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Oh, all of you
insane wonderful INSANE people that have started following my blog, giving me a “Like” on my posts etc. I’m just trying to get around to checking you out now, but I’m facing an avalanche!
I’m Bookmarking your Blogs when I see what wonderful things you toss off (sorry, had to write that for my new UK readers!)
I’m also trying to find out if you’re on Twitter so I can follow you. I’ve got a lot of work to do. A lot. Perhaps a decade or so to do it all? Maybe a bit less.
Still, thanks to all of you. It means so much that there are so many of you out there who want to read my…
Things that I type that are worth much more less than piss and puke.
A “mala” is similar to a Catholic Rosary. It can be used to count (not literally, you’re meditating!) your recitations, or sometimes just run through the beads in order to try and clear your mind and keep you grounded.
I have one but had completely forgotten it as I bought it years ago. I found it when I was looking for my Pride Rings (also bought years ago.) As soon as I saw it, WHOOP! Strait back on the wrist! There are larger ones, of course.
I have to be very, very careful with my mala now! I’ve lost weight from being sick and it very easily can slide right off me. In fact, I need a new Medic-Alert bracelet and have to change its size as well.
Alright. So, not long ago, I was taking off one of my hoodies and CRAP! Although, I heard it fall. Somewhere.
A few days ago, I turned my entire apartment upside down, inside out, all over (well more than it already is) in search of MY PRECIOUS MALA!!! I didn’t find it. I did the same thing the next day. Then I did it again the next day. It was starting to make me go out of my mind.
Then I realized something I had forgotten. When it first fell off, I knew it was in my apartment. I was not exactly happy I couldn’t find it, but I was not exactly surprised as this wasn’t the first time it had fallen off. I said to myself, “Oh, don’t worry. It’s in here somewhere. It’ll turn up eventually.”
Boy, did I ever see when I realized I had temporarily forgotten that. It was then I learned the lesson.
If you lose something in your life that is so very important, or if you’re desperately seeking something that has such importance as well? DON’T DO WHAT I DID TO MY APARTMENT! *laughing* No, I am being serious. Try to be kind, gentle and patient surrounding whatever the issue. Even better, go back to what I “forgot.” The notion that I knew it was “somewhere” and eventually it would be found. Then, I “forgot” in another way. I forgot about my mala completely.
I’m not saying “forgetting” what you are so bound to (even with intense emotional ties attached) will be easy. It can be difficult to take any single thought and set it aside at times. Even being “kind, gentle and patient” to a stranger can make us all want to explode at points.
I’m also not saying that you will get exactly what you are seeking either. That might make you disappointed. However, by doing the above, what have you got to lose? As a matter of fact, you have everything to gain! You may end up with other very important things being dropped in your lap that you never would have imagined.
I’m going to leave you with another said “lesson.” Hell, it’s not like I’m some Guru or anything! You could all think this is a big load of crap! Nonetheless.
I woke up in a foul mood today. In fact, I was foul last night as well. I was so angry! We all get angry, but why? I’m not asking you for actual specifics, I want you to ponder something else. However, the specifics fit in as why would you be angry? Let us not dispense with logic when discussing philosophy! *smirks*
When you are angry at something (and I definitely think when it applies to someone) stop and think for a minute. And as above, TRY. In your burning flames of pure ire…well, okay. Stop for a minute. Perhaps what you’re mad about has nothing to do with the situation and the individual involved. Perhaps it’s actually you who is mad at yourself surrounding the entire situation.
I couldn’t get to posting about this on the exact day. It was May 17th!
No matter how much I think stigma busting is so important, there’s a little voice inside me whispering. It always says the same thing regarding populations like this, and many others. The voice says every day should be this day!
I know it is considered to be so in the hearts of these populations, and those that support them. The worst “counter-argument” I hear a million times is, “Well, why don’t we have a Heterosexual Day? Why don’t we have a special day for being straight?” I try to keep my mouth glued shut and sit on my hands so I don’t deliver a quick blow.
It’s not so much the statement itself. Sure! Go nuts! Have someone organize your “Straight Day” with a big parade, lots of balloons and what not. BOOM! Your logic is flawed. What upsets me is more the tone of how they say it. The bubbling anger deep down inside. The disdain, even though it might be slight and barely undetectable, it’s definitely present.
So, we have to keep hammering it into the heads of the prejudiced idiots out there. They need to know that every human being is still a precious human being–no matter what! That said, we do have to raise issues and draw attention to them. The stigma has unfortunately not been busted yet.
That shouldn’t keep us from moving forward, though. Someone has to keep speaking out.
“If it is to be, it is up to me.”
~William H. Johnsen
We can do this.
Indeed. Yes. Oui. Whatever.
I’m not entirely sure, but my charming states of Typical Absence Status Epilepticus, may be lasting even longer than they did in the beginning. Before I was ever treated. Before I even figured out that I had it.
Back then, it was 6-7 days. Reviewing my
obsessive diligent note taking, I am now seeing a 9 day pattern. That does not bode well, as it leaves fewer days of any “wellness” in between.
That is because it’s catamenial, if any of you don’t know. That means regarding your menstrual cycle. However, it can also mean when you ovulate. The two make a charming couple, don’t you think?
I’ve written so much about this, my regular readers probably have my cycle for both memorized! Well, don’t worry about me getting pregnant, folks.
One, I’m not having sex. Two, I’m gay and don’t sleep with men.
I’m calling Non-Arsey Neuro tomorrow for an appt. I’ve (finally and painfully) gotten around to enter half of January’s information. I built a hopefully, if not remotely, understandable template. Then, I get out a highlighter for the really serious stuff. We last saw each other in mid-October.
I say “finally and painfully” as I can’t figure out if things have changed somehow else in January. I am extremely exhausted every day. I’m not kidding. To the degree where I can’t even pick up the phone to make a simple call! The word “Decompensation” keeps going around and around in my head. Maybe I’m just tired? We’re moving into the 9th month of this now. It could be both? One thing I do know is that it’s not good.
The psychiatric and psychological? The cognitive? The ongoing seizures? *rolls eyes* It’s a package deal, guys.
So, yes. I can’t remember if I’ve told you anything regarding that or who knows what! I have the memory of a goldfish?
Why do people say that? Have there ever been any peer reviewed studies to test memories of goldfishes? I think not! One practical problem, however. Who the hell could make a whack of electrodes that small!
Anyway, I may sound somewhat “Compos Mentis” but Aspie Penguin is putting most of this together. If I had more energy, I’d be so spazzy, that I would be Non Non Non Compos Compos Compos Mentis Mentis Mentis!!!
So I streamed a song on MP3 of the Moment. I was going to try to do more here, get to Twitter business, but whoa…I’m sorry kids.
“Super Cool Wagon” by Sons Of Freedom
“Judas” by Depeche Mode
There is nothing more beautiful than someone forgiving you for an unforgivable faux pas. When apparently, it wasn’t even a faux pas at all.
I’ll be back with my hair done, trying to look pretty, even if it doesn’t matter. I said I would. But I didn’t think I could–not until now.
Well, I don’t know if I hate them. They’re just confusing me again! Wait. Here’s a hate.
When I was a teenager, I had skin that was perfect. Not that anyone ever complimented me on it because everyone hated me! Nonetheless, no acne.
Now??? Ugh. I’m breaking out like a stupid teenager at 41! It’s driving me mad! And I know it’s hormone related. How do I know? This has happened at least twice now. That I remember.
I didn’t get my period this month when I thought I was getting it. That was a month after I got it before–last month. I’m still waiting.
Also, I’m not pregnant, either. I’m gay. I can’t even remember the last time I had sex, and if I were to do it tomorrow, it sure wouldn’t be with a guy!!!
Now, I’m back to this notion. Am I peri-menopausal? There are some other things that fit that have happened, as well. I’m still on the younger side of it all, however. Maybe I’m peri-peri-menopausal? *rolls eyes and laughs*
Well, if I’m nearing that stage, one good thing about a symptom. Loss of sex drive. No problems there! Like I said, if I could do it tomorrow…?
That ain’t gonna happen, though. Nope. No way. Nuh-uh. Whatev.
Alright. So I’ve flaked from work and I’m now looking at some Bishonen Images on Google. That’s because I’ve decided I want to get my hair cut and look like an Anime/Manga character.
I just came across this, and yeah, if pictures could speak…a lot more than a thousand words?
Or for those of you out there who really know me, just a few or no words at all? You might laugh or just shake your heads and say, “Sure, sure PA. Like you think that’s going to shock us after all you’ve…”
Surprise! Good things come in small packages…
Spock and Aspie Penguin are right. I DID make a decision to take a break. And yes, a SERIOUS one. For the FIRST TIME EVER.
Although, I’m still around. Just in bits. I was cleaning up my Blogroll somewhat, as I knew people had shut their blogs down. Then, I found a couple of posts I thought were really important, so I left comments. I know.
Then, I was getting Twitter Follows. I didn’t want my Inbox to explode! So, I had to check them out. I know.
Then, a couple of my regular reads? I know! But the point is…well, I’m still taking my break from blogging. No, I REALLY AM!!!
But I just read this. Like, right now. I think it’s hilarious. You can decide for yourselves.
I don’t exactly live in a “posh” neighbourhood, but it is really great. Everyone’s friendly (I live in a big city, but I still say we Canadians are known for being so wonderful, because we’re so polite, and this and that…we’re just so lovely!) I still think people from other countries put Canadian Flags on their rucksacks when they travel?
Anyway, where I live, there is very much a “community” feel. As well as…HAPPY?!?!
I was just reading our “Community” newspaper and apparently a local church lost a Supreme Court Ruling. Gee. What on “earth” would have to happen for a church to bring it to the Supreme Court? Apparently the Court rejected the fact that smokin’ big fatties, not bogartin’ the dubage, and all else, didn’t bring the congregation closer to their maker.
What on “earth,” indeed. Maybe a bit farther from it? They are a branch of “The Church of the Universe.” Cool.
In the last paragraph, it said that two dudes from their Holy (Rollin’) Temple were going to open a cafe shortly. Maybe I’ll soon find myself in a Canadian version of Amsterdam. Double Cool.
Hey, we already have gay marriage. I say, let’s keep moving. Full steam ahead!
Alright, back to my break. Perhaps at some point, I’ll head out and look for that cafe. *nods*
Things were getting a bit stale on MP3 of the Moment, so time to add something else. I love this song by Erasure.
Several years ago, I saw them in concert and Andy Bell was as full of beans as ever, even though he is HIV positive. It made ME full of beans, too! Maybe even more, because I’d volunteered for quite some time at an HIV/AIDS Hospice.
It was such an amazing experience to do that. Certainly not just because I’m gay. Although, there was always a significant gay population of clients, so I could empathize with them on that level. Nonetheless, the entire place, and so much that happened there is (and was) indescribable.
However, let’s still all be clear that the HUGE connection (and even only for you cretins?) between acquiring HIV and it further developing into AIDS is not due to being gay. If you think so, stop reading my blog immediately!
He’s still going strong. Bless his little (or big) soul.
“Rescue Me” by Erasure