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. . . )

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.

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.

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.

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.

That Kind of July

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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

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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.

Just Love

I know that at some point I will overdo it but understanding love is one of life's greatest lessons. From the time we are young we are convinced we love mommy because she loves us and she shows this by doing the things we need her to do. We then learn that another sign of her love is discipline she implements ways to show and tell us what behaviors are acceptable and unacceptably in the real world. At some point we stop thinking of her as a bitch for all the grounding and yelling and appreciate her for showing that she wants the best for us, mom's wants us to lead happy lives.

That is the lesson we learn from day one how to show and love your family. But how do we show and know we are in love with non-family. With our friends its easy in our minds we simply adopt them as family. We introduce them to our mom, dad, sisters, brothers, and extend family when appropriate. But then there is that “New Love” the love that is not there from day one the love that we never expected would just bite us in the ass. When we feel it and express to others that we are experiencing a new feeling we are asked if its infatuation. Mom will tell you “it is just infatuation your too young to know what love is.” but we know how to love Mommy we know how to love dad, grandma, grandpa and them other niggas we call family. Why is it we cannot tell the difference between love and infatuation right way, why can’t we learn those feelings from day one?

Why is it that some people marry their high school sweetheart while some never even have one. Why do some people go to college and meet their first husband when others jump from guy to guy never being serious. We go through middle school feeling horny for someone to touch us in that spot and we get to high school and many of us feel how good it is to be touched and then we know sex is good. We know the difference between just wanting sex and wanting to spend time with someone. But we still have to learn what love is.

Then the day comes when you become confused. You don't know if all you want is sex or more. If it is love for the first time of infatuation for the first time. Then there is that moment when you touch and you know you have a chance to walk away or go along for the ride. You know your heart is pumping and you start to sweat a little. You decide to go along for the ride and the whole roller coaster hurts and tickles. It makes you laugh and cry, hungry and full. There are times you cannot stop eating and times you fell you could go days without ever taking another bite. You want to call them but don't want to be over bearing you think about every action before you make a move. You’re in real love for the first time.

A very small select few marry their first loves others such as myself lose them. Most times it is no fault of our own. Sometimes they realize they could never feel the same way about us as we feel about them, sometimes they are in love with someone else, the scars of previous relationships prevent them from being happy, other times it’s just not meant to be. Family or background differences, religious and social beliefs are all the things we learn that will get in the way of love. Sometimes lack of experience will ruin what appears to be the perfect relationship and too much experience can do the same.

My point to all of this as we all have herd before “it’s better to have love and lost then to never have loved at all” however you must remember one lost love is not the end of the world playing the field is hard and can get old quite fast but just like the first time you fell in love you were not looking for it, it found you.