Ever since my parents found out about the life I was living behind their backs, things have never been the same. My mother and I have always had a wonderful relationship. I share much of my life with her; I always come to her for advice, as well as comfort. My father however, I can't say the same.

I had yet another dream about being pregnant last night. I've been having them for a while and they've gotten more and more real every time. The first one was a month or so ago and very surreal, I was in my house and super pregnant, but it turned out that you can take out a baby and put it in the washer, and thus take a break from the pregnancy. I did but I forgot to put the babies back inside me and there ended up being a bunch of babies and tiny body parts poring out of my dryer, and I was hysterical, screaming for my mom to help me. It was terrifying.

If the link doesn't work, it's called same love by macklemore.

"Princeton student attempts to be 1st openly gay climber to reach Seven Summits"

http://www.nj.com/news/index.ssf/2013/03/princeton_student_heads_to_mt.h...

She said she doesn't want to live with me next year.

Actually, she said that her mother and her psych people have recommended that she either live by herself or with the boyfriend, because that's "a more stable relationship."

But... if you choose to do so, here's some good --- and very light-hearted --- advice: :)

I wrote about being exposed to porn in my last journal, this one's going to be a continuation of that but a bit more sinister.

A few weeks after seeing my first porn and learning a important new skill Justin came over to my place one Saturday with a DVD that he promised I would enjoy. We closed the drapes and undressed, knowing that what we would be watching would lead to us having fun.

Just gonna jump right in to this one.

Just updates, I guess...

I feel like I've already named a journal that... oh well. All of you can't get enough of this C V N T L I F E.

So I got ungrounded a few days ago (got in a fight, parents found out about all the sex and smoking and all sorts of inappropriate shit I was doing) and surprisingly I feel fucking worse than when I was grounded. I guess its been kinda hard switching between my pre-grounding craziness to post-grounding life-sucks-shit-iness.

It seems that I've got a hopeless crush, but I always was one big cliche. Her name is Annika and she's funny and pretty and she's super talented--she can sing so beautifully and she's an amazing actress...sigh.
In other news, I'm getting over a bad cold and I have to go to physical therapy now. Apparently I'm too thin so I don't have enough muscle to support my scoliosis-ridden back. Thank god for insurance, right? I'm hoping I can replace it with ballroom dancing classes soon.
Is anyone else watching The Neighbors? It's hilarious!

'there aren't enough good queer musicians' on here, awhile back....take a read, dude. http://www.autostraddle.com/almost-famous-mary-lambert-159562/

These guys do a weekly column on up and coming gay artists and musicians, it's kinda cool.

I appreciate the comments on my first journal and also the humor! It feels great to finally be part of the gay community.

This coming out story --- together with its expressed uncertainties --- is posted in today's The Link ( student newspaper at Concordia University):

http://thelinknewspaper.ca/article/4082

I found his story quite moving and eloquently expressed... very much reminiscent of what I might have expected from one of our one-time quite prolific Oasies™ who, if my memory serves me right, is (was?) also a student at Concordia...

And... as long as you have today's The Link open, you might as well take a look at this article: