Happy People Life and Thier Counter Part.

What can be said about life and all the things in it? Compared to the span of the universe it is only a vapor if that, and yet all the moments in it, are so monumental. We celebrate birthdays, anniversaries, graduations, job promotions and events that we know we will only get to see one time. Many times we look for excuses to celebrate. We put emphasis on things that are mundane or common place so we can spend money and be merry. Not that this is a bad thing but it almost is proof that life is viewed as not worth living if you have no reason to celebrate.

It is for this reason we try our best in life and look for affirmation. It is getting this assertion from others that we can justify merriment. We are born and enjoy the fuss we get from our birthday and Christmas that when we see that mom and dad calibrate an accomplishment such as having a good report card or graduating, with a party we are overjoyed and strive to fill our lives with such accomplishments. We then begin to gain friends and age and realize we can provide our own calibrations and put emphasis on new year’s and other people’s birthdays. This list of scenarios goes on and on.

Ultimately we have kids and we celebrate their accomplishment with them and the cycle is set to continue.   We also learn that without the bad one cannot appreciate the good. Some have learned this lesson so well they go as far as to cause drama in their lives to make the smallest of good fortune seem extreme.  How am I so familiar with such a topic? If you read previous blogs you can see that people like the above mentioned pepper my life.

I am able to put everyone in my life into categories and two of those categories are Drama people and happy people.

The happy people are thy type I like to associate myself with people like Phil and Jason. The type of people who just want to be happy and be around happy people and when unnecessary drama is brought in our life there is only one option, cut it out.  For most of my gay life that is how things have been me and my happy friends living a life that is naturally drama filled. I can’t help but wonder about all the other gays I have met that seems not to only be followed by drama but they welcome it and are always in the search of more. I watch how people I know turn down a perfectly healthy relationship that is filled with good moments and receives the blessings of friends for one that is stressful, full of arguments and several moments of broken hearts.

I recently realized that a person I was in love with for quite some time was one of these drama people and the only reason I was kept in the mix was to assist in bringing the drama. Everyone I knew told me that this was an unhealthy relationship but my heart wanted what my heart wanted. Then when I finally was part of a relationship that was healthy and happy, I saw clearly.  I saw all the drama he liked to bring to his life and all the happiness I had. I saw the relationship I wanted him to have with him I was in with someone who clearly wanted it and while he stressed about how offal things were with his I could not believe how great mine was.

A part of me dreamed that things would fall apart for him and that he would see what he could have had but how could he, I was in a normal relationship which he said he wanted but not what his heart or head really wanted.

So while I did get half my wish, which also stems from the fact he brook my heart I can’t help but still keep my distance. My heart has grown and gained knowledge. I want to be happy and live a normal life with friends who are just as if not more happy than I.

So in conclusion happy know drama and don’t want it in their lives and they want moments to celebrate themselves as well as friends. Their counter parts like to celebrate drama and welcome dram in their lives. The only way for any of the above mentioned to change is to accept that they are who they are and live life recognizing that they do things because of the type of person they are. Once that major step is completed they can start to make active decisions that will help lead them in the other direction. Although I can’t see why any happy person would actively choose to be a drama queen.

Nothing New

Life is an interesting thing; you have your great loves, amazing moments, epiphanies, your best friends who last a life time, and the friends who last for only what seems like a day. You have the times you learn and the times you teach, the times that seem like you’re wasting your life and the ones that seem like you will just live forever. Life is full of all kinds of things but in the end for many it is the same, weather your gay or straight, black or white, Christian or atheist, it all ends and we try in vain to get the most out of it and make it last as long as possible.

It seems like a shame to waste time worrying over small things considering you are only awake for two thirds of your life and only about half of that is used to carry out non survival functions such as eating and going to the bathroom. So there you have it we only live a third of our life, the rest is consumed with bodily functions and sleep.

Many of our other functions are controlled not by need but emotions and with our heart being second in command only after our ass, (“The Ass is King” coming soon) it makes total since that what affects the heart will affect the rest of us.

I recently quite my new job for completely good reasons and it was something MeTo and i discussed before I went through with it. I took the rest of yesterday to unwind and relax. Then this morning I jumped into house husband mode. I made my hubby a nice breakfast and then began cleaning and even tried my hand at bread pudding.

I was shocked to see that just like our apartment my life was getting just as organized. For the first time in my life everything was beginning to have a place and knew where everything I owned was. It was a great feeling and t keep with the trend I made reservations to organize the files on my computer and delete unnecessary ones so that I would have room. It was a great day MeTo and our roommate Christian went to Hometown Buffet and although it was not a great place I did eat well.

When I went to bed things were looking up and up except with my life falling into order, I honestly had lots to think about. MeTo has told me that I should bite the bullet and allow him to help me out of debt. I also recently found out that my ex and his boyfriend brook up in the way that his friends all predicted they would. MeTo’s ex made it clear that he wanted him back. I recently lost my car which made job hunting difficult and with my mother knowing about my car and job situation I am being encouraged to move back home.

So my current situation is I live approximately 2 hours from my friends and family, with my boyfriend and two other roommates.. my boyfriends in not only a good on paper guy he is a good guy period all my friends love him and we are talking marriage, so allowing him to help me financially makes perfect since in the interest of our future. There is just one thing.

In every fantasy I had about someone rescuing me from my debt, my hero was never there long. He would come in get close rescue me, we would have a few laughs and then we would both be on to someone new. I would live my new life without debt and he would always be a happy memory, then there were the fantasies’ where my hero would rescue me from my debt but was not the good on paper guy. Sure he had a bank account and a good job but he was the bad boy type and I was the only one who knew the way to his heart.  I never saw myself with a wonderful guy like the one I have, I also never could see myself with someone that could do better.  The truth of the matter I have gotten a lot out of this relationship. I have gotten all that a “boyfriend” could get and he is offering more in hopes that we are going to have an extensive future together. So I should be rapturous right? But I am not I am nervous and scared. I have had three great loves in my life ad two of them hurt me shoddily.

Can I allow someone to invest in my life and there not really be any contract? Is the life that I am being offered really what I want? If it is then why do I keep thinking about Mr. M? Am I really ready for a real adult relationship? Have I reached that level of emotional maturity?

I can’t help but wonder about all the different paths my life could have taken. Meeting Mr. M has not improved my life at all. Becoming best friend with Neal was a good move but should we have been more and is that what he really wanted and the reason why we are no longer friends? No matter what I do I keep comparing my three great loves Neal Mr. M and MeTo.

Since the moment I had fallen for MeTo I have been looking for excuses to break up with him. We had moments where I would wonder, “is this my out?” and each time the answer was no. but in a relationship shouldn’t you be excited about taking the next step, and shouldn’t you be sure that the one is the one. I have said I was sure I have felt I was sure but now I just don’t know. I think back to my favorite TV shows SATC, Noah’s ARC, QAF and wonder is MeTo my Aiden is MeTo this perfect guy that is not meant to really be mine, or is he my Trey loyal despite my flaws or Ben my sweet heart protector, is Mr. M my Mr. Big? Then I remember that life doesn't always work like TV things are not always certain. We play games and fight wars without a script or predetermined ending.  

I know not the number of my days or my destiny. I can only ever know what I want and work towards that. I always remind myself that the heart wants what the heart wants and while whatever will be I have to continue to live for me.

Life is a movie theater with each movie only showing once and many not running simultaneously. You can choose to watch one or two movies to the end or hop from theater to theater looking for the perfect movie until you end up back where you started and realize you never got to see an end.

I am at the point where I can choose to move on or watch this movie to the end. I have to be prepared that this may be the only movie I get to see. Or I can go theater hopping in search for a different one.

My life was once full of parties and club nights, my friends and the quest for a real boyfriend and a decent job. I have the boyfriend but I no longer have the crazy nights. My heart no longer beats to the thump a thump a of Woody’s but the sound track to the rest of my life whatever that maybe.  

Last Time At Woody's

So as you are well aware that it has been some time since I have gone to Woody’s on my own accord. I figured with MeTo going out of town on a conference and with my entire family wanting to see me and I missing all my friends that I would come to Philly for a short visit.

As a matter of fact I got a call from Jaz telling asking me what I was doing Wednesday, she was on her way to Philly and wanted to go to Woody’s , and with Louis coming home on Thursday I figured no than Wednesday to come home and go out with my friends.

Needles to say Jaz canceled on me, Phil had school the next day and Lou had no money. I found admission for Lou and so he was going to come. So there it was going to me, Jay, Lou and most likely Tia. I had not sent her a text as I expected Jay to tell her. And I was right the two of them picked me up from 30th street station around 10:30 and it was off to the club, then to my surprise jay says, “ Oh my god I forgot Phil.” I was thrilled Phil was going to come, it was a night with all my best friends minus RJ.

After picking up Phil we drove back to the parking lot and to our surprise Ramon and his roommate Jeff we standing outside with a couple of their friends. We chatted for a bit, I really had no interest in reconnecting as Ramon was a guy who toyed with my heart then called me a friend but would not keep in touch.  So we were off to the club.

It was nice similar old times flashed before my mind’s eye and I soaked in the nostalgia. When we got in I was shocked to find admission to the bar was free but to get onto the dance floor went from a two dollar bar minimum, to five dollars. I had promised Lou that if he found the funds to get there I would pay for him so I was now down 10 dollars. One would think with a price increase that it would be better than before but it had gotten a lot worse, you were no longer allowed to dance on the speaker boxes, the go-go dancers were gone and the DJ was horrible,  So not worth five per 21 year old and 10 for the minors.

We made the best of it, Lou, Phil and I got tired of just standing around so we went to the dance floor to make the most of it and for about an hour we danced to fairly good music. Then we bumped into Zack again and I chatted with his little boy toy.  

The rest of the night just went on until the DJ stopped everything 6 minutes early. We left the club and went through the bar to go outside. And I smoked my last cigarette and made Tia and Phil to promise to support me in this. They vowed to not let me smoke around them and in the event I am caught with a cigg in my hand they would take it. September 3 would be the day of my last cigarette for life.

Jay dropped everyone off and I walked into my mom’s dark house where everyone was sleeping. While I missed MeTo it was good to be back in Philadelphia the one place that no matter what would always be my home.

Romantic Evening MeTo Style

Last Sunday MeTo wanted to do something special and something special we did. With me having just lost my car and a Saturday of being really depressed he wanted to get me and us out of the house. He mentioned this middle eastern place in New Brunswick and today he figured was as good a day as any to take us there.

So we got showered and dressed and I even put on makeup to just make it all the more special.  We both were quite pleased with our outfits and for good reason. I was completely turned on by him, to the point where all I could say was wow. He wore his new jeans that he recently bought to expand his wardrobe, a tight burgundy shirt that displayed his mussels very well and the tan blazer I picked out for him.  He looked amazing.

We walked to the restaurant and talked about everything that was on our minds, mostly about how much we loved each other and turn each other on.  With each day causing me to love him more than the last I was at the point of being madly in love with him. He remains the most charming and giving person I know.
We got to the restaurant and was seated outside. It was a lovely day and the place although small was just as charming. Our waitress was one of those sweet innocent smart types. The kind of waitress that one would hope to get everywhere they go. I gazed into MeTo’s eyes as I sipped on my seltzer and lime, trying to figure out what I wanted. The food from the other tables enlarged my eyes and the aromas played a symphony for my nose. My stomach felt reassured that no matter what I got I was going to eat well.

With time and the waitress’ help I decided I would have the hummus and seasoned ground beef, while MeTo had the gyro platter. We had stuffed grape leaves for our appetizer and both ordered house salads. With everything being well priced we decided to stay for coffee and desert as well. The baklava was not all that great but MeTo, the connoisseur he is, was quite pleased with the coffee.

Sure there we a few things that could have ruined the night like my getting makeup on my shirt collar, or spilling my creamer. But I was with the man of my dreams and he was providing a perfect night. It was one of those dates were no matter what goes wrong there is just way to much going right. I was on cloud nine with him and we walked back talking about religion and how much we love each other.

When we got home he had to do some quick work for school and I took the time to clean and put away a few things. He was quite happy to find that the last cardboard moving box was gone. With a few nick knacks placed well around the apartment, it now looked even more like a home.

When his work was done we sat on the couch and had drinks and chatted. Before I knew it I was lip locked and pulling him into the bedroom. The amazing night ended with the proper fireworks.

We All Have our Violet Days

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The previous blog, while every word is true, is what I like to call one that was written in a violet moment, a dark point in my life. Since that posting I have done a lot of thinking and talked with MeTo about it.

I noticed that it may come off that I am not happy with the fact that I came out of the closet and I am not happy with the person that I am. This is not the case, while I have many regrets in my past me coming out of the closet is not one of them. It is true that I never wanted to be gay, who would honestly chose a life where an extremely conservative Christian family would persecute you. Who would choose a life where one could never look forward to having a big happy wedding like his friends and other family member? Who would honestly choose a life where he runs the risk of being attacked in the neighborhood where he grew up because he is not like the guys he grew up with? This is not a life that people wake up and choose its one that people wake up and are forced to accept.

I explained before that before I came out of the closet it was years of fasting and praying that God would change my sexual desires and it was after this extreme time that I had to accept myself for who I am. It hurts that my main spiritual leader fails to see or even try to see things from my perspective.

When I came out of the closet I had nothing anymore, I had to begin reevaluating everything in my life, from my religion and family values, to what I wanted to do with my life and the type of people I wanted in it. You would think having a boyfriend at such a time would make things better but mine made things worse. He showed me the path of a stereotypical gay man. He smoked round the clock, drank round the clock, used marijuana every chance he had, spent his free time clubbing and out in bars. He was the only gay friend I had as mf friend Anthony abandoned me right before I came out.  

I needed someone so I stayed with my boyfriend got his advice and allowed him to help me block out the pain. I began smoking cigarettes, and drinking more than I would have liked to. He would tell me this is gay life smoking drinking a clubbing and when your gay 25 is middle age. I began to understand the fear that my mother had about gay life not including her religious views. It was a new strange would for me and I had only one tour guide and after 5 weeks I was abandoned yet again because I failed to fit any kind of stereotype.

I began a search on a4a to make new friends and maybe find a boyfriend and one friend and I began going to Woody’s. I was loving it on Friday nights meant dancing half dressed on a speaker box I was in the gay scene but I was free to become the gay man I wanted to become. I had no one telling me this is how it is and you’re supposed to think and do this. It was my choice to drink and to get drunk. It was a time in my life that was all about having fun, and that’s just what I did. With my friends at work supporting me and encouraging me not to change, and vowed to myself that while I am gay I will be the victor I was when I was straight.   

Shortly after Mr. M and I were done I was invited to a birthday party by my friend Erica. Her friend Jayson was having a birthday party and it gave me a chance to where my all white as it was a white party.

The party was nice but the after party was even better despite the guy I was eyeing all night was not going to the club. One might find it odd but it was at the club that I got to know the birthday boy. We had met twice before but this was the first time that I had a chance to really get to know him. Our friend Erica wanted us to date but it’s a good thing we didn’t because less than two weeks later we were hanging out again, and then again, and before we knew it we were introducing each other as best friend.

While Jayson was a heavy smoker and sometimes drank a lot during parties, he never defined what being gay was, yet he showed me how to be gay. I felt like I was capable of being who I was before, I could keep my morals and have fun. He was the kind of person that spoke his mind and made it clear that this is how HE thought and if any one disagreed they could speak up and it would be welcomed. I meet many people through Jay and of all the friends that I ever made in life I never regretted befriending him.

We had so much in common we liked diverse crowds and to dance on the speaker box at Woody’s. We even had a thing for white guys.

By the time of my 22nd birthday I had such a great view of the gay world, I had seen the good the bad all that it had to offer and at 22 I was a better person than I had been at 21. I was out and happy, I had a new respect for life and the people in it. I knew my support base and I knew where to go to have a good time. I was a better rounded person. The only problem was I allowed someone to stay in my life that I should have let go of, Mr. M. I dealt with that the best I knew at the time but due to my lack trust in the world and even those closest to me I kept my true feelings towards him a secret and would cast him in the best light at all times.

But a year after being 22 he is no longer a part of my life. I do wish the decision had been mine but all in all no matter if you walk or run you still going over the bridge.  Now that I am 23 I have found a man who loves me and encourages me to be who I am along with my friends.

While I may not be working, or have a car I still have all the love I fought for over the years and if I didn't come out I would still be living at home with next to no friends and most likely with no job and losing my care. So there you have it my reason for being proud of who I am and coming out. Yes in dark times I think about how life is unfair and how things might be if I were straight, what depressed gay person doesn't? All I know is over the past two years I have experiences that shaped me into an undeniably better person and made for some interesting reading on my blog.

No More

There comes a time in every man’s life where his past and all the secrets catch up to him and while I can sit back and let them all happen slowly I prefer to just get it all over with at once.

The biggest secret I ever kept is the true story of how I lost my virginity I never told a sole and there is only one person who knows the true story but would deny it if ever confronted. I was not raped but it was not something that I really wanted to happen. It was not long before my 18th birthday when I became sexually active again with a guy who I never should have had any sexual activity within the first place. Me eldest cousin and I had played sexually games for as long as I could remember. It had stopped for quite some time but when we started to live under the same roof it started again and by the second game he finally took things all the way. I tried my best to block the incident from my mind but it has been one that has stayed with me ever since.

I can’t help but look at how our lives turned out and not feel hatred but envy. He went to college on time and went on to become a paramedic. He remains in the closet still and receives family approval and is looked to as the golden child. I on the other had have disappointed my mother by not walking in my graduation from high school due to poor grades and had to do summer school.

I only did a small portion of college and as far as my success goes I am just one big failure. I have over five thousand dollars in debt and several different jobs in the past 5 years. When I came out to my conservative Christian family, my mother and grandmother did all but disown me. I used to smoke cigarettes and occasionally pot. I used alcohol heavily and sometimes I still get drunk alone.

I suffer from depression and think about suicide. I have no job. I live two hours from all my friends and family with a man who honestly deserves better. My debt consists of several bad decisions. A little over three thousand for a car that has just been repossessed, a thousand for a loan I had took out in order to keep my apartment when I was 19 and several other bills for unpaid electric, cable, tuitions and god only knows what else.

I am tired of having theses secrets and pretending my life is not so bad. Vixc B is a lie, a facade I created to hide the pain I endure every day. I never wanted to be gay, I had a play for my life and it fell apart. I don’t know what is in store for me.

I wonder if I should stay in this relationship its seems life a selfish and unfair thing to do. I get stressed out quite easily anymore and find myself sneaking away to have a cigarette and the urge to get drunk. I don’t know what I am going to do but I know things will get worse before they get better.  

A Tripn in the Closet

Today I spent time organizing my closet, since the big move I had no really had the time nor the motivation to put each and every item into a proper category and place. While sorting my dress shirts from my semi dress shirts and vest from outer wear it dawned on my not only that I don’t have as many clothes as I think I do, but the whole reason that gays are so obsessed with their closets.

This obsession that we gay men have has nothing to do with the whole at one time we lived there story it’s simply that gay men see their closet as the equivalent to a bank account. The gay community is more times than not quite the shallow one. We are judged and judge based on how a person looks, more importantly, what they are wearing.

And whether it is Dolce and Gabbana, Abercrombie and Fitch, Armani, or a cool tee shirt that was found at Wal-Mart. A gay man’s wardrobe is expected to speak volumes.

This coveted asset is so protected that few are trusted in its presence, and every good boyfriend knows that you never ever assume that you can borrow from it. A gay man typically allows borrowing only by the best friend and even then it starts with items that are easily replaced and there after that’s all that’s asked for. For if a man was to come across his best friend closet and find a unique item that is not in his own the mind would run wild and go to the point of self justifying “borrowing” an item without permission and without the intent to return. Which can ruin if not destroy a relationship even faster than money.

Gay men and women guard their closets like investment bankers guard their portfolios. In today’s world having the right shirt is the difference between happily ever after, a one night stand, or hearing people chant the U-G-L-Y song behind your back.

From shirts, pants and shoes to belts jackets and ties we never think our closet is ever complete especially since while fashion my repeat and things go out of style, finding that timeless look takes a life time.

Jay Has a Birthday

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So the 15 was my best friend’s birthday and he asked for one thing, a surprise. That was in and no particulars. He told me a few of his other friends but it ended up only being our friend Jen and I who handled it all. Jay stayed on top of us to ensure that we were infecting planning some kind of surprise. To be quite honest it was a legitimate request. Jay had had a rough year thus far and with losing some friends being betrayed by others he wanted to know that that there were still some people who honored his friendship.

Jay had told us both that he did not care if only five of his friends came to his door and yelled surprise, he would be happy because it was a surprise. But he did inform me as his best friend I should have something to do with the planning. So I thought long and hard about what all of his friends could do that would not cost too much and would be a lot of fun for us all. I called the gang and told them to start thinking and keep that Saturday clear. As luck would have it Phil could not get off and everyone was pretty much broke, so I thought about how despite the fact that we are in a recession everyone still has money to go out and eat.

So sent out text and got numbers and sent out more text to let everyone know the time and place of Jay’s surprise. The big day came and we were still adding and changing plans. The morning of got up and began to bake my best friend a birthday cake complete with icing and red decorations. Once it was completed the hubby and I drove to Delco and picked up the birthday boy. RJ suggested a blindfold and it just so happened that Jay had a scarf that matched his shoes and the blue bandanna MeTo gave me was out. I had to stall though my assistant was not there yet and our guest ware not seated.

I headed out and we all laughed and talked about how Jay felt like a blind man but were acting like moving his head would assist in him seeing. When we arrived I dropped off the cake and made it know I was upset that my guest had not been seated. But after talking to Jen we decided that yelling surprise outside was a better idea.

So I retrieved Jay from the car and gave a guess as to where we were, Olive Garden, I said no but I did take the most direct way there from his house and it was his favorite restaurant and they were playing music. I positioned him and pulled down his blindfold as 14 of his closest friends’ yelled surprise. He was thrilled to see that it was a really party in his honor and that he meant enough to people that we went out our way to make him happy.

It was truly a good time we ate told jokes, reminisced and caused a ruckus, some of us even learned how to play an Armonica using wine glasses. While two others realized, without a doubt why I did not like Zack Wilson.

The night ended and I and MeTo had a long ride back and he was not feeling too well not to mention I pissed him off a little. So we went on and Jay was so happy and thanked everyone over and over. It was my job as the best friend to make a big fuss out of certain moments and this one was no exceptions.

Most of the crew went out for drinks after and the next day while food shopping I got a call from Jay’s brother asking if Jay’s phone was working. It turned out that the kid had had so much fun the night before he was sleeping like a rock. His mother and brother wanted to deliver his cards but were very happy and very grateful to hear his birthday was truly happy in a year that was not so great.

Is This What I Want?

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When confronted in the present about ones past it makes since that they are apprehensive. I heard that somewhere once and it seemed appropriate for my current situation. My past is full of financial irresponsibility, just ask my mother. And the fact that I never had anyone to lecture me about money management until it was too late only led to the problem snowballing.

In fact the snowball has gotten so big that it is constantly there all year long and just when I get to the point of chipping away at it something happens where  I have to let it be and move on to dealing with basic survival.

At one point I was financially stable and did not know it. Yes I had a bad track record but some bad advice from a certain someone on what not to do and no advice on what to do led me to jumping the gun. Needles to say I depended on my mother for a place of refuge until I got things back to where they should be but when I came out of the closet I could no longer depend on her much except the extreme basics to stay alive, ok make that just food.

Things snowballed from there and since then I refused to tell anyone about my finances unless I knew for a fact they could and would make them go away or we were going to get married.

Now I am at a crossroads with Mr. MeTo, I cannot pay my share of the bills only because I have no job. He keeps inquiring about my financial past and current debt. My debt does not affect my paying bills it is simply the reason why I have no savings. But he refuses to support me unless I divulge everything.

I consider the sacrifices I have made for our relationships to be quite hug as it is. I have moved to New Jersey, and I have overlooked his lack of True religious affiliation. If I break this last promise to myself I will become someone that simply is not Vixc B. I could relate if I was asking him to pay bills related to my car including traffic tickets or if I were paying off debt first and then our common bills. But that is not the case and he finds it disrespectful, says I want my cake and to eat it too.

Is this really what relationships are? I have to completely submit on their terms before I am truly ready. As much as it pains me to say it I was never ready for this, it’s what I hopped one day to have but not so soon. I am living a bad case of buying the perfect outfit because it was on sale with nowhere to wear it. What do I do? If I sell it on eBay it will never be mine again and I will find myself searching for the perfect outfit when the time comes or I will have to sacrifice myself and maybe become more of a person I don’t want to be.

I can’t help but wonder is my problem the fact that I am changing who I am or that I am trying to fit into a mold that is not made for me. Playing house husband, baking, cooking, cleaning, being spoiled by a man who claims to love me, is this really what I want? Or do I want to be back in the club scene, hopping from guy to guy, looking on adam4adam for my next date, sleeping with who I want because I want to, late nights drinking and random parties with people who are only my friends for a season. It was fun and sometimes I miss it but that all has to end sometime.

When I came out of the closet I promised myself that I would not become a gay stereotype. I would not be a queen, I would not try any and every drug just to try it and fit in. I would not be self righteous and think I was perfect the way I was. I wanted to be the person I was, just gay. Now I look back to pre-gay Victor and compare him to the now Victor and I still only have half. I have cool friends who live two hours away. I have a terrific boyfriend who seems to want to marry me, but no job and I am flat broke.

To tell MeTo about every part of me, this one in particular, would mean I would lose even more control of my life I would have to deal with things when someone else dose, my past would unnecessarily haunt me. I fought hard to become an independent person only ALLOWING people to help me. Only I having full control over all of me. Quite recently I have been sacrificing who I am or was to be the couple I wanted to be a part of, far too quickly.

I have to maintain who I am, and become the person that I want in my own time.

I think about what I will say to him if I end up moving and I feel as though he doesn’t get me, and if he doesn’t get me will any man? I keep thinking about all the men that claimed they thought I was the one for them and I wonder if they got me? Did they understand my fire, my stubbornness, my independence?  Yet see the fact that with charm, trust, charisma, love and time that any wall I built could be broken.

A friend of mine told me that being ticklish is reflective of one’s lack of trust; there has only ever been one person who could give me a foot rub or touch me without making me laugh. MeTo was getting to that point and I was beginning to feel comfortable enough to tell him what he wanted to know but how can I if every moment I begin to feel comfortable he has an episode and reminds me why I still want to keep parts of me separate.

As the day went on I thought long and hard about it and although disgusted by his ultimatum I tried my best to appear understanding and agreeable. He wants to snuggle and talk to me more but I wanted not to be bothered and he suggested that he leave. Despite my saying it was not necessary we both knew it was and while I was taking a nap he went to hang out with his brother. I knew this from the text I got later.

I then checked my email and saw he wrote me a letter to which I began writing a response but due to my headache I sat to watch Noah Arc the movie which caused me to do more thinking. I thought about all I wanted from life the benefits to tell MeTo about my past and the possible consequences. In the middle of the movie he called and we chatted a bit about what we both were doing and how we were feeling. He emphasized that his main concern was that we worked through things and ultimately stayed together and that he was willing to do what it took to ensure our future together. It was nice to see that this relationship meant more to him than my little secret.

He ended up spending the night with his brother and I went to bed alone, with only my Whinny the Pooh to keep me company, pooh was happy.

The next morning I was awaken by MeTo and I still hadn’t sent my email, for the first time ever in my life I got an apology that was not only heartfelt and meaning full, but it was accompanied by flowers.

We talked and of course made up the way that couples in love do. I still have not sent my email due to the fact of the context and that I realized if this was truly the man I intended on marrying there should be no secrets. While I may be revealing all of myself to someone does not mean I am loosing myself it just means I am finally accepting what real love is and what the balance of remaining who I am while being comfortable with one other person seeing all of me, the good, bad, the ugly and the sexy.

I told him my secret and it brought us closer together and I have no regrets.

 

Going, Going, Wait . . . Gone?

Victor S Bethea II says

Sometimes we get extremely lucky and find a love so perfect that it seems just way to easy to maintain.  Despite the easy and how happy both parties are you never know if the other is just pretending or if he or she has just been letting you do all the work.

It is quite possible that you or your significant other can wake up one day and just not feel it anymore. Whatever the reason it leaves one wondering, where did the love go?

My best friend in South Carolina just experienced this he went to bed and was in a happy relationship, when he woke up he found that he was single and in one of the most disturbing ways, a note left on the bed in the spot where his now ex was sleeping the night before. The explanation was simple yet confusing, “I am just not in love anymore.” Kind of cold considering the only thing keeping him in SC was his boyfriend.

I received a call and text asking that I call when I could. I called thinking it was a big emergency. I was quite shocked to hear that his boyfriend broke up with him. We went through all the questions as to why and did you see it coming. I was further shocked to find that Lou was totally taken by surprised. I must admit Lou can be dense but he can see a break up coming. I then asked based on the nature of the breakup if had a chance to talk to his now supposed ex and the answer was no.

A part of me was excited that with nothing holding Lou in SC he would come back to Philly but at the same time I did want things to work out so I focused on getting him to sit down and talk to him.

Later that day I saw Jay and told him what I had heard and I received another shocker for the day, Jay told me that he missed Lou not the nonsense that he would start but all the same he missed Lou. I gave him Lou’s number figuring that he needed as much support and advice as he could get. Not to mention Jay was in the process of figuring out which friends were keepers and which were looser.  I always felt that Jay and Lou should have stayed friends.

Later that night I get a call from jay and he tells me that he and Lou have quite the conversation and that Lou was going to talk to his ex. We both knew they would get back together. And sure enough the next day when I called Lou, he was no longer single. What happened I am not sure I will ever understand but I know this, love doesn’t disappear overnight.  

That Kind of July

new job

We are constantly told that we can never know what to expect in life. So many times we see this proven when we hope and or pray for one thing and then the total opposite happens. So many times in my life I have fallen victim to this. I was hopping and praying that my job at traction would turn into my dream job allowing me to make enough money so I could go to school at night then turn into my first client. However the opposite happened and I now find myself without a job.

How can I honestly say what went wrong I, by sheer magic, dodged getting fired once but the second time just seemed unavoidable.  I and my job were working to find my hitch and it looked like all was well but for some odd reason it just did not work and with no explanation came Monday I was without employment.

I can remember going back to my bedroom to tell MeTo the news and exhausted by it I went back to bed. I had nothing to worry about I never had to much trouble finding a job. I was just disappointed that I got no explanation as to why I was let go. All I had were my own intuitions, to many people found out about my sexuality, the president was unhappy with the fact I was not in sales, which was not my fault. I worked for this company almost 7 months and they failed to deliver on their initial terms and I found myself most day with nothing o do.

I had explained this to my boss along with my failure to understand the company’s workings. For the first time ever I felt anger towards my employer I was pissed that they decided to hire me based on what I could do and not what I could do for the company. My resume and cover letter are one of a kind and speak of only a small portion of who I am, they saw this and were impressed. The position I interviewed for was an assistant to the president, I was hired as a sales rep who act as an assistant for the general manager. The reason for this I was not Jewish and someone came in after me who was.  

I took the position only to prove that I was better suite by skill and not religion and then the other quit with out a word. I was left with having my job constantly redefined and projects thrown at me with out proper resources to complete them.

Needles to say I am looking for new employment and this was just icing on the cake of a July full of surprises.

HIV p2

HIV,Clubbing,gay,Karaoke,Vixc B,Victor Bethea

After Jayson’s parents arrived we went into the living room and began to chat which was more like a listen to Jayson. What can be said when you have received the news we did. It was silent for awhile until Jay asked everyone to talk and when he got to his mom she apparently said the wrong thing, when she mentioned that the first thing to enter her mind was that he could get the help he needs. Jay was disappointed that he did not get the mother response and his anger rose and was forced to remove himself from the situation.

Once outside I followed him and he vented knowing he needed time to compose himself before he went back.  When we did go back and the conversation turned into trying to get the family back together as it should be.

It was only a matte of time before I was brought in as a mediator. Progress was being made but when you have two people who are exactly alike and nether is hearing the other and refuses to see that. I felt there was progress being made but jay however did not and felt it was pointless so he asked for a ride home and I said no keep at this. He announced he had 2 dollars and would take the bus.

I stayed and tried to allow his mother to vent and try to gain a better understanding of her for my self and to my surprise she was as much the type of person that I figured her to be in my mind. She also admitted to the fact the she saw a lot of herself in Jayson. Progress was being made and jay needed to see it. But we came to a point where we all were at an understanding but in order for anything to work jay would have to be willing and accepting of the fact that it would take time for everyone to understand one another.   

Jay’s parents had to run an errand and I was told to stay. I and Jay’s brother went to play Wii and just as we set things up jay came back in and asked for a ride. So I said good bye and good luck to his quite attractive brother and took him home.

When jay fell asleep from all the stress I went to visit my grand mother and my mother. I told my grandmother and aunt about the news I had gotten but left that out when I went to visit my mother. I arranged for a few of us to take Jay out to take his mind off things and it turned into quite the night.

 

Taking his mind off things.

After making my rounds I went back to jays and told him to be dressed and ready by 8, we were going out. It took some convincing but we decided to go out for dinner at Pizza Hut and then Karaoke at 12th Air, which meant no Phil 12th Air, was 21 and older tonight. We had so much fun just the three of us RJ, Jay and myself. We were ubber  gay then drove to KFC/Taco Bell to wait for Jenn and another friend.

Once at 12th Air we commenced drinking and watched the performances and I realized even more how much I loved and missed hanging out with Jay. He sang two songs and by then I was loose and ready to sing. The DJ came back and said he could not find my song and suggested our whole group sing Proud Mary, so jay and I did. We were more entertaining with our dancing then our singing but the crowed loved us and we loved the attention.

When it’s raining men came one jay and I were back on stage to be backup dancers.  We all then figured we call it a night as most of us had work in the morning.

Once in the car Jay announced that he was meeting Aaron to go to Tom Jones and that I should just spend the night. We met Aaron and caught up just the three of us it was quite the shocker to see the place dead. It used to be such the place to hang out, but due to the smoking ban it was much like every other dinner.

After TJ’s we went to Aaron’s to check out a old computer for Jay so he could get back to writing. When I got back to Jay’s it was almost 4 in the morning and I passed out as soon as I laid down on his couch.

I got up and received poor directions to where we had parked my car the night before and it turned into an hour walk in several circles. I found my car and I got gas, when I gat back in my car I found that my check engine light was no longer lit. the day was going to be average.

I was running on only three hours of sleep but gave it my best. It was Thursday and I had to look forward to my weekend, my and MeTo’s house warming.

Constricting or Liberating

After finding out my best friend was positive it put a lot to deal with in my life, and going out that Wednesday gave me a lot to think about and made me realize how much my life had changed both in good and bad ways. From the outside it looked great. I had an extremely attractive man who loved me and was easy to love, amazing in-laws, and cool apartment with all the basic luxuries a car and a job that was not overly stressful. I had the gay dream, except one thing I was not in the gay scene anymore and I missed it.

I live an hour and a half away from the Philadelphia gay scene which I have become accustomed to and much to my surprise I realized that after two long islands I was not intimidated by anyone and had fun at karaoke. I miss Philadelphia and being so close to my friends.

Thinking about all of this made me realize how much I was also getting tired of New Jersey and many of the things in it. My life consisted of food shopping, going to the gym, a local dinner, monopoly, and half priced appetizers at Appleby’s, all with my hubby or alone. Occasionally or friend Christian would join us but for the most part most activities were just the two of us.

I am not saying that I dislike my life but it has changed drastically over the past 8 months and it was not really gradual. I just miss when life was simple and the only thing that could hold me back from a crazy time at Woody’s or some other crazy spot was work.

All this had built up on top of my best friend’s bad news and I was to distracted to have sex and MeTo noticed and with minor twisting I popped.

I began laying down how I felt and why, what I was and was not getting from him and other parts of my life. I could not hold back if he insisted on knowing. My popping turned into discussing and we both pointed out my extreme independence and the fact that this is not only my most serious relationship but my longest. He then told me that relationships should be liberating yet are a lot of work. Which made me think, do I see being with MeTo as liberating?

After our conversation I realized he needed some space and I took my glass of wine to the balcony. I saw a man practicing his golf swing. I don’t know if it is just me but in the month of July golf is everywhere to the point even the blind and deaf notice. I got to thinking how they always tell you practice makes perfect. You practice sports, music, art, writing, everything from driving to eating, yet we are never told much about love or the practice that it may or may not involve.

In this practice makes perfect world we become firm believers in the more sex a man has the better he becomes, with a little guidance of course, but do we ever stop to think that maybe they need to stop and practice being in a relationship before they get into the big one? Dose love at first site really exist along with happily ever afters, or is it with contingencies and prerequisite.

Dose the perfect relationship require both parties involved to have experience or can two people who have never done the serious thing before truly make it. There have been successful arranged marriages so one would figure it is quite possible. You hear real life stories of love at first sight and een happily ever after. My example would be my in-laws. So if this is all possible then to find true love the one you should be with is in fact liberating the joy in knowing you have found the one your other half. But to honestly answer the question of if you’re in a liberating relationship is a three-parter. Are you truly the relationship type, are you ready and finally if already in a relationship?

These not being totally simple questions require serious thought and my final answer could alter my life quite a bit. I am left with some thinking to do.

This Week in indigo

The week started as most of my typical weeks do except I found myself a little more worried about Jay than normal. I many times surprised me to hear him call me his best friend when people with many close friends say it typically is but I was to find out this week why out of all his friends he always called me his best.

I got home and from there the week was no longer a normal week, I changed to go meet my personal trainer at the gym for my fist session. For one hour I was at the mercy of an quite attractive Asian man with quite the body. I was forced to do some exercises that I had been holding off on. I used a bike to warm up and then did some different stretches and on to lifting weights, “LIFTING WEIGHTS?” I was shocked that he was starting me off so hardcore and it was not light stuff. To my surprise I took everything he dished out not in the best way but he certainly knew what he was doing. We focused mainly on my chest and did a fair amount of bench pressing. I left feeling fine but when I got ready to drive found my wheel not to easy to turn.

I was left feeling week on Tuesday but not as bad as Monday evening. I then decided that on Thursday I would visit my family in Philly on Thursday and get ready for my modeling session on Wednesday and this way look my best so before I knew it my whole week was planned.

I came home Tuesday to texturize my hair and I would get a shape up Wednesday after work and do the cooking for the housewarming on Friday and the party on Saturday. MeTo suggested going to Appleby's for half priced appetizers and Christian conveniently stopped by to use the net and visit, so I didn’t have to drive.

Towards the end of eating I got a text from jay telling me he needed his friends and was pulling the best friend card still concerned and knowing he never ever pulls the card I called. He wanted to go out and be surrounded by people to take his mind off of the bad in his life which he was quite focused on. It was extremely unlike jay to feel depressed for more than a day or two and here it had been almost 6 days. I informed him after he told me not to come that if he needed me I would drive to come be with him and he still said it was not necessary to drive the 2 hours of be late for work the next day as it was 11 at night already. So I let it go. I paid for the three of us and we went home.

Shortly after I feel fast asleep I was awaken by my phone and the number although unfamiliar I recognized the area code as a non solicitor call. It was Lou and I informed him that I would call him the next day.

I was running late for my Wednesday meeting as usual but made it in the nick of time and to my surprise my coworker actually bought me coffee which was great as I didn’t have time to buy my caramel iced latté like I typically do on Wednesdays. It was another semi-pointless meeting but this one had more substance. I was have a fairly good Wednesday with a fair amount of work to do and a decent mood despite my weak feeling was turning into a sore one. Because my check engine light came on I figured it was time to finally change my oil and set out to do so on my lunch break, but after I cashed my paycheck and got to pep boys I only had 30min and needed 45. So I drove back to work.

Before I got out the car I checked my phone and I had a text message saying “call me I really need to talk” and a missed call both from Jay. I clocked back in and something told me to call jay now. So I did and Jay still sounded depressed. I asked what was up not thinking he could have bad news and he calmly told me he was positive, It was then followed by how he felt he could deal with it but really needed someone, his best friend which was followed by crying and a victor I need you.

I was shocked and speechless and with all the things my best friend had to deal with I was only praying things would get better and this was far from it. My coworkers had to have herd me say “I’m coming jay. I’ll be there.” I began shaking and packed and sent my boss who was out to lunch an email explaining why I was not there when he got back.

Before I knew it I was feeling helpless and called MeTo who had never seen or heard me cry. I need some tiny bit of strength to deal with this and he was the first and only person I thought of. I began to run to my car when I saw some of the people I work with outside and tears began to come. I said it once but the tears drowned me out so I was forced to repeat it. I put on my Christian playlist and before I knew it I was driving towards the Philadelphia skyline and MeTo was telling me to be with my friend.

So many thoughts rushed through my head once I got off the phone. I always knew I had love for Jay but at this moment my heart was broken and I did not fully understand why. I thought about how complicated it would be for him to get into the perfect relationship and some of the issues that would arise when he did. I thought about how he had more to worry about now, I thought about how much more I should have prayed for his safety. I knew it was not my fault and I knew it was not a death sentence but I also knew it meant the end of a completely worry free health.

I got a call from Jay telling me to go to his mother’s house and I found him on the porch with his brother and I went to him and he gave me a big hug and said he was sorry and began to cry. He held me so tight and it was all I could do, we both were helpless. My friend was hurting and what caused the hurt would be there there rest of his life and I could do nothing but say, “It’s going to be ok.” He grabbed his brother and continually said he was sorry he knew he felt he was not the best brother he could be or the best friend. We both told him to stop with the sorrys they were not necessary. His mother drove up with a man I had never seen before Jay continued to hug and cry and apologize and it was hard to watch as my best friend had to do one of the hardest things a gay man could do, return home to tell his family he was HIV positive.

(To Be Continued)

Happy Monthaversery

To the man who has filled my life with six months of Joy. I love you always you’re the best, my all, the love of my life, my other self, My Mr. MeTo (Robby P).
Thank You For the best 6 months of my life and here is to a lifetime full of many more happy days, weeks, months and years.

Love Always

Vixc B in NB.

So I said . . .

Dear Josh
I don’t really know what to say now. I have no choice but to respect the way you responded. I wrote to you using quite a harsh tone and even went as far as name calling. It took a lot to get the courage to write to you and I put it off for so long that it built up to the point that I almost exploded.

I don’t understand how someone could shut someone out of their life simply because someone new tells them to do so. It really hurts when I think about how much drama you went through in November and December and I still encouraged you to do what was best for you. I wanted and still want you and Joe to live happily ever after.

When you told me the story, I was shocked and when you told me the two of you were getting back together I held my tong not for fear of saying something I may regret or of losing your friendship but because despite all the bad you mentioned I knew that there must be a good reason to give a person like him another attempt. It sucks that Joe cannot see that I have no desire to get back with you and it is as your friend; I hope that you are happy.

It also sucks that you and I never had the time to just be happy being friends. We both are at a point where we should have let the past be water under the bridge and made memories as friends. I cannot deny that we had some cool times together and I honestly thought you and I would be more than exes. I am an extremely forgiving person and if you feel you have a reason to be sorry and meant that you are sorry than I forgive you.

Rob says sometimes I am too forgiving and that is something that I do not regret having in my character because the people closest to me know where it stems from and see they have nothing to worry about.

I have also noticed many things in your character that some see as flaws but are far from it. You value friends and it hurt me when it seemed that at your request I offered you mine and it was not honored.

I trust Joe is a good guy and good to you and if you keep in touch with me I hope that he someday realizes that all I ever want from you is friendship, real friendship. If anyone can truly relate to a lot of the struggles I have faced over the past two years and many that I have had to deal with before I came out, it’s you.

Regardless of whom I came out for I will regret the reason I came out, it did it to have a relationship and not simply so I could be more comfortable with myself. I should have come out for me and me alone and that’s really what I regret. I apologize for calling you a fagot that was off color and unnecessary. I know you have problems and I also know you have the ability to deal and overcome them without alcohol and drugs of any nature. You’re a strong person Joshua M Mariano, and it dose pain me to see you use drugs occasionally and alcohol to deal with life only because I see more with in you. (Not that I see you as a druggie or ever did.)
I am sorry to hear about your sister and I will pray for her. I am also sorry to hear about your job I was really hopping you could leave that place on a high note. I am happy to hear you are in Vegas near family and I pray things go well.

In closing I know that life is hard and I hope you always use your struggles to help you grow and become stronger. As for me I am living in NJ with my Hubby Rob and from the looks of things it’s only a matter of time before we start planning for marriage. I still have all my friends in Philly and I still hang out at all my old spots. The plus side to living where I am is I am only 55min outside Manhattan by train and it’s a cheap train ride. Jazz and I are working out our differences and are friends again.

If you chose to be friends then it would be nice to catch up for real, if not then I hope your life in Vegas is better than you planned.

Here’s to you Kid


Vixc B of Philly

Then he said . . .

I am going to reply to this. My words are never really spoken wisely
or ever really come out correctly. You can say or think what you
want. I honestly have thought about you a lot. I stopped talking to
you for all the wrong reasons. Well, for one wrong reason. Because
it upset Joe. I have not changed my number. I texted you today
because my phone is now turned back on. Never got a text back but
checked my email now before bed and got this so I feel I should reply.
I am sorry for how you feel. You put up with a lot from me. I will
never deny that. I am sorry. I am sorry for everything. Don't worry
karma is a bitch, it always catches up with me. Always has. I should
have never stopped talking to you. However the whole moving to vegas
thing happened in like three weeks after I got fired. There was a
whole lot that went on and I didn't have time to say bye to a lot of
people I wanted to. You can think whatever you like about me. If I'm
a queen and/or a fag in ever sense (p.s. you typed 'since') of the
word then who cares. I don't. I know I'm not. I am who I am. I
have issues and problems. I don't ever recall trying to say
otherwise. I have no problem now trying to keep in contact with you
since I am unemployed I do have some free time on my hands and my
phone is back on. Don't take it personally though. I didn't know my
sister was taken to the hospital in an ambulance the other day because
my phone wuz shut off. Whatever, now I'm rambling. But lemme know
what number you are using now cuz there for a while there were two and
sometimes you would never get a txt or call so my number is still the
same and my computer isn't hooked up so I don't check my email and
stuff too often. Hope you are doing well and honestly, maybe you did
deserve someone else to come out for. I don't know what you want from
me. The person I came out to and was best friends with and became
straight but I don't hold it against him. I care about you and hope
to hear from you soon.

fuck him

Dear Josh aka Mr. M
I hope this reaches you in good health and high spirits. I was hoping to either hear from you or see you before you wet to Vegas but once again you proved hoping anything from you is pointless.
I have been thinking about you a lot lastly and I don’t know why. I think it may have to do with my whole coming out experience and how I did it for the wrong reasons.
I have no choice but to remember you as you were involved in a major part of my life and I wish to god it was someone else. I tried to be a great boyfriend to you and got hurt, bad. Then at your request I tried to be friends with you and got hurt even worse. I doubt you even check this email as you apparently changed your number without telling me.
When you told me the whole story about Joe I refused to judge and simply supported you. You made accusations and pre distinctions before I even gave my opinion. I mad attempts to make your birthday special and even rearranged my schedule to be there for you.
But what can I say your simply not worth it you were never worth it, I wish to god someone had told me you were such the drama queen that you are. You simply suck as a friend and are a worse boyfriend you want the fairytale yet you chose the wrong elements.
You played with my heart and never apologized. You said hurtful things about me to my face and behind my back then denied them you proved to me that of all the mistakes in my life you were the biggest and the worse. If I could take back coming out I would.
I sit here in my three bedroom condo with my hubby and watch as he has to deal with the damage you caused just as I had to deal with the damage your exes caused you. I know this may seem like it is coming out of left field but I tried being friends with you and encouraged you to read my blog but you refused to support me in the smallest way. You took and took from me and now I wish I never met you and that I never came out.
If you chose to respond to thing I suggest you chose your words carefully. If you chose not to then all the better. You’re an alcoholic a drug addict and I am not talking pot. You’re a queen and a fag in every since of the word. If what you told me about Joe is true than you deserve him, May the good people of the world be free from you. Decent people know the good and the bad they do and always try to right their wrongs.
To be remembered greatly

Vixc B of Philly

Expectations

Life continues to throw us curve balls weather they are happy surprises or drama we can always count on them coming.

People are always setting themselves up for failure and sometimes success. We typically do this by setting our hopes to high or too low. For example MeTo and I have tried many different things to keep our love life happy and interesting, and due to the size of certain equipment we have had to take our time.

Most recently we tried something new that I thought would be one of the hottest experiences, to my surprise I was not thrilled and found myself trying not to ruin the moment, although his commentary proved he was in tuned with the whole situation. I think it was a case of having my hopes way to high to what it may taste like.

The Sunday before we went to our first Philly Pride and that was an example of the rewards we sometimes get for having extremely low expectations. I expected to see the side of the community that I typically do not associate with yet I found many people to look like the rest of the world, there were families and the entertainment was the same wholesome venue you can find on many public television channels. I was impressed and had a good time. Best of all I had my friends with me and I even made some new ones.

There was that typical awkward moment where I bumped into an ex but it was quite thrilling to be able to introduce them to MeTo. I do however think if Philly pride didn’t charge there would be a better turn out and a more interesting experience.

1st for June

Hello world it is official that I am in a new error in my life. I cannot believe how much things have changed over just the past few months, not just for me but everyone. My gang and extended friends have all had a 2009 that I predicted from the very beginning.

I told everyone that 2009 was going to be a year of new beginnings and it would make up for all the bad in 2008 and then some, and so far that is true.

Phil is still enjoying the dating scene and going to school dispute that it is the summer. What’s going on with him no one knows except that he keeps calling from places such as Virginia and east bumble Pennsylvania.

Louis and Phoenix are still living it up as best they can in South Carolina. I have not heard from him lately though with his lack of employment he lacks the funds to pay for a cell phone.

My second mother Brenda is getting ever so close to the big day and I can imagine the pressure is on but I know without a doubt she can handle it.

Last week I saw my aunt and her friend Dave who likes to hold heated debates and I of course welcomed the challenged. It was quite nice to see him again. Aunt LAB is doing well and all are encouraging her to get back to dating and it will only be matter of time before see dose as she herself is looking for her niche.

Jayson Taylor may not see it but things are getting better just like I said they would. We have the first tapping of the q view taking place shortly with a picnic for the air date. And speaking of dates he is currently dating Danny a cute and tall man who seems to be quite into him. There is only one thing left before he is well on his way to having it all.

As for my other friends life is chugging on and all are well from what I understand. I recently read a blog of Mr. M's and he is planning a major life change, he and Joe are moving to Las Vegas, I was surprised to find that once the move takes place he will be looking for a new job and quite possibly new friends. We chatted for a brief stint but no major questions were asked or answered.

As the summer approaches and the Q View become ever so near I am being called back into the social gay scene. I admittedly miss it but with the new life I have I can imagine that things are going to be a little more challenging than before. But as it is a desire of mine and not just my friends it’s going to be more fun than ever.

My sister is just about over Jim and just in time as many of the guys are getting antsy. She is quite the little catch with her new style and her new job to fund her stylish efforts, she is living it up like many college students do during the summer. And she is meeting many new "potentials".

Things in my new world in New Brunswick are great. Mr. MeTo and I had two big fights in one week. We were quick to make up which proves something major. Our love can overcome any obstetrical. The move took a whole week to complete with moving things from two separate storage spaces and his dorm room and room at his parents’ house.

His mother was an invaluable huge help as well as Christian. Getting the stuff to the apartment was the easy part compared to having to sort through was and throw away more than half my stuff. It seemed like money was just flying with gas, a new break light, bed frame, CD storage, cleaning supplies, truck rentals, and other storage for in the apartment. Needles to say the spending has stopped for now and things are 99% away in their proper place.

As for my sex life it seems new life has been brought into it and I can’t get enough of the man that I am sure I will spend the rest of my life with. Being in love the way that I am is new for me and being in love with the person I am in love with keeps things fresh on a daily bases.

I can’t help but look forward to this summer it’s going to be full of hot parties beach trips new experiences and club nights to remember. This is going to be the first official Indigo Summer.