Sunday, August 8, 2010

Dearest, darlingest Mumsie and Popsicle...

Consider this my disclaimer: I will not be held responsible for any medical attention necessary (this includes counseling and psychotherapy) to remove the potentially mind-imploding mental images that this may cause to occur.

Around the country there are old, horny, erectile-dysfunction laden teachers pissed about the latest change in their healthcare policies which no longer cover the “wonder pill”, Viagra, because it is not a pill that is needed to essentially “sustain life” and is considered a “pleasure medication”.

Are you freaking kidding me? No, this doesn’t add to the “creeper-pedophilic” stereotype given to old, creepy teachers at all! C’mon, healthcare companies, these poor teachers are pissed because of you! It’s not their fault that they can’t hold an erection long enough to bust a nut in bed! Oh shit, this is priceless.

Oh, congratulations California for the overturning of Proposition 8 – which removed the right of homosexual couples to marry in the state of California! I’m sure this won’t stand for long before it is re-established, but this is definitely a step in the right direction! I know that one day I will want to marry the love of my life even if that is a man. Sure, marriage sure as hell isn’t the sacred act and display of love that it used to be, but it would be nice to know that I could if I wanted to do so. Maybe the actions in California will lead to some revolution and revelation nation-wide and a respectable right will be given to the homosexual community. Of course, the typical gay “scene” totally negates anything that may be appealing about the homosexual community (to “breeders”, a.k.a. heterosexuals) and ruins any chances of a widespread acceptance – not to mention the shallow-minded bigots that think that they are without fault.

Almost forgot: Spring Awakening is coming to Gainesville! I am so freaking excited! It’s going to be amazing – and I’m so pissed that I forgot about the Producers (what with my trip to California and all) and missed it! What’s up with that? Ugh! I’ve seen the Gene Wilder version of the movie “The Producers” and loved it, but would absolutely die at the chance to be able to see it via live performance.

In other news, Step Up 3 3D was phenomenal. An orgasm for all of the senses – the rhythm, dancing, and not to mention the shirtless men – it was by far the best of the three. I would recommend seeing this movie even if you don’t see it in 3D, it is well worth the time and money.

Day 10:

Dear Chad,

Oh, where to begin? The seemingly most cliché place would be at the beginning I suppose, so why not?

Well, whenever I first found out that we were on the same “team” I was more than excited even though I was still locked away safely in the comfort of my closet – it was comforting and exciting to know that I had a cousin – family – that I could relate to and potentially be able to discuss things with and talk to about so many different feelings and thoughts that were wreaking havoc on my poor mind.

Eventually I slowly began bursting from the confines of said closet and emerging into a world of bigotry, prejudice, and uncertainty – confusion. Sure, I had friends to lean on, though a limited few could I trust to support me and help keep the closet door only partially open! Finally came the time to reveal this long kept secret, although Facebook wasn’t the most tactful way of doing so, I still was able to tell you that I too was gay – hoping that this would form some sort of relationship that had before never existed. I wanted to be able to talk to you and get to know you (and your adorable boyfriend) more and hopefully have someone that I could trust, etc. Not that I don’t trust amazing friends like Sarah or Megan – but it would be nice to have family to talk to – although I have the incredible Jane to talk to… I love her like crazy!

Thanks for everything, I suppose.


Well, that's all for tonight, folks.

Be kind to yourself and others.
This above all: To thine own self be true.

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