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Laneia reviews Coming Out Erotica from Clies Press and I kinda wanna buy it/borrow it now: “Am I getting sappy about erotica? Should you read this book? Am I ovulating? YES.” Plus, gay men don’t feel…
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GOOD NEWS! Following a meeting with U.N Secretary General Ban Ki-moon, Malawi President Bingu wa Mutharika pardoned the gay couple who had been sentenced to 14 years of jail and hard labor,…
i’ve been reading the entries from your old livejournal and i have to ask how it feels to write about your life and then go back to them years later. is it therapeutic? painful? entertaining? you inspired me to start a blog b/c i’m scared of forgetting.
it’s educational i think. i mean – i’m self conscious. it feels REALLY self-indulgent. but i guess i don’t care. i think it has been therapeutic. because i honestly haven’t looked at my old school livejournals in years – i think mostly it’s embarrassing, but i’ve been really scared? of being embarrassed about something that i used to think or something i used to talk about? for so long. that in a way i feel like, i’m figuring out how i got here. and i hope that the journey is educational to someone else, besides just me, because that’s the idea. there are parts of myself that i’ve lost which i miss. but i think it’s good also, b/c it reminds me of the things that haven’t changed. i’ve been keeping diaries almost daily since I was 3 (before i could write well myself, i would just tell my dad or mom about my day and they’d write it down for me, i have those journals still), and i think tracing back what has stayed the same is the only way i figure out what to do next. god. i’m lying: it’s fucking terrifying.
this is stephen dunn, from his poem “Grudges”
before you know it something’s over.
suddenly someone’s missing at the table.
It’s easy (I know it) for anything to occur
when men feel one way, act another.
if you could visit one of the new seven wonders of the world, which one would it be?
great wall of china hands down, taj mahal close second
29 december 2004: i like you. but i like a lot of people.
i am in love.
with shane from “the l word.”
i haven’t told my boyfriend that i am leaving him for a fictional lesbian.
i might want to tell him when he comes over soon with thai food.
hey so for reasons i’ve yet to figure out really, besides just having a lot of feelings this week, i’ve been expunging my old (mostly private) livejournal onto a new tumblr. my LJ started in ‘01, so it’s taken a while to get to this part. but here we are. the moment.
Seriously this is like watching yourself try to hang out with someone you want to fuck, but can’t, to music.
Since we met in 2006, Haviland Stillwell has objected firmly to skinny jeans. Because of this I myself was prohibited from purchasing skinny jeans and didn’t actually dare to do so until Haviland moved to LA in early 2008. I still only own 2 pairs of skinny jeans for this reason, one of which I stole from Alex. Over the years Haviland has granted exceptions to the rule, saying this person or that person can wear skinny jeans (i am apparently one of those people, but have still been nervous, assuming “she’s just saying that”), but like in general most people look better in jeans with a flare or bootcut. I actually agree.
Today haviland caved and got some fucking skinny jeans HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. I have evidence.