Monday, January 11, 2010
Maybe we should take a break
Monday, December 21, 2009
Buying the Cow
In an interesting string of events, I've come to realize something that I wouldn't want to be called for in any other situation, ever:
I AM the cow.
The saying goes like this "Who is going to buy the cow, when they get the milk for free?" And I don't even want to start on the connotations of calling myself a free-milk-giving-cow. But I am.
It has always been like that for me, I can't seem to grasp the idea of a relationship going like this: "friends-date-kissing-making out-sex"
And what happens when you kiss a guy you like BEFORE really even... talking to him?
You end up in a FRIENDSHIP, and of course the guy isn't too anxious to get into something more formal, after all, he's getting all the perks with no burden whatsoever, and you wonder why the relationship didn't blossom?
You are the cow, and here, I am the cow. You'd think I learned my lesson the first time, took me 4 months AFTER our first kiss (with many others following) before he accepted our relationship, which is a lot of work gone to waste considering the whole formality of it all lasted exactly 3 months. Recap: 2 months beating around the bush, 3 months of kissing and fondling and angst (that part was only mine) and then, after that, 3 months of a really lousy relationship.
The part that bugs me, is that... even though that happened almost 3 years ago, I can still think of my following relationships or involvements and in all of them (and, frankly, in all before) I've always been a Cow, and I even defend myself with the thought "Well, of course I need to give some milk for free, he needs to know he's going to like me".
I'll be damned if you think there's any good in giving away all you have for free, so please: Don't be a cow.
Thursday, May 14, 2009
We need to talk
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
A Censored Fag
I'm loud, noisy, if there's a chance to be out and proud, I'll take it... And yet, the first time someone actually tries to censor me is not by any of this.
It was all because of my t-shirt.
A friend of mine invited me to hear him play at a public school, he was going to play some reinassance music to a bunch of 3rd to 5th graders.
As I was in a corner of the small auditorium, just sitting and waiting for the kids to show up when my friend comes up to me and tells me I need to change my shirt.
Excuse me?
Apparently, the director of the small consort didn't think I was wearing something appopiate for kids to see and that I needed to change shirts or cover the caption. There was no way I could cover it, flip it? Something, anything, to cover it up. Luckily my friend had changed shirts for the presentation (just to look nicer) and I could use the one he wasn't wearing.
What did it say? "Love Sucks" and it had a broken heart right next to it.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
The apple really doesn't fall that far from the tree
Mom: Look, see that guy over there? He's really handsome.
Fag: What?... Oh, yeah... kind of, I don't really like what he's wearing.
Mom: He has a nice way of walking, I like his attitude.
Fag: Sure, but he's not dressed really well, is he?
Mom: Who cares? Why do you even want him with clothes?