So, Its a Big Deal.

Last Friday MeTo and I went to Philadelphia to celebrate our one-year anniversary.  We had a lovely evening planned.  We would go to the Franklin institute have dinner at the Brazilian steak house and then wonder around the city until it was time to part ways.
I had to stay behind because my sister was leaving for college on Sunday and I promised her I would drive with her up there. MeTo had to meet his mother back at our place, the two of them were then going to go upstate to help dad close the house for the rest of winter.
The day did not start as planned we got to the city a little latter then we should have, mostly my fault, and that left us with only two hours to spend in the museum before it closed.  We made the most of it and it turned out two hours was more than enough.
After the museum, we went to a restaurant called Chime, a Brazilian steak house.  MeTo thought he was going to pay for the entire day, but as I felt that was improper and unfair I took care of the museum and allowed him to pay for dinner in short we paid for the parts of the night we picked.
We ended up being a half hour early for the restaurant and took some time to simply take in the city.  We walked past the Comcast tower and went to a 7 eleven to grab me a candy bar.  When the time came, we were excited to eat and I had a blast with the exception of one minor detail.  My head began to hurt and before I knew I had a migraine all before, I realized I had aspirin in my bag.
After dinner, the night was young and we decided to go to a quiet spot.  Q lounge, which was formally bump, was the first thing to pop in my mind.  I knew at that time of day it would be perfect to just sit, talk, and have a good time without all the rowdiness that could be the gayborhood.
I offered to buy him a drink and he passed by saying, “Not right now.”  I was unsure what he was waiting for but we sat and talked for a brief while and before I knew it I was being thanked for all the help I gave during his proposal but he informed me that his PhD proposal defense was not the one he was worried about. After trying to pull what he was talking about out of him, he pulled a red box out of his pocket.  One final question from he and me then asked, “Will you marry me.”
I was stunned and gave it a quick thought and said, “Yes.” I was completely taken off guard and felt like I needed time to think and digest what happened alone.  It was not long before the waiter figured what happened and informed us that he had just taken his ring off a few months ago. I was shocked at the ring not what I expected and yet I was wearing it. My stomach was in knots and my head was throbbing while the aspirin did nothing.  I so wanted to just run to my mom’s and talk to my sister but I did all that a new fiancé is supposed to do.  I showed the ring to all those who asked to see it and had our picture taken in the bar.  He was relieved that I said yes and I was simply in shock.
When the night finally ended, we both went to Market East train station and waited for our separate trains.  He had to meek his mom to go upstate and I had to go with my parents to take my sister to college.
I got home and I told my sister what happened she was in awe, I still was in shock.  We talked about her life and a few things in my life and my head and stomach was just getting worse.  She joked and told me to take the ring off; I was having a Carrie moment. I drank some water and went to sleep.
The first thing I did when I woke was put the ring on and got started with my day.  My sister and I then went to KOP Mall in hopes that shopping would clear my head. I called jay and told him what happened who then patched Tia in and they were thrilled, I still in shock told them how it happened and then we talked about my shock.  A whole day of shopping with my sister and a new outfit and still was not where I should have been.  MeTo called me, I received congratulations from my future in-laws, and we chatted about how our days went.
I made plans to tell my other friends when we went out that night.  On the way I called my cousin Tiffany, she was excited, and I was no longer in shock.  I became more excited at the idea of getting married.  The whole day was filled with ideas of being the first to get married went through my head and tell my mother and planning a wedding and finally my head stopped and my heart took over.
I made a stop at my grandmother’s and told her and my aunt and while my aunt was excited, my grandmother tried to hide her disappointment.  I then met my friends, Dan and Lou were on time and I could not wait to tell them they were excited like everyone else and I told them how I was in shock for a good while and then I just now fell in love with my ring.
Phil showed and he was excited as well and I showed my ring to everyone that asked.  Two hours later Jay joined us at Q and I regaled my friends with the story one last time and we drank almost 40 dollars and were merry, it was a night to remember.
The next day I called MeTo and told him about the night and he was happy for me.  I have no idea why I went through what I went through but I am happy to say I am talking plans for the day when I marry the Sexiest, sweeties, loving man in the entire world.  I got my fairytale.

Searching for that Damn Book!

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Today turned out to be a productive day for me.  I got up earlier that normal which is a huge plus.  MeTo had a presentation at work and I could not sleep after he left, I offered to cook breakfast and no matter how much I insisted he refused.

After I got up I got on my computer and checked my email, much to my surprise dsw.com was have a 50% off sale on all clearance items. I found two perfect pairs of shoes after what felt like two hours of searching.  Placed my order and then cooked myself breakfast. I ate while watching the view and decided that I needed to get out of the house. I began thinking about when I was going to go and what I would do when I got there. Therefore, while waiting for my soaps to come on I did some more browsing and decided that I would go to Barns & Noble.

I have been on the search for a good gay book to read.  I did not want one that was smutty of dramatic or simply by a gay author I wanted something I could relate too.  I looked all over on line and found only one title that interested me before I just decided to give up.  The book was called Naked and did not seem to be about anything gay so reserved a copy to be picked up from the store.

After my soaps, I got dressed as fast as possible and called a cab.  I did my makeup fully for the first time all 2010.  I was feeling good new hair, cool outfit, and makeup.  All I needed was a pedicure and a manicure and I would be unstoppable.

At the bookstore, I got a frappachino and decided to brows.  I looked at everything from music and movies to the bargain rack.  I finally found the gay and lesbian section and to my surprise, I found the perfect book, Swish.  I have not read it yet but by the end of the month expect a full review of it.

My new year’s resolution is to read at least one book a month and write a review on it.  I already have several brand new books on my shelf but I wanted my first to be on a gay book.  So expect that I guess in about 15 days.

Lastly, I also found a magazine that every gay man should read, Winq.  It is cheaper to buy in the store than to subscribe but it is totally awesome and full of international gay stuff.  Cannot really go into detail as each issue covers different stuff but for 8 bucks it is so worth it.

My plan for the evening is to do my nails, read my magazine then start on my book. Somewhere in there, I hope to go out, do some food shopping, and then break in my new tart pans.  Until next time, keep life interesting.

A Few Thoughts for January

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Therefore, it has been one official year with MeTo and my life has changed a lot.  Sometimes I stop and wonder how things might be different if I had never met the man of my dreams so early in my gay life. It amazes me how a single moment can change your life forever.  I could have ignored that message that I got and then would have never known what I was missing and continued with my life in Philly.  I would have still probably got that job at Traction and maybe moved to Bensalem, but all the while still out looking for Mr. Right not knowing that I passed him up.

Today I spoke with my BFF Jay; it is amazing how talking to him puts me in an even better mood no matter what.  The other day when I went to see him and gave him Christmas present, a scarf that I crocheted, he was thrilled and I was so happy that he not only liked it but also appreciated it.  We talk and sometimes it seems that we are losing friends left and right but no matter how far we seem to get away from each other a phone call brings us not only back to where we should be but closer.

Last Friday was my mother’s birthday and I am happy to say that she said it was one of the best birthday’s ever.  I came from NJ to take her out to lunch with my sister.  We ended up going to her friend’s cafe where friends and good food surrounded her.  There was no check but all had a good time.  My mother loved the calendar I brought her and the mugs.

The next day I gave my stepfather his present that I forgot to bring down on Christmas and he loved it, it was a Chinese peasant clock and being a clock collector, he was thrilled.

This past Saturday MeTo and I met his brother boyfriend’s parents at a restaurant in Manhattan.  The restaurant was Rolfs and I was told that to sit in it was like sitting in a Christmas tree.  With exception of the company and decorations, the place was far from worth what we paid to eat there.  The wait staff and management were rude and the food was dry and left a lot to be desired.  I had similar food in a restaurant in Philadelphia where to my surprise the staff dressed in German garb and were extremely nice and the food was amazing.  I expected to have similar food here and was disappointed. It is safe to say that this was the first and last time that I travel to Manhattan just to go out to dinner.

I am finding that my January is quite busy.  The Saturday after going out to dinner I thought that I was going to spend that Sunday taking down the Christmas decorations but I went to MeTo’s aunt’s house where she did her very best not only to make me feel welcome but to ensure that all her guest had a good time.  This was only the second time that I seen the woman and she has proven that she not only has a huge heart but also is a fun loving individual.  Every urn I make it looks like I just fall deeper and deeper in love with not only MeTo but also his entire family including their dog, which I do not think is really a dog, but a completely new breed of awesome animal.

So Monday was MeTo and my one year anniversary, no more monthaversarys here on out.  We are celebrating in Philadelphia this Friday and it looks like it will be a good time. I have decided to stay in the city to hang out with friends on Saturday and then go with my family to drop my sister off to college on Sunday. I mean it when I say this is the last trip to Philly for the rest of the month, its hitting my pockets heard.

In the mean time I am looking for a job, I need to get out of the house on a regular basis and another reason to get up in the morning aside from cooking MeTo breakfast or to watch the view.  Being a househusband is great but only for a little while.  I now truly understand Susan B Anthony, it was not because she hated her husband that she started the fight that she did, she was bored as hell.

Happy Healthy New Yeear

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It has been one whole year and things although not I would want them to be, are great. It has been over a year since I met MeTo and that whole incident with Mr. New York.  The blog as well as my life has had its difficulties this year as well as all my friends.

Around the new year Jay and I kind of fell out because I my shift in where and who I was devoting my time in. Phil was still being Phil and Louise was having fun with his new boy toy, which actually looked more like a girl.

After I stopped working for Vincent It was not long before I found a job that promised to let me use my creativity. MeTo and I became official January 11th and my January ended great. The rest of the year chugged on and before I knew it, it was my birthday.  Jay and I had made up and we even closer than before.  Things were going great I knew who my really friends were and I had a man in my life that cared about me so much that he threw me a surprise birthday party.  The Lady GaGa concert that was supposed to take place on my birthday moved to a whole month later.

The job that promised to allow me to be creative proved to be a waste of my time and their money but I decided to stick with it. But it was not long before I spent a lot of free time looking for a new one. MeTo and I were quite hot and heavy I spent most weekends with him and I was not only in love with him but I began to fall for his entire family including their dog, and I do not even like dogs.

When June rolled around it proved to be the beginning to quite a trying summer.  MeTo and I moved in together and with bed buying box moving and living in clutter we had our first big fight. We made up and got things under control.

Jay was having a hard time with life in general and I could tell it was quite bad but what remained a mystery to all of us until one day while at work I got a call from him and he told that he was HIV positive. I left work and ran to be with him during his time of need I was shocked that I could not think of that pep talk you all ways hear about of people getting. I called MeTo and he gave me the talk. It was the first time he heard me cry.

A few weeks I lost my job with no explanation.  Then I was denied unemployment and before I knew it my finical past came to bite me in the ass I lost my car and had to tell MeTo the extent of debt I was in.  it was a poor summer for me and before I knew it I was smoking again. The stress built and built until one night I just broke down and shared all my secrets on the web.

August came and the highlight was the surprise I and another friend threw for Jay. It brightened his year. The surprise party went great with only a few snares. MeTo was not feeling all too well so we went home right after.

Shortly after that, I lost my car due to lack of income things seemed to just get worse at each turn. It started to take a toll on my relationship but before I knew it MeTo parents gave him some advice for the both of us. It showed me that they really liked me as a person and thought I was a good fit for MeTo.

Soon it was September and we began celebrating the high holy holidays of Judaism. I began learning a lot about what it meant to be a Jew and even how to make a few more dishes that are Jewish.  And MeTo’s family was beginning to feel like my family.

I eventually had my hearing for my unemployment and won, It was great and by the close of the month I had my own income again.

October came and I am not sure if it was the changing seasons of me not working but MeTo and my relationship took quite a drastic turn. I ended up going to Philly for a week by my self to clear my head whiles he, our roommate and his girlfriend were here doing their own thing. Despite the fact I wanted to hang more with my roommate’s girlfriend I needed time along to get my head in order.

By the Friday of that week MeTo played me a visit and we discussed what steps needed to be taken to repair the problems in our relationship which turned into an all nighter of club hopping in what appeared to be a dead gayborhood. We then crashed at my friend Kim’s house.

When he went home the next afternoon I was still not feeling 100% but a phone call later and the recitation of an old love letter I wrote quickly reminded me that although I was stressed and acting funny my feeling for him were just as strong if not stronger. I could not wait to get back to him.

The rest of the year chugged on and the best part of thanks giving was his family, it was so great that we spent the whole week between Christmas and New Year upstate all of us together. It was the happiest new year I have ever had.

MeTo and I have known each other for well over a year and have made far to memories to recap in one post. I have found what it is like to be truly unconditionally loved. It gives me great joy to say, “I can’t wait to see what 2010, will bring.”

Heads Up and Happy Holidays

There have been practically no post for the month of December. This was sort of done on purpose. I have been writing but taking my time doing so to provide better thought out post with clear grammar and no spelling errs.

Lots has happened this month from celebrating Hanukkah for the first time to the long prep for Christmas. I have loved every bit of December and there is a lot to write about.  I have finally started receiving my GQ and Details magazines and the cookbook is getting many new recopies added to it.

I have not spoken to my mother as much as she would like and I have a feeling that soon I will have to tell her that my life is too connected to MeTo’s for me to continue acting like my Indigo Life does not Exist.

Nevertheless, check back soon for my review of 2009 where I will summarize not just my life but, Jay’s, Phil’s, RJ’s, Lou’s and all the people that cross our paths and keep us connected.

To all my devoted readers I wish you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.

We’re in Love

Recently I have noticed that there are few post explaining the love that I have for MeTo, well this will be more like a post about the love we have fore each other, because it is hard to understand how the relationship works from only one side.

The night before I thanksgiving MeTo and I went to Philly for the Pink Pub Crawl. The first stop was my grandmother’s; we both enjoyed spending time with her and my aunt.  She was so happy to see him that she made it quite clear that when I came to visit he was welcomed as well. Later we went to the pub-crawl, which you will have to read about latter.

The night of thanksgiving I went back to my grandmother’s to pick up the stuff that I left the night of the pub-crawl.  When I got there, I was so anxious to get back to MeTo that I ran to the bus and then called to see if I was going to make my train, and much to chagrin I was not.  Therefore, I went back to my grandmother’s and spent the night.  In the morning, my aunt decided she was going, to give me a ride to 30th Street train station and I was surprised at what she had to tell me.

She looked at me and told me that it was evident that MeTo and I loved each other. I was shocked and hearing that, not because it was in accurate jut that I thought I was doing a good job of not being all lovie dovey around her and my grandmother.  I asked how she knew and she told me it was in the way we looked at each other and talked to each other.  I was still surprised that she saw all she saw.

I thought about this part of our chat for awhile and just recently realized that no matter how hard I try there are just some things you cannot hide from certain people.  MeTo and I have had our fair share of bad times but our good times are far more often and far bigger than our bad ones.  We have made so many great memories going upstate to be with his family, going to the movies, out to dinner, cooking together, talking about our future, decorating and all the many other happy things that couples do. 

So many times, we have done things like cleaning together and realized that with anyone else, it would have been a real chore, but together it was a fun task that we look forward to doing again together.

Our only really fight is about who loves whom more, and who is more attractive.  I always say he is cutter and I love him more and he thinks the opposite.  However, like all of our argument we respectfully agree to disagree and go on to loving each other.

My point to tall of this is one thing, my relationship with MeTo may be broadcast on here as having lots of troubles and uncertainties but all in all I am head over heels for the man I am in love with. He makes me happy and he makes a point to tell me that he loves the little things like me cooking him dinner, baking him a desert, cleaning the house, or listening to him talk about the good the bad and ugly of his day.  All of which are thing I enjoy to do for him and are no burden to me but the mean a lot to him. In addition, all the little things he does for me among some huge ones such as being there when I lost my job and holding down the fort until my unemployment kicked in.

To know if you truly love someone, examine your relationship and when the small things mean far more than the big things that is when you know for sure.  To see him breathing and smiling is far better than him buying me a gift and I know if to see him smile is all I get from him for the rest of my life than I will live I heaven for the rest of my earthly days.

AWESOME ! ! !

It Takes a Love Letter (Missing Week Pt.2)

MeTo and I had dinner Friday night to talk about the necessary steps we were going to take in order to save our relationship. It was not that we were in danger of breaking up but we had got to a point where we both realized things had to change for both our sanities’ sake.

We met on South Street and had a nice dinner at a German restaurant; it was the first time I went to a restaurant of that type.  The food was great but the conversation was not filled with cool hot topics.  We talked about every aspect of our relationship and what we could do to repair it. The conversation lasted the entire dinner.

I have to admit I did meet him with a little contempt I was not happy that he insisted on dealing with this now.  But the end of our conversation I did feel we were on the road to progress.  He got to know me a little better and I found out how he felt about me a little better.

We latter decided to grab a drink from Q lounge, I was dying to see what the new placed looked like.  It was clear that he was feeling better about the situation but I was still not in the mood to be all lovey dovey.  As the night progressed so did the time and b4 we knew it was too late for him to get back home safely.

I called Kim to see if we could crash at her place and I got her voice mail, so I sent her a text.  To my surprise, she called me while we were in 12 Air and I explained to her what was going on and she was in the city and decided to come pick us up.

Kim and MeTo hit it off and I was happy that they seemed to get along really well.  We chatted for a little bit once we got to her house then I just passed out. In the morning, she and her new roommate had to go to a meeting.  While they were out MeTo and I relaxed and got a little touchy, feely I was not in the mood but I pretended to be for his sake.

He later wanted to go out to eat so I texted Kim and asked if she and her roommate wanted to go to Denny’s she told me that we would all go to this other one that she liked a lot.  The dinner was cool and the food was excellent.  I was shocked to see that all she ordered was oatmeal. She then dropped us off at the Chester transportation center where MeTo and I took the R2.  I got off at my stop and he continued to center city so he could go back home.

I was somewhat happy to see him go.  I needed time to digest what we talked about and for him to show me he meant what he said.

I got to my mom’s and watched a movie with her and my step dad.  The rest of the day just went slow and I packed to go to my grandmother’s.  The next day I was going with them to my father’s grace to pay respects for his birthday.  I thought it stupid but I went to make my grandmother happy.

I got to my grandmother’s just as my aunt was leaving for work and we all chatted for a brief stent. I then went to watch TV.  While I was watching MeTo called and decided to read me a love letter that I had written him, it was the one I wrote after he threw me the surprise party.  When he finished reading I remembered the feelings I had when I wrote it and was reminded how much he still means to me, more today than yesterday.  I finally started to miss him as I was supposed to be.  After watching two and a half movies, I called it a night and went to bed.  I hated the fact that he was not there for me to cuddle with.  It took a while but I went to sleep.

The next morning I was dressed and left with my family for the long drive to my father’s cemetery.  Immediately after getting back, I had my aunt take me to the EL and I was on my way back to MeTo a day early. On the first of November.  

The Missing Week

Many blogs got started the week that I took off but few were finished.  After having finished a huge redesign of TIL I decided to take a break from blogging, it just so happened to coincide with my relationship issues.

From my last real post, it is safe for one deduce that I had a lot of thinking to do, mostly about what I wanted currently in my life. 

MeTo walked me to the train, we chatted while waiting, and once on, I was surprised at how much I missed him.  The idea of not seeing him whenever I wanted made my heart sink.  I had told MeTo to just let me be and not to call me until I called him.  He was being extremely patient and understanding, he even gave me money to spend while I was hanging out with my friends.  He set the rules by saying this, “You can look but don’t touch, you can flirt but don’t go home, and if you get them to buy you a drink I want to hear about it because you’re saving me money.”  I laughed and agreed.

My first stop once getting into Philadelphia was my mother’s job. I figured I would put my stuff in her car and then figure out where I would go next. Much to my surprise, we spent a lot of time talking about end of the world type stuff and religion.  We did not argue or debate but shared views and used each other to gain a better understanding of current events and scriptures.  We talked about other stuff as well and it was nice to, just talk to my mother like back in the day.

After leaving my mom, I decided to; just go to my mom’s house, once I was from underground on the El I called my aunt to see what she was up to and if she was up for a visit.  Needles to say she was and I spent most of my Friday chatting it up with my grandmother and aunt.

A lot of the conversation with my aunt was spent talking about Mr. MeTo and how I was feeling about him and our relationship.  I was surprised that I figured out that not only did I know where my life was going but also it was going where I wanted it to go.

When I got home that night, I talked to my mother about her night and hoped she would tell me about how she made new connections. It was a short conversation that ended with her telling me how she had fun and that was about it.  As soon as I was alone in the middle room, I called MeTo.  He was shocked to hear from me and I explained to him that I missed him as soon as the train started taking off.  It was a brief conversation, as I had to get ready for my hearing the next day and he had stuff to do in the lab.

The next day I got up and hurried to my hearing for unemployment. It was a stressful long ride and it happened to be raining.  I was dressed nice and as luck would have it missed the train that would have gotten me there on time.  I called and I was told that word would be passed but no guaranties.

A train ride bottle of coke a phone conversation with Jay and a bus ride later, I made it to be only 20 min late.  I walked inside and much to my surprise when I walked into the room; there was no one from traction.  I was slightly pissed.  This was just a mean way of them trying to save a buck.  To add insult to injury they even had a nerve to had submitted crappy evidence.  I won my case hands down.

On the way out, I chatted with the referee who was nice and she told me she was ruling in my favor and would try to get things to move quickly.

MeTo called as I was waiting for my bus and I told him I won but had bad reception and would call him latter.  A bus ride, a long wait, a train ride, a conversation with Jay, an el ride and two soft pretzels I was finally back in Delco and in a car with Jay.

It was the first night of the World Series and we were headed to our friend Sam’s.  On the way, I get to see Erica, the same one that introduced me to jay and I had not seen since.  Once at Sam’s, we watched harry potter, drank ginger ale and passed one Dutch for each point the Philly’s got.  Needles to say it was the highest I had ever gotten.  First chance I got I went home and slept it off.

The rest of the week was boring with a few sad attempts at trying to write. I decided to go see my aunt and grandmother again and on my way, I forced to deal with the one thing I had been trying to deal with on my own and in my own way, my relationship with MeTo.

He sent me a text telling me something along the lines of how we would be fine, it read dramatic and the situation needed us not to be so dramatic.

The first thing I said to my aunt when I got to her house was, “I might have to breakup with ‘MeTo’.” Her reaction was don’t and then she asked why.  I gave her the rundown of what we were dealing with, how I felt about it, how I wanted to deal with it and how he was dealing with it.  We talked in detail over the night and she gave me some sound advice and of course like everyone that has met MeTo told me to stay with him.

To be honest while I entertained the thought and may have made my mouth move to speak the words, breaking up was never an option in my mind or heart. Just as I, my aunt went up stairs for a moment my phone rang.  It was MeTo and he told me he was coming to Philly so we could discuss things.  I had just made y mind that I would be coming home Sunday and as soon as I got back I would discuss everything with him.  However, as he was telling me and not really asking I just went along.

I remember feeling slightly angry, how dare he come down and put a halt to my me time.  I needed this week to get my head together.  Yet I still allowed it.  I made up some excuse as to why I had to get off the phone and told m aunt what had just happened.  She thought to be a good idea and asked what I thought I had to admit she was right, I have to hand it to aunt LAB she has a way of making me see the light.

I went home, laid out my outfit for Friday, and chatted with my mother.  I got on my laptop and began to try and writ again but the week proved that it was pointless.  I would either be interrupted when my phone would ring or my emotions get the best of me and I would slip into LaLa land.  So ended up surfing the net until the early morning when I just fell asleep.

I spent most of Friday chatting with my sister and reminiscing about the times when it was nice to shut out the world and just be not only her big brother but also her best friend.  I went to get ready and just as I was about to head out the door my mother got home from work and she noticed I had on makeup.  I tried to half lie but she refused to let me out the house.  It was all in fun but it was still a little annoying.

I got of the El in CC at 6:30 but MeTo had been waiting for almost a half hour as he got to Philly earlier than he thought.  We decided on a German restaurant and while the food was great, the conversation was a little strong for my taste.  We did come to a better understanding of each other and all issues were dealt with.

(To Be Continued. . . )

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A Phone Call

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So, MeTo called me and wanted to discuss our relationship, rather to tell me that he was coming down the next day so we could go out and talk about us.  I was shocked to see that he was the one calling me.  To be very honest I did not want to talk to him, especially after what happened earlier.

While I was on the trolley to go see my aunt, MeTo called me.  I was shocked to see it was he and answered, he told me he wanted to talk.  When I asked about what he was very vague and said, “Stuff.”  I tried to get him to be more specific.  He began talking about our relationship.  I thought to myself, “I thought we both agreed, this week was about me.”

I could never understand why he could not just let me be, leave our relationship alone until I got back from dealing with me.  When I got to my aunt, I told her about what was going on.  She was very understanding much to my surprise and she was able to see things from both perspectives.  She enforced what I was thinking about MeTo and, she helped me to see what I was feeling.

Her suggestion was to talk about everything with him and get on the same page.  I must admit everyone I talk to dose not want the two of us to break up.  I was considering calling it quits but she told me not to just yet and no matter how bad I make the situation seem everyone tells me to hang in there.

So tomorrow me to and I will have dinner to hash things out.  I had wanted the entire week to be a me week.  One where I could gain perspective on the situation, how I was feeling and what I wanted.

I did figure out that I am smarter when it comes to relationships than I thought and I do have a greater plane for my life than I had imagined.  I realized all of this while talking to my aunt.  She learned from me and me her despite the serious age difference.  However, that goes to show you that you are never too old and never too young to teach and to learn.

Interesting.

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Kandi : Fly Above Lyrics

Verse 1
I’m so comfortable in the skin I’m in, I’m secure about who I am, so you go ahead and talk all you wanna, I built up a shell and it’s hard and it’s armored. It seems like every step I take up, drama comes along with the bread I cake up. But you aint doing nothin if you don’t have haters, so I welcome you to do what’s in your nature.
Hook
I’m like a jet airplane, way too high to hear you throwing salt on my name. I know I’m not the only one if people love to hate you go and throw your hands up go ahead and spread your wings cuz you gotta fly above.
Chorus
I fly above all the drama, I I fly above, I I fly above, I I fly above, it’s beneath me, it’s beneath me, it’s beneath me. So I fly above all the haters, I I fly above, I I fly above, I I fly above, it’s beneath me, it’s beneath me, it’s beneath me
Verse 2
If everybody hatin’ cuz you fly-i-i, then gon throw yo hands in the sky-i-i, if people jealous cuz you live yo li-i-ife, then gon throw yo hands in the sky-i-i, see I aint even worried bout you and your insecurities, the only thing that matters is my family and G.O.D. I’m a shooting star but my feet still on the ground and when you flying high people wanna shoot you down
Hook
I’m like a jet airplane, I’m way too high to hear you throwing salt on my name. I know I’m not the only one if people love to hate you go and throw your hands up go ahead and spread your wings cuz you gotta fly above.
Chorus
I fly above all the drama, I I fly above, I I fly above, I I fly above, it’s beneath me, it’s beneath me, it’s beneath me. So I fly above all the haters, I I fly above, I I fly above, I I fly above, it’s beneath me, it’s beneath me, it’s beneath me
Bridge
All you haters (haters), you’re the wind beneath my wings (wind beneath my wings), you just make me fly higher (higher), higher (higher), higher, ooh you just make me fly higher, make me fly higher, make me fly higher
Hook
I’m like a jet airplane, way too high to hear you throwing salt on my name. I know I’m not the only one if people love to hate you gon and throw your hands up go ahead and spread your wings cuz you gotta fly above.
Chorus
I fly above all the drama, I I fly above, I I fly above, I I fly above, it’s beneath me, it’s beneath me, it’s beneath me. So I fly above all the haters, I I fly above, I I fly above, I I fly above, it’s beneath me, it’s beneath me, it’s beneath me

I am about to hey my hair twisted.
-Vixc B-

New (Gross) Study: Most Men Don't Wash Hands After Bathroom - BY L. K. REGAN

PUBLISHED OCT 30, 2009

Here's some news that will make you think twice about the casual handshake: British researchers have found that less than a third of men wash their hands after using the toilet. In these days of swine flu pandemic, that's a pretty scary statistic. Worse yet, the researchers found there are few ways to persuade guys to clean up their act.

The British study, published in the American Journal of Public Health, depended on a devilishly simple design: place sensors in bathrooms at service stations on British highways. These sensors were set to survey the water-and-soap behavior of the quarter of a million or so people who came through in the course of 32 days of observation. The researchers were hoping to find that people dutifully scrub their hands with soap after each visit—since, as the study authors write, "Hand-washing with soap has been ranked the most cost-effective intervention for the worldwide control of disease." In fact, if people would wash regularly with soap and water, over a million deaths from diarrheal diseases per year might be prevented. And that's not to mention that the CDC recommends hand washing as one of the most effective ways of slowing the spread of the swine flu pandemic.

Sadly, the study's results were not particularly auspicious. Less than a third of the men and two-thirds of the women who passed through the bathrooms during the study washed their hands with soap and water after using the toilet. So, researchers tried presenting bathroom users with a variety of messages to try to impact those statistics, and find out what motivates people to wash up. Electronic message boards at the bathroom entrances flashed a variety of hand-washing warnings, allowing the researchers to see which messages impacted behavior within the bathroom.

The messages showed a full range of approaches to hand-washing. Some were gentle reminders of the facts of hygiene; for instance, "Water doesn't kill germs, soap does." Others were more, well, explicit—for example, "Don't take the loo with you—wash with soap." Men and women differed in their behavioral responses to the messages. Women reacted best to the basic reminders that they ought to wash. Men, however, responded best to the gross-out effect, with messages like, "Soap it off or eat it later."

Not surprisingly, the most effective message overall involved shame and peer pressure. "Is the person next to you washing with soap?", when flashed on the board, got 12 percent more hand washing out of men and 11 percent more from the women. So the next time you're in the bathroom, wash your hands with soap and warm water (rubbing the soap into your hands for long enough to sing the alphabet through twice—that's about 20 seconds). It's the best thing you can do today for your own health and that of everyone you encounter through the day. And if the guy next to you isn't using soap, make sure he sees you staring!

Don’t Cross Vixc B

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Today I brought back to life an old project that I once wanted to work on a few years ago. I was shocked to find that the project required me to talk about my ex Mr. M. I am not sure but I have a strong feeling that he is still vaguely in my life for a reason.  Sure he is almost 3000 miles away and we hardly ever talk to each other. I read his blog every now and then because it makes me feel great to know that while my life is going in a positive direction he is having trouble finding a job just lost the man who he thought was the love of his life after he gave him hell and is sad to be miles away from all he knows.

I know it is not the Christian way but it’s the human condition. In the process of writing about my past I realized that I still don’t have an answer to an important question. When he broke up with me he could not leave it at just that he asked if we could still be friends. To be exact he said, “I would like it if we could still be friends.”

I to this day cannot make since of it. He and I had nothing in common. We lived 2 hours away from each other, I was a light drinker, light smoker and preferred to keep drugs out of my life.  He took pride in the fact he was a heavy drinker, he liked smoking and did pot, he took pills and liked to dress as a fairy every now and then. I used British slang and he hated it. He was the tit for tat type of guy and was the all is fare in love and war. He welcomed dram and I cut drama queens out my life. So why stay friend with me?

I picked up my phone and before I knew it I was on the second ring. I realized that this was a very bad Idea. Before he had made a trip to Philly we were talking frequently and decided to make a point to hang out. As the day neared I got no call and have not heard from him since. After the bad blog I wrote calling him ever negative gay name in the book. He wrote me a letter which stated between the lines that he only wanted to be friends when it was convent for him. It hurt to imagine that someone would imply that but I gave him the benefit of the doubt and his actions or lack thereof proved it.

I want to cut him out my life, but I feel some kind of attachment to him. I know he was my first official love and all but at some point a person should feel the need to let go. I just don’t understand and I guess I still want answers to questions that only he can answer.

I am a real friend and all my friends agree. If you ask me for advice I tell you what you need to hear, not want to hear. If you need me for something I am there, if I can help you out I will and there has not been a person I have ever called friend that I have not done that for.

Mr. M keeps me at a distance, no matter how much I let him in he refuses to be my real friend. I have done things for him and they remain unreturned, I have given him advice only to have him respond negatively when I came to him. To be honest I think I just may hate him and want to inflict my own damage upon him. No matter how bad things in his life get they are not as bad as I want them to be. Maybe if I ran him over in a car, or stabbed him, they seem like good ideas but that hurts him physically and I want to hurt him emotionally. When I found out what happened to him and Joe I felt it was not good enough.  I want him to either realize the effect of his actions on me and truly apologize or to suffer.

That’s just it, and I refuse to cut him out my life until justice is served. I want Karma or Vixc B to do its best and worse in his life and I want him to realize it to late.  

 

Where is My Life Going?

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If you were to ask me a week ago my plan for my life I would have been more than happy to tell you. I would have confidently opened my mouth and gave you a nice little run down of my plans and what I was doing in the present to accomplish them. Now I am in a state of I don’t know. This has happened before but that was always when something didn’t work out, like moving, or losing a friend or getting my heart broken. But nothing has changed, I have all my friends, my boyfriend, my family and I am still living in the same apartment.

So what is new, what has changed? For the past few days I have not wanted to have sex with Mr. MeTo. At first I thought it was a dream I had about having sex with a woman. I will not lie I enjoyed it in the dream and it did excite me. I thought maybe I was going through a bisexual moment that would pass but when I went to check my A4A account and saw the ads for gay porn I knew that was not the case.

I do not want to cheat on Mr. MeTo I just want some time that is sex free. No pressure to have sex, him not asking me for sex I just want my body to have a break.

I recently talked to jay and he is convinced that the illuminati is bringing about the end of the world and that Obama is the anti Christ. While I do believe in the anti Christ and the end of days my beliefs are based on one thing and that is the bible and my faith in G-d. His is based on conspiracy videos and the fact that many of them link up with different religions claims to the end of the world.

I did my research and while I do believe that the events for the end of day have been set in motion, I cannot get in a twist and start shouting, “The end of the world is coming.” What good would that cause? That’s like being told you’re going to die and there is nothing you can do about it. Now I do feel that a warning is necessary if evil rises up in such a way that it is seen as good then people will need to know in order to save their souls.

Now it may seem that I am avoiding him but I really just need him to calm down and get back to the point of talking about what he knows and believes and not shouting it as if its fact. The videos offer a little fact to support its existence and then leave the viewer to come to his or her own conclusion.

My emotional life is not where I would like it to be. I should find myself excited to be in a serious relationship but I continue to find things that make me want to walk away. How do you really know when you have found the one? To many times I have been called the one and each time there was doubt in my mind. You only get one, “The One.”

I have my best friend worried about the end of the world, my boyfriend worried about trying to have sex with me and his job, my mother is worried about her church being corrupt, losing her job, trying to start business and whether or not my sister and I are really Christians. I have no real faith in anything but G-d the fact my sister loves me and that I live on planet earth. The rest I have my doubts no matter how small they are still there.

So why should I not go through times when I am depressed and unhappy, why should I not have days when I don’t want to be bothered? I would think that if the man I claim to be the one would see when I am in a mode where he should not approach me for sex. Why is it I can get people down to a tea but even the closet to me can’t figure out that Vixc B needs space. I keep thinking that I should go to Philly for a week and not talk to MeTo. They say absence makes the heart grow fonder, or it can help a person really figure out what they want.

Today I read my bible and found it comforting, I felt that connection to G-d that I have wanted to have for a while. I then got on my computer and read Mr. M’s blog, I wanted to text him but I had to pull myself back, when he came to Philly I was not called and he never text me unless I text him. I went on to read some of my old blog post. A few from the NYC era, I read about how I felt when I realized the type of person Jazz was, how it felt to lose her as a friend, how it felt to come back home and see that everything changed. I read about when Jay met Josh and Jay paying for me to go to the pub crawl.

I figured I needed a break from MeTo so I could figure out want I wanted in my life but how would I tell him.

Did You Miss ME?

Hey guys just want to let everyone know that I did not post last week but I did do writing. So starting soon a will be unleashing a plethora of back post.

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A Little About Me

I am a gay male at the point in life where I am just living my life. I am happy to say that a lot of the important things that make a person who they are, are happening for me now up to and including the whole super style thing.

In my blog I write about my life and all the lessons that I am learning as a young gay male. One would be surprised at how much I have learned and still learning. From what type of people you can trust to how to spot a relationship that will last.
Yes I have had my faire share of heartache, from guys who showed up for only a brief moment in my life, like Damien and Ramon to the one who was there for a great while and really brook my heart Mr. M. These are all people I have mentioned in the past and still pop into my life every now and then.

There was a time I tried to run away from my problems, in October of 2008 I moved to New York City. I had just begun to get the swing of things when I saw a friends true colors and decided to move back home to Philadelphia. It was stupid I knew in my heart, I could not run and it took me only a month to come back to my real friends, Jay Taylor, Luis Lisojo, and Phil Greway.

It was a good thing I came back home. I had made up in my mind I would give up on the search for love and I would just swing from guy to guy and from good time to good time. I was truly totally happy for the first time in my gay life and that’s when it happened. I found the one.

It was not long before I moved in with him. And since then I have been learning how to maintain a healthy relationship and important friendships. He has been my support, when I found out Jay had HIV, when Lou moved to SC, when Phil seemed to had fallen from the face of the earth he has been my other self my, MR. MeTo.

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-Vixc B-

It Was Awesome

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I would love to say that OutFest was an eventful event but it truly was not. However I did learn a few things. 

So I went down the Saturday before so that I could get a replacement ID. I had lost my wallet and I am still not over that. When I got to the DMV it was 2:00, closed and I was pissed. I checked the web site before I left and it said open Saturday 8 something to 4:15. I read the sign on the door that was taped from the inside and looked like it was about to fall off and it said that the place would be closed Saturday and Monday for Columbus day. Like is Columbus day that serious you need to be closed TWO days.

I call MeTo vented, then I called Jay and vented. After I felt better I went and bought a coke and decided I would go see my best friend. I hung out there and then went to my mom’s and worked on my writing. When she asked why I was in town I simply told her that I had an event to go to on Sunday. She was to happy to see me to give any disproving looks.

When Sunday hit I sent a text to the crew telling them I would met them down there. It took a good while for me to get dressed most of my time was spent doing my makeup. It was MeTo’s and my 9 months and I felt it customary to put some on as he likes it, a lot.

While getting dressed a still groggy Jay called to ask what time I was leaving. After talking about what I was going to wear jay decided he would get up and get dressed. Then he wanted me to meet him at his place so we could go down together. To make a long story short jay took his time about getting dressed and before I knew it my plan to be in the hood by 12 turned into almost 2. But I will admit we made a dynamic duo. We got looks from every angle both male and female.

I was not a block away from the festivities before I heard my name called several times it was my friend Andrew, really tall really book smart but when I came to picking out decent guys dumb as a door knob but I guess that’s most gay men.  It was also the first time Jay met Andrew face to face. We continued on and I got a call from Luis and I told him where to meet us and we went to find MeTo and Ian.

When I bumped into my man I was surprised to see that he dresses really well, to the point Jason went into a loud scream and gave him a huge compliment. I was proud as the jeans and jacket he was wearing was picked out by me. We met with Lou and then my friend Dan and I had one big entourage. We walked all over the gayborhood and I caught up with my Friend Dan.

Dan and I chatted about our days at the prep who from school we kept in contact with and the ever favorite discussion, “Who’s gay.” Dan was about the 40th person to tell me that Neal was not only gay but a total ass hole who just cut all his old friends out his life. Dan also told about he special someone and what he has been up to now that he was done with college.

Ian was quiet and not feeling so well, a bit hung over from the night before. I did my best to include him and with him being the quite type I was worried he was going to get lost in the big gay crowd. It was like having a child I would be deep in conversation look around, not see him then yell, “Where is Ian?” only to have him say I’m right here and giggle.

As for Phil, Tia, and RJ they never showed. Phil had to work and failed to tell me until I was already down there. Tia was hanging with our friend Sam. RJ is dating a new guy and I guess they got lost in each other’s eyes or some romantic shit like that.

The day chugged on and I had one disappointment aside from no ID, I missed Jay’s performance. The first one I missed was my fault but I wanted to see the second and I did not hear him say he was going to go sing but Lou did and sunk off without making sure the group followed.

We all then went out to dinner at ruby Tuesday’s and it was good time until MeTo, Ian and Dan had to get back to NJ to catch the last river line. It was a good time and Jay and I walked around and danced in the street at TOC and then grabbed a drink with a guy that was into jay.

Your probably wondering how did I grab a drink with no ID. Well the place we met Jay’s friend did not card and Jay’s friend picked up the whole tab which I imagined to be huge as he paid with two 100 dollar bills.  Both Jay and I looked at each other and he asked, “Did you see that.” We were impressed. I know it sounds shallow but we’re gay and to have fun in the gayborhood you either have to have money or know people who have money.

So we took our tired ass’s home and parted way on the 113 bus. It was a good time and when I have both my man and my friends in one place I feel like I am on the top of the world. So OutFest was Awesome.

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The art of "Talking"

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As one would have it, holding a conversation is not a casual thing. There are times we are forced into having a conversation. Such as when we meet someone new that we find to be dull, or when we are forced to be the only person left in the room with that family member we do not like, that insist upon asking about school, or work. We all have moments that we just wish we could be somewhere else or with someone else.

Then there are those conversations that we must have with our significant other. We talk about money, the future, what we want for dinner, or plan to do something when we are bored. Many times in a healthy relationship we will find that, that conversation can lead to sex and how it does is more than interesting.

Some guys will use dirty talk as a segue to the main event or events if you’re lucky. While sometimes dirty talk can be just that, the main event. The art of dirty talk seems to be one that is fallen by the way side. I used to be good at it, I could use my words to get both men and women off, but like with most skills it’s a matter of using it or losing it.

Dirty talk is a very complicated thing, which artfully displayed in SATC episode 202. We see Miranda persuaded to get into dirty talk by her boyfriend. She gets into it but when she says the wrong thing her mans leaves her, single again. It makes people wonder what some good sex talk tactics are. Most of us live in a world where avoiding the bad three, is so old school. At dinner parties we love it when the ice is broken and we can all talk about Sex, Politics and religion. When we add convo about contraband and alcohol it really becomes a party. We enjoy talking and hearing about each others’ sexcapades. It’s in the joy of these moments that we learn a lot about the person we are currently sleeping with. Sometimes it’s exciting while other times it’s a little shocking.

“You did what? With who? When?” the questions and the conversation is no longer simple, we have to pay attention to our partners tone and inflection on every word of the story to figure out if what they did was a fun experience or a nightmare. Once you have figured out which stories are good and which are bad, and when you know how they feel about your stories you can now mix it up.

You can try the things you both had an interest in but never actually introduced to the bedroom because you just did not see the other as that freaky. Then you can insinuate with your dirty talk what you are willing to try. Never just come out and say, “I wanna handcuff you to the bed and eat whipped cream off you, like your ex did.” And even if you leave off the, “like your ex did,” the conversation could bring back the night that you had the conversation and they then will think about the ex, and shit just got a whole lot more complicated.

Instead you can say, “I wanna tie you up and lick you all over.” They will really have to stretch their mind to get the, “Like your ex did.” As the conversation continues you can add elements like cherries or strawberries which will lead to the whipped cream.

The goal is to leave your partner wanting to hear your next line. If they can’t think of anything to say they should be able to say, “Oh yes and then what.” Then if you lead it with a “You start doing (whatever)” it should not be long before you dirty talk leads to sex, if that’s the goal, or you can end your conversation by changing the subject.

Dirty talk is fun and it helps you to not only work on your communication skills but also your creativity. I guess I still got it. Typically MeTo and I just call each other names during sex not too much dirty talk, but to each his own and if you like it I love it.  

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Fags and Drama. Again!

What is it that makes gay men and drama go hand and hand? I honestly cannot stand it anymore. My best friend Jay and I have had some issues and we never have made a big deal out of it. It was always “let’s get over this ASAP so we can go back to having fun.” Why doesn't the rest of the Gay world work this way?

Mr. MeTo and I are in love and we hate to deal with drama. We learned how to talk not argue we are now going on ten months and have only had one fight several disagreements but only one fight and the fight and make up took about two hours.

So I have 4 gay best friends, a boy friend a mother who disapproves on of me being gay and then all my other family members. Out of all those people none of them give me as much drama as the people I simply chat with every now and then. I am constantly giving advice on issues that simply are not advice worthy, and they pick fight with me over the dumbest of things. When I try to correct the issue instead of being direct or answering yeas or no questions with a yes or no they rather beat around the bush and prolong the dramatic discussion to the point where I say, “Fuck it, when your over it let me know.” I have no room for drama.

I can’t help but find it fascinating. I am friend with people who have next to no money, don’t get along with family members, are struggling with school, constantly going through guys and it the people who could easily be happy that run down my text messaging, run down y monthly minutes, light up mu aim and msn with stupid shit. And to top it all off when I ask them for advice they don’t know shit.

So this is dedicated to all the Drama Fags. I don’t have time or energy, when your done with the bull call me but until then. I’m busy with being a grown up.

No Cross Dressing Allowed!

Most recently I read an article about a how an all male college has cracked down on cross dressing. The article was a nice short read that was written from an unbiased perspective. The article gave the facts and spoke briefly of how some of the parties involved fell about it.

I have to admit having gone to an all male high school there are certain things that people expect of the graduates. I remember my freshmen year and seeing how many of the students bent the rules, wearing pajama pants to school because a belt was not part of the dress code. I enjoyed having a dress code. Many of my friends went to schools where they had a uniform and many of them liked it just as much if not more.

One of the joys in having a dress code is that it creates a uniform atmosphere without making it look or feel plain or unordinary. I was able to match my shirts with my paints how I saw fit and could use my ties and blisters to express myself. All the student body either did not mind or enjoyed the dress code as it allowed room for individuality and made getting dressed in the morning easier.

The pluses to having a dress code clearly outweigh the negatives for both the individual student, the entire student body and all school employees.

Now this private all male institution put a ban on Cross dressing while on campus and at college sponsored events. I cannot really have qualm with this ban as when one has made the choice to be in an all male environment  it is safe to express one’s self but within reasonable means. Cross dressing is something that makes even gay men uncomfortable at times. In a world where homosexuality is being slowly accepted it is necessary to show that we are not different from others. To many times people take things to the extreme and it creates controversy and misunderstandings.

A gay man starts to wear dresses every chance he gets, he is representing the gay community some people who never have contact with a homosexual until this have only one real impression of being gay. Now this same person has a family member who decides to come out of the closet. Their only idea of a gay man is not a positive one and all they can see is how this person is going to be “Different” and have trouble in life.

I am not saying that ignorance is an excuse to be intolerable of anything but when you have people constantly casting negative light on something and being a poor representative, all future parties must be understanding of this.

The women rights movement worked hard at trying to prove that women are equal to men it took years and is still fighting to move forward but if a woman decides to preach that a wife’s place is in the kitchen like the old stereotype says then the movement is set back. Now if a gay man decides to flaunt the fact that he is not only gay but likes the fact that he fits into the traditional stereotype of what a homosexual man is  we can not be angry that it is taking time for homosexuals to be accepted completely into society.

There is nothing wrong with a man preaching, “Men should act like men.” It’s not sexist if he is willing to be friend a homosexual.  I know that some guys cannot help but act feminine it’s their nature and even they are being accepted but to mix cross dressers and transsexuals in with ordinary people who are gay is not fair and to act the world to do so is wrong.

Society has dictated gender rolls and while man and woman has been amended to include equal right and homosexuality, the gender of a guy who acts like a female and dresses like a female fits into the category of if “if it looks like a duck and it acts like a duck.”

And if a man wants to live as a female why should he be afforded the same privileges of both sexes? All male schools should remain all male schools. All Female schools should remain all female. By mixing in people who are in the middle mental and allowing them to act as in the middle individuals despite the reasons that single gender institutions exist.

Now this ban dose not infringe on ones freedom of speech, expression, or individuality. As these young men are still allowed to pick what they where and discuss issues that they want to when it is appropriate. Every day in the real world we all deal with the restrictions that are put on basic human rights so that we and those that we are around are protected.

I am a gay man who supports this as this ban has been put in place to create a higher standard of excellence in all its students, the reputation of the school and the dose not infringe greatly on the basic human rights of each student.  Not to mention if any student doesn't like it they do not have to attend that school as it is not a public institution.

While some people may disagree with me, think long and hard about what has really happened and is it a really something worth fighting over?

Now Thats Crazy

About a week ago I promised to blog about a string of crazy dreams that ended with one that was so crazy I had to tweet about it.

For some strange reason the idea of going back to high school has been haunting my dreams. I have had many dreams where I have decided to go back not just to high school in general but the Prep where I went for three out of my four years.  To be completely honest I hated High School I was that popular kid that everyone liked and most days I just wanted to fly under the radar.

Many of these dreams involve me going back to finish my last year, either because my other school’s diploma didn’t count or I just wanted a prep degree. To top all of this off I have been thinking about my Latin teacher from my freshman year, I had bumped into her a little over a year ago when I was working at Home Depot. I could not remember her pre marriage name which she insisted to be addressed by, but I was one of the few who could pronounce her new name correctly and that is all I can remember. 

In the dream I am attending school at the prep and I am pregnant. I am a pregnant man. Everyone knows I am a man and I act like a gy yet I have long hair and a huge stomach. At some point in the dream I am walking through the park and I am hit over the head, the next thing I know I am sting in Latian class and not feeling so well. My teacher insist that I go see the nurse but I refuse and tell her I am fine, I then go on about my day and everyone keeps asking if I am fine, my head felt ok but my ass was another story.

My ass was hurting and towards the end of class it had started bleeding. Now mind you everyone in this story knows that I am a guy even myself, I mean I still have a penis I am just pregers like Arnold in the movie Junior. My teacher sees me latter and asked if I went to the nurse and I told her no. I go on to bumb into the drug and alcohol counselor, who I am friend with and she ask if I am feeling well. For some reason I decide to tell her the events of my day and as I start doing so my ass starts bleeding again and she puts it all together and decides that I was rapped and need to go to the hospital for a rap kit.

All the while I find it odd how no one is really concerned for the baby and just my well being. I tell the counselor that I will be fine and just have to use the rest room. On my way I see my Latin teacher and she informs me she heard what happened and she called the police.  

To prevent going through what I think is going to be and episode of Law and order SVU I wake up. I have no idea what this dream means if anything but it was strange to say the least. It was one of those dreams where I kept waking up but every time I went back to sleep it picked up where I left off.

Hey Check This Out

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So Sad, Dont walk on strange streets.

Dont be what you eat.

Recently I found out that without a doubt my best friend from high school is not only gay but a total ass hole. While it seems odd to me because he was such a nice guy back then, he has totally cut all of his friends in the greater Philadelphia area off. Yesterday when I went to check my A4A account, I have it only to make friends; I noticed that I was set to the Philadelphia view. In the last frame I saw a picture that looked quite familiar so I clicked on it. Much to my surprise but no shock it was a family member of my mother’s side of the family. I had seen this person in the club and yet at family functions he has been a total ass hole not only to me but many other family members. I am out to all my family and I am very big in the Philadelphia gay social scene. One would think that if you have a secret you would befriend the only person who can blow the whistle on you. For those of you who are curious as to who this person is simply go back and read the violet blog, no surprise it’s him.

I don’t understand this way of thinking, people come out of the closet and decide to be total ass holes to the very people that will love and support them no matter what. I have had to deal with many of my mother’s family members judging me and feeling like my life is falling further and further away because many don’t approve, and this whole time one person could have been there making it a little easier but chose not to. I will admit I should feel some kind of pain but I am over it. I now have one up on this person and while my best friend used to be a great guy, to the gay community of Philadelphia he is known as an ass hole and that is not a good way to come out the closet. And as for my cousin he will not know true happiness until he accepts what he is and stops lurking in the shadows.

Homosexuals VS. Christianity

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I find it extremely astonishing how Christians have been charged with spreading the word of Christ to all the world, Christians were given instructions as to how to do it by not just words but by examples. Christ went and ate with the criminals of his time; he showed love and compassion to the tax collector, the prostitute and all others who chose a life that did not conform to the laws of Judaism or the land. He went to those who he saw needed his love and brought them unto him by giving them compassion and showing them that he cares. He did not stand at a distance shouting that they need to change or burn in hell he did not disturb their parties or rituals no matter how bad he felt them to be.

Nowhere in the New Testament do we see Christ using angry words, insults, fear, or picketing to convert what one may call the wicked. He said that he came not just to deliver the world from sin but to give us examples as to how we should live our lives and love one another. Christ Shook hands and hugged the ungodly even before they accepted him. He is G-d and is the one who makes final judgment on all souls before they enter into the kingdom of heaven.

If one calls himself a Christian and refuses to associate with those who are not, he is making a choice not to fulfill his job assigned to him by Christ. If a person chooses to be a Christian and decides never to spread the word of G-d he is choosing not to fulfill his task assigned to him by Christ. Christians are called to spread the word of G-d to all people the way that Christ did while he was on earth. If you are a good Christian there is only one thing you need to do. Examine yourself, Do you share the word of G-d every chance you get. If you do share the word of G-d do you use fear and force or do you come as a person with love to share unthreatening and compassionate manner. If you can honestly say you share the word of G-d with only love and you share with everyone that you can share it with, you may call yourself a Christian.

History is peppered with people using Christ as an excuse to torture, murder, segregate, exterminate, and judge other people. If we take the word of G-d to someone and they choose not to accept then we have done our job. If we take the word of G-d to someone and they choose to accept then we rejoice and educate them on where to find the necessary resources to grow and become closer to G-d. G-D will touch their hearts and ask them to remove what he sees as unfit and damaging.

So many people call themselves doing the work of G-d to the extent that they go to far. The start judging, trying to force others to be like them. in doing so they mess up the very thing that they tried to get done in the first place. In order for G-d to work the way he wants to we must learn to recognize where our job is done and where it is time for G-d to intervene himself of send someone else.

I write this because after attending Pride and OutFest, I thought about how people were trying to “convert” the homosexuals. They addressed them, as living wrong, everyone shut down went into defensive mode, defending their lifestyle. There were no Christians just talking about the love of Christ and how accepting him can make your life better, It was all fire and brimstone. If this is how Christians plan to bring others to Christ then that explains why so many people are turned off by “religion”. People are still using taking the bible today, after all that history has shown us, and using it to push their own agendas.

I want to close with this. No matter how firm you stand in your religion and no matter how wrong it taught you to believe something is, this is the United States of America where there is separation of church and state, to prevent one religion from denying rights to the people of another. If your reason ageist gay marriage is religion based you need to stand down. I bet you can look into any religion and find reason to revoke the rights of anyone. It’s not faire to pass legislature based on religion and it’s not faire to vote on based only on religion.  

 

"The Indigo Life" is going Video

Only SEPTA - I Love Philadelphia

I got a shout out, This guy is too Funnie

Blog Entry dated 10/13/2009 1:31 AM

New Fav Song

Animals
By :Coldplay

Animals we are,
Disposable
Collapsible and raw
In you go,
Into some crowded room
Animals climb
and I'm climbin' over you
Until you say
"Off you go, off you go"

Animal I am
ad I'm lookin for an answer just like you
But I should know which way
to turn

Animal that runs
and I ran away from you
Because I'm scared
"Off you go, off you go"
(And you say)

If you're gonna go, go now
If you're gonna go, go now
I forgot to tell you how
so If you gonna go, go now

Animal you are,
Disposable, defenceless,
Yes I am
Watch your mouth,
Always watch your mouth,

Animal that runs
I made up my excuses
To you
And I missed my chance
By a stone's throw

If you're gonna go, go now
If you're gonna go, go now
I forgot to tell you how
so If you gonna go
Go now
Go now
Go now

I crumble,
Crumble and fall,
Crumble and fall,
Like an animal,

I crumble,
Crumble and fall,
Crumble and fall,
Like an animal,
(Yes I)

Crumble,
Crumble and fall,
Crumble and fall,
Like an animal,
(Yes I)

Crumble,
Crumble and fall,
Crumble and fall,
Like an animal

Growing UP

This past weekend I went to upstate NY with MeTo and his parents. It was a very relaxing weekend. MeTo and I had been dealing with our own issues and they were getting the best of us. We had fun and I did manage to get some writing other than my blogs done.

Saturday night we all decided to have a bond fire. While sitting around the fire we were joking and talking about all kinds of things, mainly the weather as it sounded like rain but there was a clear sky and no wind, yet it was still chilly.

When I went to put my feet closer to the fire I realized my footwear and a similar instance near a campfire and my boats. Over a year ago a friend of mine set fire to the front of my boats while I was talking to the person next to me. It was funny as it was only lighter fluid and not the actual boat that was on fire, pulse the fact that we were all drinking only made the situation funnier. I shared the story with the group and I then realized.

For quite awhile I had been hoping to relive the crazy days or before when there were crazy nights with no agenda but loads of fun, drinking and hilarious incidents that we would talk about for months to come.

In an instant it all hit me. I saw how things had not changed instantly but gradually over the past two years. I saw and realized that we were not deciding to change but we were growing up. The whole group has gotten more mature, some are finished college and working, some have serious girlfriends, some have decided they might be gay, and some have even been to prison. Our lives consist of more than just trying to get drunk. I know that we will eventually have a night or two when we party all night but it will never be the same. When you grow up you and your friends change if you make it past the just party stage then you will enjoy watching how you all change and grow.

I now have what some of my friends call a home life. I have an extremely serious boyfriend and a life that is intertwined with his. I am happy and cant help but brag about how great a person he is. I even find myself constantly on the lookout to get my friends connected. I watch as all these people that I used to party with are getting the grown up lives that we all knew one day would come and I am happy for them. While I do miss the old times and how we used to hang frequently, it does make the few times we get together now and reminisce while making new memories all the greater.

New Profile - About ME

Back in 2007 I came out of the closet and found my new life to be riddled with many difficult issues. All the friends that I hung out with on a regular basses I worked with, were significantly older than I was, and straight. Although I had received lots of support from my friends, none of them could really relate to me. I began to look to my boyfriend at the time, Mr. M for support but he was far from supportive. He ended up braking up with me after five weeks due to issues you can read about in The Indigo Life. I didn’t know it at the time but time to be single was exactly what I needed.

I began going to the clubs and learning what the gay stereotypical gay scene was like. It was boost to my self-esteem as I got hit on a lot and realized I liked to dance in clubs. It was not before long that I began making friends.

Shortly after Mr. M and I split I was invited to the birthday party of a friend’s friend. It was amazing how fast we hit things off dancing in the club and I was fitting right in and we all exchanged numbers, before long my friend’s friend was my best friend Jay. For almost a year we did everything together and we opened up to each other in ways I had longed to do with another person my entire life.

Through Jay I met his exes Phil and Lou and while Phil did not like me at first it was not long before we were hanging out on our own. I had dated Lou after Jay did for about two weeks it was after that that we decided we made better friends.

As for my friend Tia, our token lesbian, Jay has known her since he was two and she is a totally awesome person, we are close but with time we will get closer.

There were friends I gained and lost along the way and there while there was a falling out with my longest friend we are in the process of reconciliation.

Back in 2008 I came up with a new concept for my blog and how I look at the gay life. I was tired of overly feminine colors and the stereotypes that get associated with anything gay. I realized that the “Gay Life” is something that is constantly misunderstood by Hetero- and Homo- sexuals alike. But I still wanted my blog to have a gay theme and stand out from the others. After giving it some thought I realized that the color indigo is quite a misunderstood color, many people thinking that it’s a shade of blue or a shade of purple when in fact it is its own color having four separate shades.  It also happened to be the only color not on the gay flag and I hate that rainbow symbol. So I titled my blog The Indigo Life in attempt to help others to see what the real gay life is about.

I now live in New Brunswick NJ with my Boyfriend that I refer to as Mr. MeTo. I am in love and while being single for two years gave me a lot to write about in regards to finding love and keeping friends. Being in a relationship is giving me a lot to write about as far as growing up and balancing all that life gives you.

If you wish to know anything else or have questions simply ask or check out my blog I guarantee that all the answers you’re searching for are in there.

Moving for love

Moving for love

The act of moving for the sole purpose to be closer to your boyfriend or girlfriend is an act that no one person can agree on as weather a wise move or a bad move.

I had a chat with a friend of my aunt’s and while he supports anyone for up routing their life for someone else she and I were agents it. Sure he explained that while you’re young it’s all fine and dandy but the older you get the less you can afford to make such an error. The discussion ended up being about two coinciding issues but for the sake of keeping things simple I will just continue with my original topic in solidarity.

One of my best friends which I talk about from time to time has recently moved back to Philadelphia because things between him and his boyfriend did not work out in South Carolina. I had kept my opinion to myself about his decision to move but once he was back home I refused to bite my tong and told him that he moved for the wrong reason. I was not alone in my thinking.

When I moved to New York I received support because the reason for doing so was me. I moved because I wanted to move and start my own life there. It may seem a little hypocritical of me as my reason for moving to New Brunswick New Jersey was Mr. MeTo, there is no way I would have moved here on my own. There is a big difference in my case however. When I moved I was only 50min from my job and I was spending most of my time in NB, New Brunswick for short, anyway. I gave nothing up. My life remained the same and I had easy access to my friends. I even made arrangements so that if the relationship did in fact go south I would not have to move.   

I am in support of anyone who moves within a reasonable distance for love, so long as all that they are used to is not too far away.

I am agents anyone who moves such a distance that they have to change jobs and going to see friends and family has to be a planned several days to a few weeks in advanced. A move such as this requires a change in lifestyle. A move such as this should only be done for someone you are married to where it can be seen as an honest investment in one’s future. To do it for a boyfriend could be proved to be a waste of time and money.

When Lou moved to South Carolina as his friend I had to be supportive and hope and pray that the move would prove to work in his favor. It did not though and a good test to see that the move was a bad idea to begin with is when the relationship went south he had no choice but to move back north. There are things that one can do to make such a move worth it. If my friend had went down and saw the area and decided that he wanted to move, good idea, If he got a job and decided to move good idea or even if the reason for moving was his boyfriend, if had saw to it that he was going to be dependent on himself to survive and if the relationship would end that he would be happy to keep his new life then it would have been a good idea.

To think about how one must feel after they make such a sacrifice and realize that it was done not for them is enough to prove that it was not worth it.

I am all for love and the pursuit of it but all in all if after every sacrifice you make for love you can’t honestly say you would do it all over then it was not a sacrifice, but rather just another dumb mistake.

So Thats September

Life is getting ever so complicated, just a quick blurb to bring everyone up to speed. MeTo has decided to get back in touch with his religious side and just in time, as September contains two of the most holy of holidays in the Jewish faith. I have been alongside him every step of the way and quite supportive and it is leading me to get closer to God in my Christian faith.

September also happens to be my busiest month, as far as birthdays go. As I have said before I love my Virgos. So there was a trip to Philly to celebrate the 15th and a card was sent to celebrate my grandmother’s 70th birthday. Then the 19th which would have been MeTo’s birthday party turned out to be Rosh Hashanah, so instead we had a big dinner with his immediate family and I covered desert and the Challah, MeTo did lamb chops and roasted vegetables and Mom made matzo ball soup and Kasha Varnishkes. It was Jewish feast.

The day after was MeTo’s actual birthday and we spent the day in the big apple. His parents got him two tickets to Wicked and I truly enjoyed it. It required some digesting for MeTo but he came around. We then had real New York pizza and enjoyed central park and the sites that make the big apple what it is.

I went to my first Jewish religious ceremony on a Friday and the next day I threw MeTo a great party. 12 of his friends showed and we ate and danced and sang. We both had a wonderful time.

Sunday started Yom Kippur and I made a big meal of collard greens, candy yams, fried chicken, and collie flower for our pre-fast meal. Then in the early afternoon we went to services at the temple. I was really getting into the Jewish faith. Our breakfast was with mom and I found out some disturbing information about the New York City public school system.

That was the gist of my September and I hope to have greater details for you soon. So keep checking to see what’s new.