I saw a boy
on the green line
to Heath
in khakis
standing up between cars
knitting
a dark grey hat.

I've never been so attracted to someone in my life.

People don't post enough to livejournal. I am attempting to be the change I wish to see in the world ( Read more... )

I want to write in my livejournal. It would be nice. But lately, I haven't liked anything I have to say. I'm a little sick of my writing style, which I guess is because I haven't read anything inspiring language-wise in a year.

( About the book From Boys to Men )

Yesterday I had had a dream that MC Chris, one of few rappers to rap about Boba Fett [from Star Wars]'s "Vette", and I fell in gay love.

It's nice to know that my subconscious still has a sense of humor.

My head against the Amtrak train window, waiting to reach New York. I suppose it's our train, though I'm not sure why, but it begins blowing its horn. I realize it's to the tune of Jingle Bells ( Read more... )

One of the interesting things that applies mostly to homosexual relationships is the distinction between becoming friends and becoming boy/girlfriends. Most straight men and women don't have many friends of the opposing gender, and even fewer that are not somehow excluded from dating possibilitiy by orientation, relationship status, or being "one ( Read more... )

I crossed campus at 4 am, the sun only steps below the horizon, creeping closer with every thirty-degree breath I took. There was no one around but the rent-a-cops, and between Snell Library and the Green Line I was completely alone in darkness ( Read more... )

I woke up this morning fully clothed and still a little bit drunk. Surrounding our living room table were empty bottles, the DDR mat, playing cards, peanut butter cookies, and about ten bottles of nail polish.

I was going to upload pictures of last night's massage train and this kid Mike hiding underneath the couch (for a while) or me carrying ( Read more... )

I haven't posted in something like two months. What's new with me?

( Long as hell. Summary: A roommate, A wedding, A breakup and NUBiLAGA )

Life has this way of confusing me recently; pulling the carpet out from under my feet, spinning the room around while I am asleep, so that when I wake up nothing is as I left it.

I don't know. I'll post when I have my thoughts in order.