Everybody else is seeing Pat the Bunny and Matt Pless in concert in Baltimore, and I stay at home napping and being unhappy all day. This four-day weekend is going to be boring. Nobody showed up at lunch today, so I had to spend the period in the woods, getting muddy and exploring my mind. Today was the last day of PE, my favorite class, so I get to start listening to bullshit in health and I don't get a period to wake me up in the morning any more, so that's fun.
A tad awkward... but that's likely the norm? Enjoy!
Hey. I was wondering if anyone on here can help me with this:
My name is Max Emerson and I'm a 25 year old international model in the Wilhelmina network. I've recently completed a full-length novel, Hot Sissy; Life Before Flashbulbs, about growing up gay in a small, redneck Florida town.Think Running with Scissors, but with a vengeance. The plan is to self-publish until an adequate number of sales are met to find a large-scale publisher.
-I've strayed from my passion for psychology. It still fascinates me, but I can't really see myself having a career in it, unless it was research-oriented. I was set on a creative writing/psychology double major, but my plans have changed.
Well there I was in my house alone, and I figured I needed to entertain myself with something. I figured I would seach the old linen closet in search of some old books, one in particular though. From what I remember it was of a maroon color and was probably under and inch thick. But one thing was for sure, it was something about Peanuts comic strips.
Brownie points to whoever can tell me where that came from. Hint: it's a very good book by a curmudgeonly author who died about 6 years ago.
Of course, the better title might be to replace "Mankind on Earth" with "my Life". First of all, I'm tired. Of course, I have school with my 5 AP classes, etc, and then I walk from there about 3 miles home, where I have about 20 minutes to eat, not having had anything since before school, and then I do a bike ride for usually about an hour.
I want to start by thanking everyone who made comments on my first posting here, it feels great to be welcomed like that and I hope I don't disappoint anyone with what I write.
Tears of black tears of red
No tears of blue
I don't see where I'm going
he said 'Neither do I
but I know what I'm gonna do
I looked at him and thought
'he's so pretty'
'What a man'
'I'm going with you
Wherever you go.
Whatever you do.
Whatever you say.'
'I'm okay with that, girl.
But if you want
I have to warn you
I got nowhere to go.
I got nowhere to run.
I got nowhere to hide.'
I said 'baby
If you gave me a gun
and told me to shoot
I'd do it
I'd go right ahead
I'd follow you wherever
I've already PM'd with someone regarding this, and mentioned it too implicitly in some of the poems I've posted, but it's at the point at which I feel I need to be explicit about it.
Well it seems that I failed at another thing in life, just like so many others. They found me before I died and I had to go to the hospital and treatment, and well like so many other times that I have been before, I faked my way through it the best I could. Pretending to be happy is easy, because they can't read your mind and frankly at this point there isn't any help they could have given me anyway. Luckily for me I was able to stay on the same meds I have before, because I know my psychiatrist really well. Though at this point they have added another disorder to my list of problems.
Hi! I'm Brady, I'm almost 15, and this is the first time I've ever done anything like this. I'm writing this because I think people out should know that gays like me exist, and just how hard it is for us to be different. I think people on here will understand that. None of the names I use here, including mine, are real but it has to be that way.
I have fought hard for gay rights. My brothers and sisters have fought hard for gay rights. We rioted, we marched, we spoke, we died. We even have a letter in LGBT. We have been a part of this fight since the beginning.
In my opinion, this fight is over. This fight has been over, and within two years, the idea of fighting for 'gay rights' will have become redundant. And yet I am waiting for my gratitude. I am waiting for the acknowledgement.
It's funny because Mississippi is the Hospitality State, but I have not had a particularly warm reception on my visit. During Thanksgiving break, I didn't notice it because I didn't have time to go to a lot of places, but pretty much everyone I've encountered outside of high school friends and immediate family has been... ass-y. A few nights after I got back from Boston, my mom and sister and I went to a pizza place for dinner, and someone my mom knew was there. Her son went to high school with me but graduated a year or two before I did. Upon finding out that I live in Boston now, she kept saying all this stuff about how much she would just hate to live there and making so many negative comments. Thanks, I don't give a shit. And none of the extended family on my dad's side wants anything to do with me when I see them, but it's fine because I never liked them much anyway. A lot of people around here tend to be pretty insular and don't like when "outsiders" visit, especially northeastern "outsiders." I guess I must qualify now.
I spent a day with two friends from high school recently. Well, one wasn't really my friend until the very end of high school, but it was still nice to see him, especially since he goes to NYU, so he gets missing the energy of a city.
Pat the Bunny is playing a concert with Matt Pless in Baltimore and I have to see it. If I do not, I will cry.
Neutral Milk Hotel is playing a concert in D.C. on the 31st and if everything goes to plan I will see it. If I do not, I will cry even more.
A song of mine is being released on eight-track tape, currently scheduled for early February, and it will be the first music by me that will be released by a separate organization, and I am excite.
I will be recording my last album onto cassette, and will give it to local record stores as well as sell it online.