Come Out Come Out Wherever You Are!

Today is October 11, 2010. National Coming Out Day! Hoo-ray. It's a day when all of those who are hiding a little secret can finally throw open that closet door and yell to the world "I Like wearing paisley pants!". Or you can just casually mention to a friend that you have a date this weekend with someone who happens to be the same sex. You pick. You might be surprised at the reaction you'd get, to either statement. I'd venture a guess that more people would speak ill of your clothing choice than of your date. Unless of course your date is with Prince, in which case the pants would totally work!

Oh it's good to be Gay!

So this weekend is Atlanta Gay Pride 2010. Yes, it's that time of year again. Thousands of my homo brethren and sistren (yes I am now creating words) will descend upon the city to celebrate the fact that they sleep with the same sex. Well, to hear some people talk, that's what Pride is about. But it's really so much more. Yes, I have sex with men. Rather good sex, I might add. Hot, juicy, explos...but I digress. That doesn't mean I think with my genitals. No more so than the average heterosexual male.

For me, being gay and proud means I understand that being gay is just a part of me, not all encompassing in everything I do. Now, before someone gets their Hollister shorts in a knot, I'm not saying there's anything wrong with those that choose to surround themselves with all things gay. I just think they are selling themselves short. I've heard, on numerous occasion, several gay friends turn down invitations to go out with friends because they were going to a 'straight' bar or were afraid they would be the only homo at a party. Newsflash, without the straight people you wouldn't be here. And just because you don't see anyone with the words 'Homo Here' blinking in neon on their foreheads doesn't mean there aren't others there. So suck it up (do a tequila shot if it will help) and go be gay and proud 365 days a year.

My friends aren't my friends because I am gay, they are my friends because I am Timmy. I just happen to like to cuddle up to my boyfriend at night rather than someone with those other parts down there. So I say we all raise a glass and celebrate Pride. Pride in being who you are, gay or straight, male or female. Because in the end, that's getting to the real.

Now if anyone needs me, I'll be sitting on a patio watching the madness unfold. I hope the fact that Pride is in October doesn't keep the speedo-wearing-dancing-mens off the floats on Sunday!

When I Hear Music....

Oh my goodness it's been over a month. Talk about being a slack ass! I have GOt to get better about posting on here. Even if it is just some daily rambling about nothing that is going to change the world. Or who know, maybe it will!

So anyway, I often wonder what it would be like to have a soundtrack to my life. You know, music playing in the background like on TV or in movies. I can't help but giggle every time I hear Il Barbieri di Siviglia, recalling the famous episode of TheBugs Bunny Show that used the well known classical track. And every time I go to the beach and take a dip in the ocean, somewhere in the back of my head I am waiting for the theme from JAWS to start playing, and I promptly decide it is much safer on sand. Of course, given my life and the often crazy and totally unpredictable things that happen, I'd be more likely to have 'I kissed a Girl' by Katy Perry play after I finally broke down and gave a dear friend of mine a smooch for her 4oth birthday. (Sidebar: We've known each other for years and she's always laughed at the fact that I have never so much as kissed a female, 100% homo here.) I can imagine driving around Midtown on a sunny afternoon with the WeatherGirls serenading my every move (bonus points if you know what song I'm talking about; it's not that difficult!). Or 'Crazy Possessive' by Kaci Battaglia playing when I have to kill someone for hitting on my boyfriend even though they know he's taken. Oddly enough, I have a feeling that Rob Zombie and Nine Inch Nails (and yes, this one is exactly the song you are thinking about!) would play a much larger portion of the soundtrack than expected.

Now, if anyone needs me, I'll be searching iTunes for something to play in the background for a rather unpleasant meeting I will be having later this week. Perhaps something from The Trammps (last chance to take a guess which song!)....

Vacation All I ever Needed?

So I came down to Hilton Head for a long weekend to visit my mother. Was planning a nice calm, relaxing weekend. Of course that is NOT going to happen. Both of my nieces and my nephew are here, as well as my younger sister whose husband is flying in this afternoon. And if that weren't enough people in one house, my other sister and her husband are driving in as well this evening. 6 adults and three kids under the age of 8 doesn't exactly scream vacation. I'm trying to make the best of it; I got a couple of hours to myself this afternoon to go lay on the beach. Don't get me wrong, I love my family to death. But this many kids in one house is a perfect advertisement for birth control. And since I am the only one that doesn't have kids, I usually end up being the one that has to take care of them all. A couple of hours in the pool, 'Icarly' playing non-stop on the television, countless games of I Spy, and I've only been here 22 hours. Really? Much to my mother's chagrin, this is not doing anything to convince me that I need to have one of these things of my own. I'm going to find a nice 14 or 15 year old that needs a home should I ever decide to adopt. They can entertain themselves and there are no stinky diapers involved.

Ok, rant over. If you need me, I'll playing 'fort' in the living room.

Moving Right Along...

So things seem to be progressing rather well with the new man in my life. No complaints at all so far. Yes, we've had disagreements and such, but at the end of everyday we look each other in the eye and everything is ok. Ain't romance grand??

On a completely separate note, I've been on a Twitter rampage lately. I've had a Twitter account for a while, just never really used it. I got on board the Facebook train a couple of years ago and was hooked. Didn't really give Twitter a chance. But I've recently discovered a whole new world of people out there who are willing to listen to my incessant rants. I'm making a conscious effort to tweet about things other than what I post about on Facebook. Sure, I'm doing some shameless plugging on Facebook, trying to get more followers on Twitter, but it's all good stuff. I find that I can be a little more...um...direct on Twitter than on Facebook. I just dropped the F-word three times on Twitter in one tweet. If I did that on Facebook I'd be reprimanded from all kinds of folks. Not to mention the fact that my mother recently sent me a friend request on Facebook. Not that I have accepted it. Hell, I am quite sure she hasn't even been on the damn thing since the day my evil younger sister set up the account. But lord knows that if and when I DO accept her a s a friend on there, I could never post some of the stuff I Tweet about. Mothers just shouldn't be exposed to such things. LOL

Now, if anyone needs me, I'll be tweeting about more random stuff shortly. So follow me!

I'm Baaaaaaaaaaaack! (with a vengeance)

Ok so I know I've said this a couple of times before. It's been a really long time since I've blogged. I have GOT to do better. Starting today.

Just a quick update before we get to the real business. I'm working again, part-time, at another studio. And wow, what a difference it makes when you work for someone with ethics and morals. The energy and attitude here is amazing, and I can't believe that I ever stooped so low by working for that other place. And ever since I have been here, more and more of my faithful students have made the cross over. It's like a journey from the dark side. Run to the light, Carol Anne!

I've recently started running (more than just training for sprint triathlons) and really enjoying it. I bought a new pair of shoes and it turns out that they are the Nike's that you can put their little sensor in. So now I can track how far I run, calories, time. etc. Which has all of the sudden motivated me to run more. Part of the reason I have always hated running is that I feel like I'm just running for no purpose. Now I set a goal for every run, be it distance or time. And I'm actually signed up for a a couple or races this Fall. I've already run two this year, so go me!

And, I've recently started dating a wonderful man. Kind of caught me off guard. You know that old adage, you find it when you aren't looking for it. Well that's apparently what happened here. In no way was I looking for or expecting to meet someone like him. and blam! There he was. So far things are going great. No drama, just good chemistry. We compliment each other well. Not to mention that he is hot like fire and his eyes make my knees weak. =)

Of course there are haters. I changed my Facebook status to say that I was in a relationship. For the most part, my friends have been supportive. But you know how queens can be. Several of them have said 'It'll never last' or 'You can do better' or even 'Keep on looking'. Mind you, none of them actually know the guy I am dating. They have based their comments solely on a picture of us that I posted on Facebook. Really? Never mind the fact that every one of them is eternally single and will sleep with anything on two legs with a penis, real or 'realistic and flesh-like'. And the one that's been the most hateful has never had a long term relationship. His idea of a relationship is a f*ckbuddy who will hit him from the back on the regular. Enough said.

So hater be damned. I'm happy, he's happy. That's all the matters in the end, right? Now, if anyone needs me, I need to find a recipe for a chocolate dessert that is going to make him want to do unspeakable things! =)