I've been up for hours baring myself to myself and happened to have moments of shared humanity with two of my closest friends, even though I've known they the least well. I feel like a brother among a radical, realistic family: it's liberating, beautiful, and amazing. I can offer hugs and not a suspect glance will present itself, just a pair of ( Read more... )

I am at a point where I know a decision is looming. I will have to make a confident, sharpened declaration about finishing college. Disappointed, angry, confused expressions and thoughts are sure to abound should I decide to quit college, but I have to make an absolute decision. Since the whole UH fiasco, I have become a much darker man. I feel ( Read more... )

This Christmas has been the best Christmas I've ever had. Christmas was not just a good day: it has been a week and three days. I finally went home. After two years away, after missing out on so much with my family, I visited what I now know as my home. I once again feel like I have that both(  mystic and physical place called home. )

Ten weeks ago, I wrote in my journal, this journal. Then, then ten weeks ago, was the time I had held hope my mental, physical, and emotional fatigue would yet earn me the narrative I want to have. My plan was simple. [Notice how the simplicity of this statement produces a brittle, hollow independent clause which calls attention to the plan- a plan ( Read more... )

1) This job is not going to drive me mad. The structure I am erecting will serve me well beyond my last day, even if I have to sue my boss for all the overtime he owes me. To date, it has cleared $1,000 by an additional $17.80 ( Read more... )

Behind, in front ( Read more... )

As everyone who's ready this can see, it's been fucking forever since I've scribed the insanity everyone knows commonly as my(, much like everyone else's,) life ( Read more... )

Living in Houston, with such awesome friends by my side. Within my first six months here, I had a handful of close gay friends- their number has only grown,- and began my period away from school. In six more months, I not only had a job, but I obtained a promotion. I was still finding time for socializing and able to secure another solitary living ( Read more... )

My trip out of Houston has only hours before it begins. I don't know if I want to contain an ounce of the elation I've felt for the past couple of months. This trip represents to- and for- me a grand confrontation of a host of problems and concerns. I don't say this to mean I will- nor even plan to- solve anything. I am simply ready to engage them.

Confrontation appears to be in full swing: social, moral, congitive, religious, and (forever and always) personal. It's become a more comfortable state of existence because I am becoming more aware of the inherent positives confrontation can create. Not everyone mentions, much less acknowledges, that through confrontation dialouge finds its spark ( Read more... )