words, words, words
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If I begin to detail myself here, will you understand?
P. I am me
Q. I don't always know exactly who that is
R. I am Quaker
S. I like words and playing with them
T. I like genmaicha tea
U. I like the word napkin more than most others
V. I spend time walking my neighborhood
W. I cook rice often
X. I sleep well most every night
Y. I eat large amounts of fruit and vegetables
Z. I munch, sleep, write, create, cook, bike, watch, walk, listen, hope, learn, drink, live, breathe, touch, know, question, taste, copy, read, stare, carry, talk, dance, finger, try.
raisin@gmail.com
albums:
Magnetic Fields: 69 Love Songs
Erasure: I Say, I Say, I Say
Depeche Mode: Black Celebration
The Beach Boys: Pet Sounds
Marvin Gaye: What's Going On?
David Bowie: Hunky Dory
George Michael: Listen without Prejudice
George Gershwin: Porgy and Bess
Yo La Tengo: And Then Nothing Turned Itself Inside Out
songs:
Wild is the Wind: Nina Simone
Come Undone: Duran Duran
Rhapsody on a Theme of Paganini: Rachmaninov
My Funny Valentine: Chet Baker
Feeling Yourself Disintegrate: The Flaming Lips
This Must Be the Place: The Talking Heads
Hyperballad: Bjork
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Thursday, December 04, 2003
if i were a sarcastic man: a Christmas letter to my oh so conservative family:
This year has been one of the better years for me, in terms of accomplishments and victories, making new friends, and growing in my spirit.
It started with a hearing to prove my conscientious objection to the air force, trying to get closer to what Jesus intended, instead of running for God, shopping for God, killing for God, all that wallowing in self-righteousness.
I was pretty alone during the next few months, with my parents hardly talking to me and my grandmother sending me letters about how wrongheaded me and my peaceful ideas were. Thank goodness for my friend's cock who kept visiting to make me feel better.
Then I met this incredible guy through one of those gay personals sites where you show off your chest and lure guys in by sex promises. he turned out to be bigger than i had dreamed and even stood with me as i spoke out against the recent Iraq crusade, that holiest of holies, prounouncing our God is bigger than yours is.
Strangely enough, after sitting out and protesting against this war of personal vengeance, I received my discharge papers and left the air force while they consistently prayed for God to be on their side, somehow forgetting that God loves everyone and not just them.
But what a coming out I had! Out of the air force, fully out of the closet, celebrating and glorifying God with every last drop of me. I was on a radio show and featured in a gay newspaper, all about my air force objection and my homosexuality, my two favorite parts of myself. Even though my boyfriend broke up with me, i found many people to hang out with, as if i were a new man again, freshly gay.
Since then, I've been working for a gay-owned business, writing up anti-war editorials, and even writing news summaries for a gay and lesbian news website. it's all been so fantastic, as if someone's smiling on me. Maybe it's all the hard work, or even just the waiting, patiently, for my time. I'm so glad I can share all this with you. I hope your year has been even better than mine!
1:35 PM
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