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Booyah Bitches!  California now the 6th state allowing gay marriage!  They begin August 18th!!!!!!!

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Yes, Mama said there would be days like this.  Granted, in this case, it’s not the wedding bells that are calling everyone but me, but it’s a myriad of other adult like things that have happened that have made huge waves in my adult life.  Let’s explore what my past 48 hours of life have been like.  In no particular order:

  1. I found out briefly I had my job cut at work due to the economy, DEATH KNELL, and spent a period of 30 terrifying seconds without employment.  I can definitely say this wasn’t fun.
  2. I then found out I was absorbed by another branch of my company doing something completely different.  Reprieve, thank you jebus.
  3. There is a very good chance I will have a pay cut.  I think it is also safe to say that I will be overworked and under paid.  Mantra: At least I have a job.  At least I have a job. At least I have a job.
  4. Because my world tilted wildly out of control I ended up renting a car for Friday to drive to Cleveland with a friend in the hopes of purchasing tickets for the Sharon Jones and the Dap Kings concert at the Rock n’ Roll Hall of Fame.  Bad decision or adventure?  I’m going to go with adventure.
  5. I used the word orgasms in scrabble yesterday resulting in a bingo on a triple word score giving me 87 points on one word.  I was embarrassed saying the word in front of the older woman I was playing with.
  6. I had a cupcake for dinner last night.
  7. On my way to work I thought I saw a construction worker lugging a big iron cross alongside the airport in a construction zone.  What it turned out I saw was a guy lugging a wooden cross simulating Jesus carrying his cross.  You know people do this to signify Jesus’ walk to his crucifixion and the pain of carrying his cross.  The difference with this guy was that his cross had a wheel affixed to the bottom of it making his cross bearing MUCH easier to carry.  (*include eye rolls and an air of sarcasm with this one*).
  8. I’ve decided that tomorrow I will attend a meeting to learn how to ref the women’s roller derby team being created in Erie.
  9. I have terrific acid indigestion.

 

Being an adult is hard and practically losing your job is super scary.

The Shirelles are ssssoooo right!

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I’m a little late to the party but the overturning of Prop 8 is AMAZING!  I can barely contain how I feel about this!

“Proposition 8 fails to advance any rational basis in singling out gay men and lesbians for denial of a marriage license.  Indeed, the evidence shows Proposition 8 does nothing more than enshrine in the California Constitution the notion that opposite-sex couples are superior to same-sex couples.”

There is only one word for this (well I can think of a lot because this is AMAZING NEWS) is validation.  It validates who we are as individuals.  Looking back at my journey (which is still in process) in life and being gay I like to think I do a pretty good job at ignoring the negative views against the gay community.  When I first came out of the closet I remember mentally telling myself that life would not always be kind; that I was a minority, and while there are people out there that support who I am and being gay and will love me even if I am gay, there is a  population out there that are hateful and hurtful.  There are people out there willing to physically harm me because they believe they are superior to who I am because of who I love and have sex with.  I had to remind myself that there is also verbal and mental abuse that comes with being a minority too.  Thankfully, there has never been any physical abuse, but the verbal and mental abuse runs abundantly.  I/we work hard to avoid and not listen to these verbal and mental attacks from people and I like to think I’ve weathered the storm decently.  But, I realized that after a while those verbal attacks wear on you unconsciously.  Do you know what it feels like to be called a sinner, to be told you’re going to hell, to be compared with bestiality and pedophilia?  You spend so much time trying to avoid and not listen to those comparisons and unconsciously they stick with you.  It’s hurtful and still harm.  It’s exhausting to hear and wears you down.   Sticks and stones can break my bones and names do hurt me. 

This ruling helps validate who we are and what that we deserve the same decent rights as anyone else.  We are not asking for special privileges.  We are asking for the same privileges that our straight counter parts have.  This ruling also states very clearly to those vicious individuals out there full of hate and verbal abuse that while they can get away with their vile language and messages of hate we will not stand by and take the abuse.  The tides are beginning to change and they will continue to change in the future!

It’s a good day to be gay!  Here’s one more link for you!

Full ruling here!

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Okay so let’s discuss friends for a moment. A teacher once said to me in class that if we left high school and remained friends with one person then we were exceptionally lucky and that we would probably have that friend for the remainder of our lives. I am lucky to count myself one of those few who have one of those friends. I’ve been out of high school for just shy of a decade and I have the very best friend a boy could want. A right hand woman if you will. You heard me mention her in my last post regarding her hot sausage recipe. I’m lucky to count MJ as one of my very best friends.

Considering the town I grew up in was entirely too small for my well being it was inevitable that kids end up in the same preschools and daycares and eventually go to high school together. I met MJ in preschool and it has been friendship ever since. I think our defining moment in our friendship, or at least she would reference, would be when I grabbed her hand during song time in preschool and we were subsequently forced to sit down and put our heads down. Apparently, holding your BFF’s hand during a song was a huge no no and I inadvertently got an innocent MJ in trouble. From that point on she’s been stuck with me  (please let’s not even bring up the cream cheese and trampoline story…that post is for another time!)

 We managed to be together in private school until second grade when my Mother destroyed my world and sent me to public school (which I ended up loving). And through the ebb and flow of life we ended up in high school together, and in all our awkward high school glory ended up playing in marching band together…only further cementing our friendship. If you didn’t do high school marching band you may never know how friendships develop in such I crazy/weird environment.

We spent many a high school events together; we grew up together, and eventually went to college (not together:(). I contribute my less than stellar ability to keep my lustful throes at a minimum for when we left for college she gave a piece of painted ceramic that told me to “roll in the sand.” I have subsequently done so and I still have the ceramic piece displayed on one of my bookshelves. Over the years we grew as adults. Her freshman year of college she found the boy she wanted to spend the rest of her life with and last summer was married to him. She was the first person I came out to. We became each other’s confidants. When we get to see each other we drink hard Shirley Temples, smoke cigars, and watch “You Drive Me Crazy.” She listens to me, lets me know when I am going crazy, and is a wonderful person. She just gets me! I’m a lucky boy to have her! So this post is for her; MJ, I’ll see you the first week of September!

This isn’t my picture and it’s linked to where I borrowed it from (don’t sue me please! kthxsbye)

Also the reason I called this post MJ Sauce is because there is a  restaurantI frequent that has MJ sauce and it reminds me of MJ.  It seemed appropriate!

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Watch this!

This is amazing.  Good for her; it’s nice to have someone to speak up for us in the public eye.  Plus she took what happened with Carrie Prejean (I hate even typing her name) and turning gay rights into an issue to be discussed (especially after they discussed the teen suicide rate and sexual orientation).  I’m rooting for Claire Buffie for the next Miss America!

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OMG gurl; I’m part of a new book club with several friends in PA.  We read only the classics and I’m hosting the first meeting of the group at my apt.  I have gone Martha Stewart crazy cleaning the hell out of my apt.  Unpacking those last few boxes left over from my move, cooking, and baking.  On top of that I’m cooking up three meals that I will freeze for dinner at a later time.  I’m making my Mother’s pasta sauce, one of my friend’s chili, and my best friend MJ’s hot sausage recipe.  I’m freaking out because I could use just one more day to finish everything…did I mention I’ll be baking….and I’ve not finished the book yet.  I’m about halfway through “A Farewell to Arms.”  Cooking, cleaning, baking…..I’m a domestic god!

(not my pic, but the link is attached to it!)

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Ssssoooo as I’ve mentioned in previous posts I work in a super small office.  There aren’t many of us so there is no telling who will be at work first to open up the front door.  We all have keys and know the code for the alarm.  Also we are a smaller branch of a larger company.  With that being said, I arrived at work a few minutes late due to a hold up in the coffee line.  I pull in and realize I’m the only person at work.  No biggie.  Our lawn care guys are doing their thing and I wave to them as I park and start pulling out stuff from my car.  I pull on a satchel I carry, my lunch (I like to take my lunch to work!), grab my coffee.  This leaves me basically one hand to get into the front door and successfully turn off our alarm system…the rest of me is littered with things I’m hold.  I manage to get in the door and just as I begin punching in our code….I realize our phone is ringing off the hook.  I’m stuck with my hands full, trying to turn off the alarm, and try to get to the phone.  Alas one would not be finished or taken care of, in this situation it was the phone.  Not only was the phone not reached due to my filled hands I began having troubles with our alarm.  It kept flashing “men’s room” and all I could think is get this alarm off or the cops will be called thinking there is a break in.  I manage to get it taken care of and move on to bigger and better things.  I open doors, turn on the fax/copier machine, I begin gathering the mail that needs to go out when all of a sudden the phone starts ringing again.  It is now 8:40am and I still have not had a drop of coffee and I wasn’t sure I was ready to handle clients just yet.  I pick up and muster the best “Good Morning” I could.  On the other end of the line I expected some client asking for something crazy that they needed and should have contacted us days ago…..my assumption was wrong, it was my office’s parent companies safety office…..they inform me that a window has been broken in the BASEMENT and set off the alarm.   And I’m thinking aaabbbuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.  Here I am in my office while lord knows what’s going on in the basement.   I’m just thinking about how I’m all by myself when the officer politely tells me that I have to go into the basement and check it out……..GO INTO THE BASEMENT BY MYSELF TO CHECK OUT IF I HAVE AN INTRUDER AT WORK…………

Now let me be clear I work out in a rural area and our company’s security office would take a bit of time to get out to us…..So here I am stuck between a rock and a hard place.  My choices are as follows (mind you I was listing these in my head while being freak out about the situation I was in)

  1.  Call the cops.  Seems like the good thing to do.  I’ve watched enough scary movies to say screw doing things alone.  Call the cops or get your ass ripped up by a killer with a chip on his shoulder.
  2. Ignore it….continue doing work things and pray I don’t get my ass ripped up by a killer.
  3. Call my boss.  Probably not a good idea she’s just like me in the mornings.
  4. Talk to our safety office into sending someone and wait 30 minutes for them to arrive…if I could talk them into it.
  5. Stop being scared, because there probably is not big deal, and check it out myself….and pray I don’t get my ass ripped up by a deranged killer.

And like a lamb being led to slaughter I tell the safety officer I’ll check it out.

I walk to the stairwell and flip the stairwells lights on and in stereotypical fashion yell out a timid hello….queue the scary music leading up to my death, and head down the steps.  I get to the basement (of all places the basement) and call out again for anyone and hit the lights….My hearts throbbing I’m waiting for a homeless man to bolt from a corner or a raccoon to fly out of the ceiling.  I wait….I wait…..I wait…..nothing…..nothing at all.  So I start searching (because I’m totally looking for an attack now).  I start looking for the cracked window and ended up locating a potential crack in the MEN’S ROOM of our basement.   It seems that just before I entered the office this morning one of our lawn care guys mowers caught a rock and send it special delivery to one of our men’s room basement windows cracking the window not shattering it but setting off the alarm just as I was opening the door.

Feeling better and a bit more secure I go upstairs and call the safety office.  The guy on the other line manages to destroy my sense of relief when he says, “Well, we will mark it down as no intruder.”  Um what would have happened if there was an intruder???????????  Is it proper protocol to send victims to an intruder????? Blerg it is going to be a day.

Just another day at the office!

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