So it's been awhile since I last wrote a blog and in the time a lot has happened. For starters I've been crazy busy trying to get my screen printing business up and running and let me tell it can be such a pain in mien hinny. Like the bulk of the problems I'm having is getting the designs to transfer from the transparencies to the screens and getting them printed with out smudging the ink. I've been experimenting with ways to cut down prep time like "baking the screens in the oven to dry them fa
The other day I was walking to the B.A.R.T. (Bay Area Rapid Transit), which is another name for the local Subway system, it was late, sometime around 11:PM, when I was approached by three youths, they couldn't have been older than twenty. Even though I was listening to my I-Pod, I am aware of my surrounding, and when they stopped in front of me, barring my way to walk, I took out one of the ear buds, and looked at them blankly.
The tallest one, which still didn't come up to my shoulder, told m
What a difference just a few weeks can make had you told that I'd be where I am now I wouldn't have believed you. For those of you who've read my Blog Fear know that me getting up there and singing Stand by Me at the local gay bar in Pontiac,Mi was a life changing event, but how much I had no idea. See following that night ever since things have just kinda fell into place. For starters I'm currently in the process of getting rid of the breathing tube I've had since I was 6. basically the first c
Finally, yesterday, we finished shooting a video for 'Spring of Teal'.
I love Apple computers and their software. Final Cut rocks! All I have to do is log and capture the DVs, Sync them and snippety-snip. Easy-peasy! I'll see you next millenia, then.
I write for everyone who has ever felt stepped on, left out, isolated and unloved. I write so people will know that I have a voice; that I am still here, standing proud despite everything I've been through. But most importantly I write to tell that lonely kid out there who's thinking about killing himself: YOU MATTER, NEVER SURRENDER!
The path each of us must walk is seldom clear or easy. And though we may lose our way we must continue forward, using the knowledge and gifts given to us to ligh
"I done gone and made a video!" the fool said proudly.
"Good, good," said the cat, flexing her claws and going back to sleep.
And it nearly was good. The thing is that making a video on your own is bleedin' hard. No nifty camera moves, no slow zoom in whilst tracking out. All of the cutesy things you can have fun with with mates are impossible. And then there was the hat's damn label.
I was wearing a hat, and without anyone to point out that its label was showing, the label had a staring role
So we had a storm tonight. It blew over a tree somewhere, and rain was released in a deluge that lasted long enough to dump nearly an inch of water. Lightning lit the sky somewhere over the Antarctic and evidently struck havoc on the power lines to my neighbourhood -right as I was making a post about Windows 7. The computer died and the lights went out. The room was black, cold and very, very dark.
I couldn't see a thing. I dismissed the idea I had died in a hurry. Perhaps I should rephrase th
It's past 2.00am and I'm pondering if I want to get up at 5.00am to watch the last ever episodes of Lost. After all, Lost is a phenomenonenomeything, isn't it? Well yes (he says, answering his own question) it is. I was addicted to the first season - why do they call it a season and not a series? Addicted, and couldn't wait for the second to start. Then, when it did, and as is usual in the UK (curses to all responsible) it was taken off free-to-air and bought by that scuzzoid Rupert Murdoch and
So I went out tonight on a whim to the gay bar near my house. They were doing karaoke so I decided what the tell and put my name in the cue and waited my turn. Now I've been there plenty of times but always chickened out because I can't talk all that well. So as my turn approached I started panicking. What if they laugh at me? What if I mess up the words, etc. So when the DJ called my name I took a deep breath and started to sing Stand by Me. At first no one could hear because my voice was so
I've been on vacation for the last five days and I must say, I haven't done anything of importance. Okay, that's not really true, I have done things. Yet none of these things were things I had been needing to do.
On Sunday, while on the train going home to start my five day vacation, I wrote this in my notes section of my handy dandy I-Phone...'Starting tomorrow, I'll be having five days off work, not really sure what I'll be doing or where I'll be going but it's time to find a warm hole and
I'm finally starting to write again, which is, quite frankly, an utter Gawdsend, as I'd pondered the thought that perhaps that was it and I'd shot my authorial bolt ... as it were.
Now I know I haven't - or perhaps that should be 'think' rather than 'know' - I'm marginally happier. Not that I haven't been happy ... just a tad depressed.
I went to the doctor last week and told her - I had a choice of a her or a him, and I think if you're going to spill your emotions to a doctor it's probably be
I thought I would quote some of my replies I post to newspaper sites and blogs, and stuff.
Hopefully they will make sense without referencing the article, which I won't do because I do not mean this to be a reference report, just a place to list my comments that perhaps might have a general relevance to other communities or situations. A kind of pin the quote -tail, on the (blindfolded) asinine news of the day, and let it fall where it may in the readers' realm.
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The beginning?well that isn?t really the right place to start this particular tale. No not there, that would take more time then I could ask any sane person to suffer through. So instead of the beginning, I think I?ll start in the middle.
I?ve never had much luck with relationships. For all my slutty ways, I?ve only ever been in three long term relationships. And for those of you that might not know, I?ll define the phrase ?long term relationship?.
For me, long term relationship is defin
I guess I'm in love with my I-Phone. There I've said it...publically and everything.
With all the applications you can download, I'm surprised it's not listed as one of the worlds greatest something or other. Let's face it, it beats the shit out of the Grand Canyon. (Sorry Des)
Though now that I think about it, the I-Phone should come with an ugly people spotting application for those of us that take a drink from time to time.
It would've came in handy for me last night. I'm not saying th
the Second Time Around
1978
I first met Randy when we were sixteen. I met him at Frank's house- a guy from my football team that I screwed around with from time to time. He enticed me to come over by telling me about a kid from his neighborhood that wanted to join in.
Randy was a shy kid. He wasn't big or athletic or a jock. He was cute and a lot more feminine than most of the guys I previously messed around with. What caught my attention was his bright, intelligent blue eyes.
Frank treated
Sunday 11th April. The Awesome Dude Weekend Show No 25
I was as nervous as a very nervous thing, Mick was Mick, and The Dude put us both at our ease. It was the first interview we've done and though I'm only too aware I should have been more ... umm, something, and probably less something else. Anyway, all in all we're ecstatic!
If you want to know what on earth I'm waffling on about then go to Awesome Dude Radio and listen to the 25th weekend show. Go on, you know you want to!
Cheers!
I was in a bar earlier tonight and this black guy I have never met before comes over and says, I quote, "For a white boy, you have mad flavor."
I'm not really sure what "mad flavor" is, but I gots it.
So why would this stranger come over and say things I don't really understand? I guess I should start at the beginning. Well, not that far back, I don't think even my loyal reader would stick around to read this Blog Entry if I started at the beginning. So lets start from a beginning.
I got pull
I wonder if I should blog about all my worries?
No, I better not, I could start a panic.
Shall I put on a happy face and pretend that I am gay?
Is it possible to pretend to be something that you actually are?
I could pretend to be straight, but I doubt if anyone here would believe me.
I'm sure I could fool the locals into thinking that I am straight, after all they have fooled themselves into thinking they aren't gay.
Some of them even went and married a girl to prove it. Seems a bit drast
Hello everyone. Not going to explain why I've not posted in a few months except to say that it's been a whurl wind around here.
David and I have now a second foster boy placement. Actually, he's been here since mid-November. He's 18 years old, male and gay. He's had drug and alcohol abuse in his past as well as violence and flight from authority. Sounds terrible, doesn't it? David and I were sceptical at first...until we interviewed him at his rehab cewnter to see if we wanted to take him.
Wow! Didn?t realize it had been so long since I had posted here?. Well? when you read below, you will see that I?ve been rather busy.
After my diagnosis, well, I had to face a few realities. The biggest one was, I was a gay man with AIDS. That is simply not conducive with the fa?ade I had been living for more than twenty years, and yes, in the end it was more than my wife could handle. We had a lot to sort out, I moved into the guest bedroom, and well, yea, we were finally divorced several
Hello, hello, is this thing working? I don't know what is wrong but the date for the blog entries are stuck in 2009, there is no 2010. How stupid is that?
It was the same with my last entry, but I set it for the December 31 2009 and it posted as January 1 2010. How crazy mixed up is that? I wonder what will happen this time?
I've had a great idea for writing a story. I will write the first paragraph and post it as being December 31 2009. Then when it changes to January 1 2010, I will find
Have you ever noticed how difficult it is to have a happy new year when the rest of the world seems to have gone stark raving mad?
Perhaps it is just me, perhaps I have caught some dreaded mental malady that makes me think the rest of the world is bonkers when it is really me that has gone psycho in January.
I can tell you I wasn't too happy about Uganda passing laws to execute homosexuals, and my straight friends weren't impressed that if straight people know a gay person, then they have to
