Sunday, August 28, 2005

"Where have I been?!"

"Out of my brain on the 5:15!" (Guess the song lyric, budddies!)

So long time, no postee.

Sometimes life takes very swift turns.

My mom informed my dad that he has to move upstate with my brother, or she would get a lawyer. She is going to come home, which will be nice, and then she and I will be spending about six months or so getting the house (the house I've lived all my life in, the house my dad's lived in for 50 years) in shape to sell.

They are going to split things two ways, and apparently help me get some kind of place on my own, etc, til I can get on my feet or whatever. Or maybe she is going to buy a place and let me have a room, I don't know. As far as my own financial situation, money will be tight. The bail bonds office that I was working at turned out to be a bust. I worked there for about three weeks and the lady went psycho on me. I was too embarrassed to say it here. I have recently been doing house/pet sitting for friends and made a fair amount of $$$ that way, but I am hitting the job trail with even more earnest than I was before.

On that score, I recently had a very positive interview experience with Barnes & Noble. I am going to try to parley my four years of experience in various bookstores into a full time position at the new store opening up near my home. So I was at this job interview, and the guy was going around the room talking to people and while he was talking to me the woman who he'd just talked to leaned over and told him that I'd helped her and her daughter find books at the bookstore that I'd last worked at, and apparently I'd sent her on her way a very happy customer. I should possibly find out if I have the job sometime this week.

One of the upshots of all of this is that I won't be able to do the thing I've been talking about recently. I will have to spend all my time helping my mom or working. At the very least that means, with the exeption of private studying on my own, the other thing will have to go on the very back burner until my life is stable enough to take another stab at it in a year or two.

My mom and I usually get along pretty good, but with her Capricornian control-freak issues, I may wind up feeling like killing her, who knows. Keep on the lookout for some very interesting "venting" posts on that topic.

Tuesday, August 09, 2005

Why Kathy Griffin is just cool:

Kathy Griffin's husband: "Where are we going again?"

Kathy Griffin: "Some bullshit Kabbalah party!"

She's definitely D-List. She's no Madonna. (Did I ever tell you guys that I really hate Madonna? I do.)

Who Am I?

I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.

I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.

I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.

We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.

I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.

I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.

I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.

I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.

We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.

I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.

I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.

I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.

I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.

I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.

I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn’t have to always deal with society hating me.

I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.

I am the adolescent boy who committed suicide because my priest told me I would be better off dead than a sinner.

I am another adolescent boy who was molested for years by the another priest who all the while told me God hates homosexuals, but I never mentioned it because he convinced me it was my fault.

I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.

Repost this if you believe homophobia is wrong.