I keep meaning to write an actual entry about what has happened so far this year, but so much has happened that I just can't bring myself to start writing and reflecting on it. Some things are embarrassing, others cause for celebration, and others just the nitty gritty of the moment. I don't want to forget, but at the same time, I wonder if ( Read more... )

I have to be strong.

Working on it.

FUNK. As in, in one.

Happy/Sad, Motivated/Lazy, Sociable/Lonely, In Love/Just Friends, Awake/Asleep.

My friend Joanne, a transgender activist from Boston, came to Kzoo to give her "Transgender 101" presentation, and to my great surprise, the event was a huge success. Naturally, ten minutes before it started, I was standing onstage freaking out because only ten people were in the audience, but that number quickly swelled to 150+. I almost cried ( Read more... )

I keep meaning to update this thing -- so much to write! remember! treasure! -- but I've been tackling a Spanish midterm almost continuously for the last five days. And when I'm not living el romanticismo español, I'm livin' la vida loca. Why do I have to keep my life so full? If it's not class or homework, then it's the gym, campus events, ( Read more... )

I was waiting for traffic to pass so I could cross Stadium when I heard somebody beep at me. I looked up. A man driving by in his SUV angrily pointed at me then made the universal sign for "cock-sucker." By the looks of it, he's had more practice than I have. Thanks, asshole, come do that to my face so I can smash your fucking kneecaps.

Goddamn, I ( Read more... )

Last weekend I went bowling with a few other sexual deviants. I bought a pitcher of PBR, put on the bowling shoes I stole way back in high school, then proceeded to kick ass. I learned how to bowl as a young child, and much like riding a bicycle, bowling remains ingrained in my stance, approach, and release. About half-way through our first game, I ( Read more... )

Apparently, I'm the ideal "K Gay" -- untouchable.

Apparently, everybody knows of me while I know nothing of them.

Apparently, I have seven suitors.

...

I don't know what to say.

I'm profoundly happy and profoundly sad at the same time. Appropriate, I guess, for the end of 2006.

I read the first five Harry Potter books in Spanish / in Spain about a year ago, but I never got around to reading Harry Potter y el Príncipe Mestizo until, oh, a week ago. Like a recovering alcoholic coerced into just one drink at the company Christmas party, I very quickly surrendered to my ravenous addiction. Progress was slow, at first, on ( Read more... )