Monthly Archive for April, 2005
You’re a little gold key, and you unlock other
people’s hearts. Your kindness and willingness
to be there for those you care about lets
people open up to you knowing they will be
accepted. People will rely on you, but be
careful not to give more than you have.
What sort of key are you and what do you unlock?
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Oh and… Terry was over with Adam and me playing Phase 10. We had some showtunes playing but it wasn’t loud(!!) and some bitch called the po-po on us! The officer asked my name and I told him it was Rufus Wainwright.
Adam and I are going to make bukkake cookies.
You can get your very own Gay Ukrainian Husband!
Would you pick Bogdan? Or maybe Sergey? How about Viktor or Stanislav?
Adam pointed out to me that my Dock says “JEW”. Not on purpose.
In the interest of Living in Harmony this post has been removed.
Sorry folks. Sorry to everyone I pissed off. I know I can be a real asshole sometimes.
And oh yeah, the first Josh saw Victor Yuschenko in Warsaw! How cool is that?
So I had a fun weekend! Saturday afternoon Josh came over from Lansing and we bummed around Downtown GR, then later that night I went out with Angie from store 11 and this guy she likes. We hit Cambridge House and Founders, then about 1am they called it quits so I went down to Diversions for last call. It was Mario’s birthday so I saw him there with Casey and some other friends. We went back to Mario’s place and drank a little more, then I ended up at Casey’s for a little while—saw his new keyboard and he played some Tori Amos songs, which was really cool. Then I walked a mile home.
Oh yeah, Thursday night I met up with this Matt kid I went to high school with. Never had any idea that he was gay, but I found that out a few years ago on new year’s eve. He’s in town for the summer so we’ll probably hang out. I also won a $10 gift certificate for Diversions and 2 passes to Boardwalk Fitness for 2 weeks! I’m pretty excited, especially since it’s been a long winter and I have at least 20 pounds I want to lose. Maybe they’ll rope me in to buying a membership. Maybe I’ll get buff. GRRR!
Oh and another thing, Lansing Josh sent me an email later on that Saturday night… I didn’t get it until Sunday when I was nursing my hangover. Part of it said “I really like you and I think you are a great guy, but please be patient with me. It is better to take things slow anyway and I want to be friends first before anything else might happen.” I’m not sure what that’s supposed to mean… little did I know when I read it that some events would happen and render it irrelevant.
Aside from the “you’re a nice guy, but…” email, Sunday was fantastic. It was so beautiful out I decided I wanted to go to the lakeshore, so I was set to drive to Grand Haven. Adam was talking to Joe while I was making up my mind, so I told Joe to invite him since I’d wanted to meet him for a long time. He agreed, so all we had to do was wait for him to show up.
So Adam, Joe, and I piled in the car and sped out to Grand Haven. I wanted to go Fricano’s but they were closed, so I drove out to the boardwalk to catch the sunrise. Then the three
of us ate at Rosebud, which I had to remind everyone is just a sled.
I decided to take the longish way home and swing down to Holland. On the way there, Adam pulled out his laptop and GPS and tracked our way their. Which was really geeky. By “geeky” I of course mean “really fuckin’ cool”.
We stopped at the Culver’s in Holland but it was just 10pm so they were closed. Adam and I decided we didn’t really need frozen custard anyhow, and we ended up going to the new holland Meijer but it didn’t open until April 12. I took them instead to the old Holland Meijer. Joe and I got Ben & Jerry’s whereas Adam thought he’d try these organic soy ice cream sandwiches, which we knew were going to taste awful but decided to try anyway. They were awful. So I had to feed him some of my Ben & Jerry’s yogurt to get the awful taste out of his mouth. Haha.
It was a great trip. We got back around 11, then Adam thought it best to go home since he had to work at 8am.
Then something unexpected happened.
He invited me over to his place to watch TV until he fell asleep. He also invited Joe, but Joe didn’t hear me when I asked if he was coming (and I had had my Joe dose that day, anyhow) so I went alone. Adam and I decided to watch SLC Punk, which I have always wanted to see but whenever I went to rent it, it was out.
To make a long story short, I ended up spending the night there and I haven’t slept at home since Sunday night.
I think we might be hitting it off. I like him a lot! He surprised me.
On that note—song lyrics!
Rufus Wainwright :: Want One :: Go or Go Ahead
Thank you for this bitter knowledge
Guardian angels who left me stranded
It was worth it, feeling abandoned
Makes one hardened but what has happened to loveYou got me writing lyrics on postcards
Then in the evenings looking at stars
But the brightest of the planets is Mars
Then what has happened to loveSo I will opt for the big white limo
Vanity fairgrounds and rebel angels
You can’t be trusted with feathers so hollow
Your heaven’s invention, steel-eyed vampires of love
You see over me, I’ll never know
What you have shown to other eyes
Go or go ahead and surprise me
Say you’ve lead the way to a mirage
Go or go ahead and just try meNowhere’s now here smelling of junipers
Fell of the hay bales, I’m over the rainbows
But oh, Medusa, kiss me and crucify
This unholy notion of the mythic powers of loveLook in her eyes, look in her eyes
Forget about the ones that are crying
Look in her eyes, look in her eyes
Forget about the ones that are cryingGo or go ahead
Go or go ahead
Go or go ahead
And surprise me
Go or go ahead
Go or go ahead
Go or go ahead
And just try me
Just one more thing: That little ditty down there sounds really mean, but I said it to Joe with lots of sarcasm and love and hungoverness and it just sounded like something I ought to write down.
“I hate you. I hate you so much and you don’t even know. You don’t even know how much hate lives in my heart and calls your name.“
One of the things that’s always kept me going, no matter how uncertain or unfathomable the future seemed to be has always been hope. It’s not capital-letter hope, either—it’s always been small hope. Faith in little possibilities. The big possibilities always seeemed unreachable to me anyhow. But my doubt in big posibility is another post entirely. What’s always kept me going is that small shimmer of hope, that glint of small possibility that maybe might lead into something big.
And there’s something about a full tank of gas to me that just shines of possibility. (Set aside for a moment all your qualms about oil usage and air pollution and traffic deaths.) On one of my less cynical days that full tank of gas represents 350 miles of new experiences, 350 new dreams. It’s 12.5 gallons of possibility just waiting to get used up.
Granted I only let it get down to about 9 gallons, and at $2.50 it’s pretty expensive possibility. But for all that potential, it’s well worth the price.
…Supposedly, since her time, any candidate for the pope undergoes an intimate examination to ensure he is not a woman (or eunuch) in disguise. This involved sitting on a chair which has a hole in the seat. The most junior deacon present then feels under the chair to ensure the new Pope is male: “And in order to demonstrate his worthiness, his testicles are felt by the junior present as testimony of his male sex. When this is found to be so, the person who feels them shouts out in a loud voice testiculos habet (“He has testicles”) And all the clerics reply Deo Gratias (“Thanks be to God”). Then they proceed joyfully to the consecration of the pope-elect” (link)
I like how they have “the most junior deacon present”… way to stick it to the new guy.
Here’s hoping the new pope’s got balls…
