I suppose the title to this journal has a double meaning. First, i'm ecstatic because my class ring came in over the weekend and it's freakin awesome. I feel like a Superbowl champ with this thing on my finger and it s definitely getting some attention.
I just noticed something really funny. My computer noticed and corrected that i didn't capitalize Superbowl, but it didn't do a single thing when i typed "jesus" earlier. Makes me all tingly inside, doesn't it you?
This is just a creative way of telling that i was raised by a War Veteran and a Southern Belle of a mother. Hence the two flags comment you'll run into if you continue to read. If you really want the whole effect of this journal, you should listen to "For What It's Worth by Buffalo Springfield". I was listening the entire time i wrote this...might send a shiver up your spine if you listen while you read. I know it did mine.*
Raised under the the bipolar powers of a land, it's heritage weaved into a string then sown into the flags representing said creeds.
Yeah...i really don't post nearly as much as i read. Kinda feel like a stalker sometimes, checking on other people's posts when i can and possibly putting in my two cents if i'm passionate enough on the subject or if it's someone new i welcome them with an open mind for rest and open arms for comfort, but in truth, i'm not too active here on Oasis.
I've made a couple friends on here i suppose, not too many, but enough to keep me busy when i'm tired of working or i need to bounce some new comedy material off of someone. Which, by the way, is the best thing i could have possibly done.
I'm a decent person. I am. It takes more than it does some to piss me off, but now i finally know what real anger feels like!
I'm still at school, i just got out of lunch, and i'm so angry because of a rumor flying around about me
I know i know, it's just a rumour and i shouldn't be upset about something so stupid, but the tale that's being told is so incredibly offensive that i have lost all concept of courtesy with the fabricators.
My job requires i have a certain mind set, like so many jobs do. But the jobs that most people my age have include bagging groceries or flipping burgers. Mine has me telling jokes on stage.
I love my job. I love being a comedian, it suits me, but the bad part of comedy suiting your person is that it goes the other way as well. I am also suited for comedy. Not just it for me. So it goes without saying that i have a bit of an odd thought process since i've been asked to perform on a number of occasions.
Tomorrow should be interesting. Oh to hell with interesting...i'm excited as all hell! I actually met another gay guy near where i live and we're going on the first date both of us have EVER HAD WITH ANOTHER GUY tomorrow!
I don't know whether to feel a bit dizzy with anticipation would be appropriate or if it would be more likely to be as giddy as i am but either way, i seem to be doing the second one.
Man i'm missin' out!
I've spent the past three hours watching 1 Girl 5 Gays on logotv.com and i can't help but feel like i'm missin' somethin' here.
I'm growin' up in rural Ohio, my mom 'n pop style of raisin' hasn't exactly left me in prime land for a queer lifestyle. And because of this, despite a few wishes and prayers, i don't get much interaction with fellow LGBT folks. In fact, most people who know about my homosexuality (namely everyone now) that are still willin' to talk to me, are only doin' so on the condition i keep my attraction to men to myself!
This song is one I would personally love to sing, and comfort a lover. It’s a pretty tune by Phil Collins. Cute, no?
Come stop your crying
It will be all right
Just take my hand
Hold it tight
I will protect you
From all around you
I will be here
Don't you cry
For one so small,
You seem so strong
My arms will hold you
Keep you safe and warm
This bond between us
Can't be broken
I will be here
Don't you cry
'Cause you'll be in my heart
Yes, you'll be in my heart
From this day on
Now and forever more
You'll be in my heart
No matter what they say
A lot of people have used the word "love" rather loosely. Wouldn't you agree? I mean, "I love nachos" sounds far too similar to "I love my husband/wife" for me to take it seriously.
I remember i was sitting in a Veterans of Foreign War's bar (my father is a Vietnam Veteran, giving me access to such places) and there was a man my father has come to know from his time spent in said bar.
We'll call him Jamer.
Some of the lines in Chicago songs just make me smile.
One of the songs is called the Jail Cell Tango is sung by six woman on death row whom have all murdered their husbands, one of them actually murdered her husband and her sister as well when she caught them together. That song has so many funny parts that i can't help but snicker whenever i find it. One of them for example is a woman claiming her husband ran into her knife...ten times.
When i was younger i thought the way i wish i could think now.
I remember the first time i heard the word gay was my ninth birthday, my cousin Terry who is now in prison for drug trafficking caught me playing house with my sister. She had a barby and i had a G-I Joe type of action figure. (Notice i have no idea how to spell the name of the more feminine doll, a strong sign of my masculinity if i've ever seen one.)
I'm new, i suppose. Interesting enough for a first sentence, no?
I suppose i could tell you all that i'm not interesting. That i'm a boring sack of crap that sits at home staring off into the distance imagining the strangest of occurrences and how i would react in comparison with the most likely responses of others. I thought about this very one not too long ago in fact. I was pandering how i'd introduce myself to a completely new group of folk i was completely unfamiliar with.