I was an attendee at the UCLGBTIA conference (which is now the western regional GLBTIA conference).

But really, what does it mean to be gay at a place where it's easy to be gay? It's been a big step for me in being comfortable and not having to look over my shoulder. I am an all girls Catholic school graduate, you know.

It means a queer identity isn't all of me, it's just something that is part of me. I don't carry around like a weight the way I once did. I am open and joking about my love life and my friends. And as I mentioned, that's easy up in medical-marijuana-just-south-of Sa_n Francisco-Santa Cruz. How about coming home?

Well, at home, my parents are still up tight, but the fact I have somewhere else I consider home makes them more tolerable. But how about relating to home?

I went out clubbing in Hollywood at an 80s themed place called "Clockwork Orange" with a dear (and very gay aristocratic friend) and we had a blast. We danced, we checked out people, and I even chased a girl around all night to find out she was straight. I didn't have the paranoia of being afraid of her sexuality, I was comfortable enough with mine to go for it without the assurance of hers. And I was wrong (although I have to really wonder about her...) and it wasn't a big deal. It was her loss really.

It's more of a battle to deal with people staring at my purple hair or making comments about my strict vegetarianism which is an identity I am struggling for. I worry about making sure I can afford to dry my clothes (quarters are a hot commodity) and spending time at the 7-11 at 2 AM when I get a craving while pulling an all-nighter.

And it's a very good feeling.

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eTgen's picture

glad to hear that all is well

glad to hear that all is well my dear- I miss our conversations of old *single tear* lol

a presto,
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DiamondDog's picture

As do I! Press secretary f

As do I!

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Tiki's picture

hoorah!

welcome back!!! :) and yay!




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DiamondDog's picture

It's good to be back! Pres

It's good to be back!

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Beryl's picture

It's good to see you again!

It's good to see you again! I'm glad things are so much more comfortable for you out there, after catholic school you deserve it. Why is it harder being a vegetarian, I thought there were a lot more vegan options out there now in restuarants and stores, or is that only in the New England area?

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Restaurants? Oh, the places r

Restaurants? Oh, the places requiring money. The problem is, I don't eat any type of meat nor do I drink milk. Actually finding meals that give me full proteins is very difficult. A lot of the time I do have to bring my own meals from stores.

Press secretary for The Movement To Free Ommpa loompa Land From The Tyrannical Rule Of The Evil Capitalsitic Despot Willy Wonka And Associates