12.27.09, early

I've demolished the idea of having a sleeping pattern. Some days I'm lucky to grab a few hours. Others, like today, I sleep 16 hours straight, without stirring once. Either I have a disorder, or I'm incredibly lazy. Naturally, I'd like to blame a disorder.

Schloemer xmas tomorrow in Geneva, starts at noon. As of now, It's still snowing, and the roads were quite slippery tonight when I came home. Hopefully I wont end up in a ditch with my family.

I've had my new laptop for three days and I have Ten days worth of music on it. I wasn't able to download my old iTunes purchases. Which irritates me, being as i bought them. Dear iTunes, you suck. Revise your policy.

I passed my Med Aide class. Need to complete a few more clinical hours and then I'll be done and certified. It remains a nice promotion.

The apartment is a horrendous mess. I'm going to force myself to clean here soon, probably. Maybe.

It's impossible for me to string together a coherent thought longer than two or three sentences, so I'll stop now. Folding laundry and working on kicking this cold's ass. Hopefully to Iowa City soon. Need a recharge.

Sex, Love, and Fucking

Sex isn't just sweat and an exchange of fluids. Sex can mean so much more, or sensationally, so much less.

Sex can mean hello. Fiercely fast and unemotional. Dripping with curiosity and the fervor of discovery.
Sex can mean goodbye. One last shot at holding on to ten years of devotion. Silence breaking in where screams once stood. Ten thousand paper cuts bleeding out painfully.
Sex can mean I love you. A tooth paste kiss leading to me mounting you on the sink. Your head banging against the mirror, legs wrapped around Me. Hungrily clinging to one another in mad passion that only thought can describe. Your arms needing to hold Me, while my lips must melt into yours.
Sex can mean red hot critical mass. Up like a redwood lasting for hours. Coming once, twice, then three times until you collapse, thoroughly spent and tired. Falling asleep with him still inside you.
Sex can be inappropriate. Vigorous fear of being found out. Knowing what feels right is wrong. If only for the moment, letting yourself go with tactile abandon with the rush of hormonal adrenaline. Forgetting that you are fucking yourself rather than truck number ten thousand.
Sex can remind you that you're alive. When hands flush and tingle. Fingertips igniting sparks on skin that erupt into uncontrollable flames.a forest fire as hot as hell telling you that today is all there is. That this world is too much to worry about how you're surviving in it.
Sex can be a declaration. Announcing to yourself and the great wide universe that you'll do whatever the fuck you want, when you want to do it. Forget 'em if they can't handle our kind. Leaving the deniers behind to forge a brave new existence.
Sex can be a dire contradiction. Grinding unabashedly on one thinking of another. The question of who you came across the one in your bed or the one in your head. Haunting you stiffly.

Life's problems, like good soup, always better the second day

If you want him
Go and find him
Tell him he's your only need
Be the boy he needs to play with
Be the man he longs to hold
If in your heart
You start to find
He is always on your mind
It won't be long 'till you feel
What the night has to reveal
Men will run from one to the next
Without crying, remorse,or regrets
We build up walls to guard our hearts
Telling ourselves, "you're being so smart"
But safe don't make for a very good scene
If the only one watching your ass
Is the mirror
Those border lines are getting much clearer
So you stray away
From your fake feeling path
Say you yourself there's no going back
You're on this track
There's a hard line
Between love and fucking
Trying to prove
What exactly is a mystery
Best left to the gods


"I'm dreaming
So come inside
Welcome to my
Filthy mind"

Beautiful Disaster

I'm not pretty like your last boyfriend
And I'm not clever like the one before him
I've got my flaws you say you love them all
And when I can tell you're lying you smile like a creepy doll

Please don't be awkward when we break up
I'm sure the next boy will be a "great fuck"
We've cut each other so deep we'll bleed for the rest of our lives
The truths in the cards and we weren't meant to be wives

The next boy could be the diamond you need
Strong, unbending, easy to read
But what's the fun in knowing the future
When you break the skin you still need a suture

Our arrangement isn't for the faint of heart
Because sometimes when we sing you forget your part
I'll compensate, elaborate, and concentrate
I think I'd get the same rise if I masturbate

The good, the bad, and the gay

Recently I've been trying to be more aware of my surroundings, where I am in life, and how I can get where I want to go without losing my mind. A lot of really shitty things have happened recently.
1. I herniated two fibrocartilage discs in my back lifting a resident off the floor at work. It really hurts, more so because the herniations are pushing on my sciatic nerve, which means that the entirety of my right leg is in agony a lot. My surgeon wants to do surgery (haha) but as I can't afford it at the moment, I'm stuck living with the pain. The 10 daily percocet that i've been taking to stifle the white hot anger in my body are starting to no longer have an affect. Which means not only is my back broken, but i'm developing a dependency on opiates. *start the ziggy marley song*

2. I'm starting to fall off the cliff again on my school work. I'm pretty caught up, and really am trying to force myself to do it, but it's so dilly-damn difficult. Problem is, I can't pinpoint why i have such a problem focusing and getting myself to do the work. I don't think i have any more ADD than the next boy, but it becoming an ever more present possibility.

3. Today the front bumper fell off my car, Wilma. Thankfully my little brother is much more mechanical than I am, and he was able to secure it back on with zip-ties. Love my brudder.

4. Somebody teach me how to save money. I don't have that many things, I don't spend it on prostitutes, but somehow it seems to disappear faster than America's Next Top Model.

5. My Cable got shut off today because I couldn't pay the bill, which means that I'll miss my shows for at least another week, probably more. What ever will i do without the Real Housewives of New York City?

I'm not bitching, as much as I'm trying to find perspective and be okay with my current situation. A good Lesbi-friend of mine once told me that "The Universe's objective is to keep you down and make you feel pain. Only by being one resiliant mother fucker can you get that bitch off your back."

There are still good things in my days for me to focus on. I just need to make it a point to focus on them.

1. I'm still employed.
2. I have very good people only a phone call away
3. I still get to be in the know regarding gayopolis.
4. Between a class and a Lab today I was rummaging through a box of old college things. I found a present that a great friend gave me a couple years back. It's a keep-sake box with pictures of a group of friends and myself all over it. I smiled for hours on that one.

Also, It's legal for the faeries and the butches to get married now. How wonderful!
I can only hope that it doesn't get stripped away from us. This is victim-ish speech, i know, but the truth of the matter is, it can so easily be turned upside down, that I fear it's going to take even more work than it took to get the case heard, to keep our rights.
And come on, Legalizing same-sex marriage is one of the brightest things that Iowa can do. Most people think that Iowa is a bunch of red-neck hillbillies driving 'round in their ford pick up trucks wrustlin' hogs and growin' corn. If there's an in-pour of Queer into this state, we could be put on the map. There's lots of land for beautiful houses, Huge potential for pottery barn, and Lord knows Iowans like to eat, restaurants!

I really do have to get back to work, lots of things due for the online classes.

In closing, Queers: Come to the corn state and get yurself hitched up right and proper
Universe: be nicer to me, i'm in a fragile state
I also need help with what to do with my hair.

The Pond

Vulnerable and permeable
floating on a pond of loneliness
me and all the other undesired fools
we feel sorry for one another
but, we're never able to see each other
it's true and cruel, to never know the rules
be advised
I'm not trying to say
that I know anymore today
than you or her
that bused slut that you chose over me
so I'll just say what I need to say
starting now, i feel cold again
I'll start rebuilding these walls
and you won't feel the pain
like I do every day
it never goes away like a switch
you turn on and off i have two extremes:
Happy
In love
or sad
and floating on that pond
of loneliness and heart break
Where you cry yourself to sleep
I'm alone at night
I need to hear you breathe
just call me
So I can hear you breathe
give me one last night of sleep
remember when I'd be so damn dog tired you'd meet me at my door
Like no one before, I'd tell you today
our nights helped me get through the day
That's what I'll miss the most
no one knows I'm sleeping with your ghost

When the day comes
and the sun shines, too bright for my red eyes
i get up, and start up, move right through my day
for a moment, you stand in my way
But another man
with chocolate hands
folds me up, rolls me out.
For one night, I don't float on
that pond of lonely people
where I hide my pain
I'm relearning my worth, and I hope that you know:
that busted-ass ho of a piece of strange tranny-trick
you picked over me
is carrying baggage, stank, and STDs
bitch prob'ly has fleas in that cheap Wal*Mart Weave
not to mention the ghono-syphi-herpl-aids she got goin' on
I guarantee yo' ass she finna inflict change on ya
I bet she gon' fire on ev'ry detail
readin' yo fucked up ass from top to
motha' fuckin bottom!
You think she gon' feel it when you cry?
Think she finna' bring you a tissue?
No, No baby boy, she gon' take issue
when you come home high
lookin' to get 'tween her cottage cheese thighs
you ain't gettin' past the gate
and that's when you flip through the cell phone
and call up nate
Thinking Its gonna be on
well, honey, I'm floatin' on a sea of Lonely
and your black ass can't swim!

Sectioned understanding

I used to smile
be full of life
laugh often and loud
i was surrounded by people
now I'm tethered to a dock
bobbing in the water
tied up by an unknown
that tastes terrible
like a deutsch children's show
written by a latina
my scenes are disjointed
and difficult to watch
i sweat for the oldies
i struggle through advancement
and battle my demons
things aren't so different now
i just used to smile

10 to 1 he wants to be your friend
and chances are he'll leave you in the end
when he does
I guess I'll be here
Because it doesn't appear I've anywhere to go
He looks at the world in a different way
and i bet you think you'll see better days
open up your eyes child
See whats in front of your face
If you want to surround yourself in glory
someones gotta train you for the race
Do you think he'll wonder where you are at night
and when your not home will he sleep at all
You know I fell hard
and I remember what you said
but I'm afraid I missed my chance
because of all the things I hadn't said
We would have been a great team
like none our time had seen
though with heart and fire and strength
A Capitan Planet of Power Couples.
I hope sludge gets dumped on your house

Bring me down to size
make me feel alive
argue with me till i admit it and see your point
you're adorable when fired up
it's the only reason i still piss with you
well that,
and I've been writing this set of letters
in linear form
but in no particular form at all
both because I'm lazy
plus, it allows me to use my voice
to let myself have bad days still
and not entirely fall apart
so here's to you
and your demanding that I own my shit
Here's to you and your damned attitudes
Nothing can just be
everything must be dissected, understood
too bad we can't all be like you
some of us must feel this world
in attempt to interpret it
non-scientific, I admit
but worth a fine argument.

Up up and away

Cuz I toss, and I turn, and it doesn't feel right

I'm removing myself from your situation
And standing my ground
It'll Be hard without the infatuation
When your skin tight jeans come around
You drive all the boys crazy
And all the men wild
But does your heart have what it needs
Or will you stay pretty and mild?
It's not about your character
As if to convince yourself
It's all about your situation
As if there wasn't another time
When you could have chosen the life that follows the line
But even that doesn't connect
Bringing up the past is supposed to hurt when it's broken
But there's no pain
Maybe this is what I'm supposed to know
That in order to help you
My light has to fade to a glow
In order to manipulate a situation in such a way that a person will not die
I
Have to step back, think only of them
Grow from a shining leo to a dim glow
And yes, it is a growth to downgrade
And that growth is something I struggle with every day of my life
But when it is required of me
It comes naturally, effortlessly.
It's the easiest time I don't focus on me
So in the natural order of things, I don't believe we fit
But the severity of this problem isn't nearly as concrete
I will never be able to run from you
Even though we don't fit, we're two corner pieces
And they'll always start with us
And we'll always act as if we didn't know
I'm done darling
I can't lie about it anymore.
So I'm admitting it to myself
And cutting off my corner.
Mwah!

let's pretend

A teensy part of something i'm working on. eventually i'll put lots of life stages in it, i think. maybe.
love


"Let me pretend that you're my boyfriend
As long as you're in my bed, I can play with you in my head"
For as long as you're here
We've got more than one night, we've got forever.
This is our story

I'll ask you to move in with me on a Saturday night in august
I'll sing you a song about how much I love you and how much I want to share all of my life with you.
It will rhyme and describe you with affluent adjectives
You'll laugh, tell me how ridiculous I am, We'll fall to the ground kissing
You won't answer my question till the next morning
Because you had to think about it
You're damaged like that
I understand this, and you, being compelled by my overwhelming amount of understanding, will accept
Our first real fight will be over taking the dogs out
Your dog will constantly beat up my dog
Knowing it's not your fault, I'll bring it up anyway
I don't know why
:I'll leave angry
Clear my thoughts and come back
We'll say sorry
I'll cry and you'll tell me I'm the girl in the relationship
We wont have sex for…
Six hours

"Keep going," he said as he laid his hand on my chest
We'll have a wedding, swearing that it's not a wedding
Or a political statement
I'll dance with your mom
She'll threaten my life should I break your heart
And insist that she knows exactly how to dispose of my body
Then she'll have more Jose
Your sister will drink far too much
Forgetting her two screaming children and husband
While I hold her hair in the bathroom
She'll like me then

We're thinking of adopting someday
Probably a little Chinese girl
We'll name her after our mothers
A lesbian named SkyGrass or MoonTulip or something similar will be our surrogate
We'll move to a home with a front and back yard.
We'll fret over choosing an appropriate pre-school
We'll search out schools that claim to understand the 'body method'
We'll insist that our daughter is just as amazing in her own right as every child is
No less, no more
But then go on and on about her budding affinity for classical music

The first sleep over will be a nightmare
Her friends parents wont allow their daughter to spend the night in a gay men's house
She wont understand this
We wont know how to explain it
We'll call our parents to figure out how
And still won't be able to
We'll go on a Rosie Cruise from New York to Florida to show her how great gays are
A lesbian will inform us that she'll totally grow up to be a butch
We spend the rest of the cruise fighting about not putting her in enough pink when she was a baby

what it is to have want

I can't flow today
My muses gone
I can't seem to tell the stories in my head
They're there in memories and observations
But I can't put them down right
Or right enough for me

I have no technique
I don't know if this is writer's block
Or a lack of inspiration
Or lack of internet

Classes started two weeks ago and it feels really weird not going to school
Lots of people keep texting me
I forget that they don't know
I haven't made an official facebook announcement
Nate is feeling awkward about taking a semester off

I miss college sometimes
And then remember how much I hated it
And dread going back in January
I'll be an RN in a little over two years hopefully
I'll be getting' good money made
But I'm still hoping to work back into the "movement" soon

I can't explain how much of an impact it's had on me
It defined my growth for the past three years.
More than that, it defined my social networks
I regret that part the most I think
Too many broken hearts because of business driving pleasure

I had a good cry about it a while ago.
At the time, I felt that the root of my problem extended from the people I surrounded myself with
They weren't people of my nature.
I was wrong, because they were attracted to the flashing lights just like I was
We just had different ways of getting there
And tried to mix them together
With booze, hard music, and fast living
Christ we were fabulous

It wasn't really the people I associated with
It was more about the way in which I associated with them.
I shouldn't have been so quick to become so close
The task now is
How not to let that have a strong effect on my future relationships.
The question becomes how to do that
And the test will be if I can be hurt again

quick library update

This keyboard is really fucking loud.
like, it won't let me type softly

I miss this blog a lot, will be writing more soon.
lots of things to say.



Love,
me

Written on 4-20

You sing beautifully without opening your mouth
I feel that's best
because you can't sing.
I remember watching you on stage
calling out to each and every girl
letting them think they could have you
Knowing that it wasn't you
but your song that they wanted so much

I'm like the moon
I'm beautiful
Some people think I'm made of cheese
Some people believe there's a man in here

But like the moon
I only reflect light
I have none of my own to give
I draw on your energies to light myself up
you do light me up

But I've been living my life as a Star
I've been pretending
for too long now
that I can generate all my own light
That I can burn bright
Warming the faces of people that watch me from afar
but burning those that get too close to my atmosphere

I'm putting this in the most awkward of places
I know it's because I want people to read it
all my life I've only ever wanted to be seen

You saw me
and continue to shine your light on me
Some would argue that I illuminate many things
but I know it's because of you
and because of the people you have around you

They're not my friends
but they're nice to me
I'm pretty sure I annoy them
But because of you
they let me stay

Letting me be me is the sweetest thing you've done
and you did it unselfishly
I can't repay that
The mask I wear of my own choosing
is proving to be harder to take off
than i previously anticipated
but you promised me I could take it off

You reintroduced me to my favorite drug
You brought me music and kisses
and got everyone around you to think that I was special

As long as you'll let me orbit
I'll be your moon
Please don't let me run away
because I've never felt as alive as I do when I'm with you