June 2006

The Anti-Gay Agenda

I'm finally getting over a cold (which turned out to be strepp). It's been a week since I've had any energy. And worst of all is this darned sickness kept me out of what could have been on the gayest events of my life to date: Gay Pride in San Francisco. That's right. I didn't get to crowd with the masses to gawk at the Perpetual Sisters of Indulgence or the flocks of men in dresses or the hoards of overweight men without much of anything on at all or even the women who'll kick your ass as soon as look at you. And sadly no wild crazy dance parties with far too effeminate boys hardly old enough to make it in the bar. That's right. I missed all that queer goodness due to a little cold. Pity me.

Acme Disaster

Feel Like a Petrie Dish

This whole triple digit heat outside and 24-7 a/c cooled inside existence is evidently sending my Alaskan blood into shock. I've been fighting a cold since last Thursday. My routine of vitamin C, herbs, zinc, tons of fluids and rest has kept the symptoms from getting too severe, but I'm still wiped out and not getting over it. Having a cold when it's over 100° outside just seems wrong.

Ready for My Close Up

Yours truely in the Balboa Park Botanical Building in San Diego.

Chat Addiction Moment #421

damon: um... you hang out with my sister (re: embarassment in public)

steve: Your sister is in Fairbanks, that's a long way to be embarassing by.
steve: And besides, when she's in town, I don't go anywhere with her where people might know me.

damon: Ah, smart man. I had to move to CA to avoid the embarassment.

steve: I often wondered if that were the case.
steve: She talks about how much fun the two of you have in public, but I knew she wasn't telling the whole truth.

damon: Nah. That whole laughing my ass off until my sides hurt thing... it was a mask for the pain I felt inside.

The Tales We Spin

I Don't Think We're in Kansas Anymore

At 5:30am it was 86°F. Any guesses how hot it will be at, say, 2pm?

Roasted Weiner

My next camping trip will definitely require this gadget for my roasting amusement.

Weekend Getaway

My first free weekend in quite some time and I went to San Diego. Yay me! In fact, I don't get back from SD until Monday night. It's been so amazing to get away and to explore a new part of the state. It's been just the refreshment and processing time that I needed.

Great Divide

Bejeweled

Sugar Therapy

This musical is behind me and suddenly I find that all that lovely grieving which has been coming in fits and starts since I moved into my own place has turned into full seizures of blissful anxiety and depression. Today I actually started to calculate how many Subway chocolate chip cookies I could purchase with the money I got from the musical. Let's just say that in the end I decided that I simply wouldn't have a place to put those 8,604 cookies.

Give Me Liberty (or Give Me Death by Grande Soy Chai Tea with white chocolate)

I've finally kissed Kate goodbye for the last time. We had our final performance yesterday which went awesomely. There was tons of bonding with the cast on the final day which was great as well. Even more great... I got paid and am now rolling in virtual dough (virtual because it's naturally already been spent 10 times over). And maybe even better than virtual money is the fact that I have weekends free once more. This weekend's fun... exploring San Diego. In fact it'll be several weekends down the road until I actually don't have plans. Me thinks I was ever so slightly missing my personal time.

So now all I have to deal with is a full-time job, two part-time jobs and my ever budding social life. Perhaps I might even do something crazy like start getting full nights of sleep again. But then again, I don't want to go overboard with my new found freedom.

Chloe's Sanctuary

Now there's a beach bum who truely loves his dog.

Golden Gate

The view from Baker's Beach in San Francisco.

Like Shaving with Barbed Wire

You know how painful it can be to watch someone on stage who can't act, can't remember their lines and frequently messes up their songs? Well, imagine seeing this performance 16 times (not to mention the countless rehearsals prior to that). It's a joy I tell you. A pure and utter joy.

Self Therapy Moment #893

The snafu with being such a passionate, emotional son-of-a-gun is that I feel the pains as potently as I feel the joys. The losses move me as deeply as the exciting beginnings. But the intensity I feel in the throws of depression also translate into times of intense love, pleasure and hope. I don't regret moving down here and loving so deeply. I am honestly a better person thanks to this special person I moved to be with. Now I'll move into yet another chapter of my life and look for the blessings that brings. This isn't me trying to find some silver lining on a dank, dreary cloud, but an appreciation of what was gained in the midst of mourning what is lost.

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