you know, if their is 2 things in gaming i love its looking too deep into games and indie games but lately Torture Platformers are taking a place there, you know Super Meat Boy, Cloudberry Kingdom and I Wanna Be the Guy (despite that i still say that one game is the spawn of all evil) the pain and soul ripping of this genre is just perfect to me on so many levels. the little irony is my favorite characters in SMB are Jill and Commander Video and if you get that you are awesome.
Here's just one excerpt from You Can Tell Just by Looking… And 20 Other Myths about LGBT Life and People: book published today, October 01.
To summarize: It's never easy to come out…
Let's hope that a review by Jeff will be forthcoming soon!
I have never been to this town, but my heart belongs here. It sort of just calls out to me. I'm always looking up photos of Astoria, always longing to just pack up and move there. I literally just looked up some available apartments and I found a few I would take in a heartbeat.
I'm tired of living here in Tennessee. Living with my mom, having her take care of me all the time. I'm an adult, she doesn't have to support me anymore. She probably would have a lot more money if I found my own place.... I want to get away. Far from here.
I just want to go to Astoria.
The conversation lasted about 5 minutes, I think. Maybe less.
Me: I want to tell you something.
Mom: What did you do?
(she said it in this kind of accusatory tone, which I don't understand because I literally never get into trouble, except for a couple of computer viruses a while ago and being behind on my schoolwork.)
Me: No, it's not like that. I want to be honest with you out of respect.
Mom: Oh, okay.
(she had this really amused tone like this was going to be a joke.)
Me: I'm bisexual.
Mom: Alright. What works for you, works for me.
ive been trying to get back into poetry and challenge myself and in doing so i invented a challenge. i call it the Sabaton Challenge. it takes inspiration from the band of the same name. they previously made 3 songs, Metal Crue, Metal Machine and Metal ripper. the Challenge is as such, of course this is just a skill challenge, is to list 60 bands or less, the higher the number the higher the difficulty. the 1st part is the base of metal crue, band names, for example the first paragraph of Metal Crue is
"Take some venom and accept
That you won't see nazareth
my father says sorry; his own passed away last sunday
i cry because there are needles in the gutter close to school; i read scar tissue by anthony kiedis, because i've always romanticized desperate people despite knowing the reality of it
it's my sister's birthday and i make crystal necklaces, one for her, one for me
my boyfriend and i fight over magic the gathering and dirty dishes; we fuck violently
i spend the night alone in my parents' house, my first night alone in three months; i slip into my mother's medicine cabinet
I don't know who I am, where I am, or what I am doing.
I feel my heart growing progressively colder towards Edwin, something I never thought would happen in a million years. But he is just making me hate him. He is practically just pushing me away into another person's arms, where I find my solace all too often.
Sooner or later, he is going to lose me. I'd always been afraid of losing him... but now he has to worry. If he even cares...
This was kind of put off for a couple of days, but I had this dream twice.
I'm traveling through these underground industrial ruins, searching massive, dark, rusted tunnels for signs of living civilization in a colossal, inescapable complex. I eventually stumbled upon this large, rocky passage that leads to a small makeshift gate put together out of a couple of sheets of rusted copper, and a thick fence made from a bunch of sticks of wood. The gate was open, so I entered.
I forgot to mention, recently I got a job, that is to say slowly my soul is being crushed.
i.e. I'm sign shaking for Value Village. Getting a job is hard, I applied at like a billion places and this is the only one I ever heard back from in any capacity.
(All my friends that have jobs got them either through a relative or even just a friend who already worked there, told them when to apply, vouched for them, etc.)
So I took it.
No Sunday Starbucks update from Super Duck!!!
That has to mean she's off getting laid, no?!
As stated in the title, I'm planning on making a youtube channel on which I'll post various videos of myself talking about random crap. I'm curious if anyone has anything they think I should talk about. I'll be posting the link on the site once I've got it up. But yeah. Thanks.
What a great "read" this most recent book is from David Levithan: Two Boys Kissing!
I received it just yesterday… and it's already finished.
I've never before read a story told quite like this. First… there are no chapters! Second… it is subtly interwoven with a ghostly running commentary delivered by the collective observers from a now-distant, tragic era of gay history. The main story, however, is far from tragic!
You are assured of finding it exceedingly uplifting… and there is no doubt that you will find in it much that touches very close to home.
Honestly, sometimes I feel more and more like jumping off of a building when I think about growing older. I'm terrified of losing the things I care for most. I want to live forever, but at the same time I'm horrified at the very idea of the people I love dying before me. I don't want to lose anything. Sometimes I'd really rather die.
This was easily one of the absolute wildest dreams I've had in my life.
So, I signed up for the mailing list of this club set up by a Mormon kid in Cali, McKay Hatch, his club being called the "No Cussing Club".
Hehe, I always thought that was an interesting idea, a club dedicated to the idea of not doing something, and I was mildly curious to see what they sent out.
Well, heh, the first thing I got had this title: please keep sexual predators out of the bathrooms and locker rooms please help sign my sisters petition.
Interesting, thought I. It wasn't what I expected, here was the short letter in the email: