Hey again. I wanna talk a little about a topic I get hung up on sometimes and that's homosexuality. As you may have guessed from my last posts, yes I am gay. Whoopy! I guess that makes this another one of those whiny gay boy blogs, whatever.
What I want to talk about right now is my opinion of "the gay gene." If there was ever controversy for the sake of having an argument here it is. I am a firm believer in the gay gene because A) My lower head knows what it likes and it ain't girls and B) I don't think homosexuality would be as wide spread or as big an issue in the eyes of lots peoples if it wasn't genetic. Also as far as I can piece together, Homosexuality has been observed in the human race for centuries perhaps millenia. It's really not something all that new.
What about the rest of the animal kingdom for that matter. Dogs, penguins, it's said that one sixth of the animal kingdom is gay. I'm sure Rex and Fido didn't just one day decide it would be cool and rebellious to do each other up the butt. It's natural is all I'm trying to get at I guess. It all works the same more or less. I won't get into the mechanics of anal sex here, but I will say that it's more less the same as vaginal sex except without the uterus.
What brings this topic about here is a video I saw on Youtube called "Gay Scientists Isolate Christian Gene".
Here's the link if your curious: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qCzbNkyXO50
When I first watched this I thought, 'Ha, that's pretty funny,' but than I got really thinking. Sure at first glance this is a harmless parody of what's been going on with the gay gene. But if you think about it you might come to the conclusion that these guys are saying homosexuality is not genetic.
When I started typing I was really worked up about this video but I guess now that I've gotten this all out of my system it really doesn't seem like such a big deal. It's just another one of those stupid videos on YouTube. There is just so much to argue about on this topic though and I felt like putting some of my opinion out there.
Well thx for listening. Type to you later.
Saturday, November 29, 2008
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Boys and Angels
So for my second post I was thinking I'd talk about the picture in my header. This is my favourite pic that I've ever found on the Internet. I found it several years ago on quizilla.com. I can't remember what the quiz was exactly, it was either what kind of angel are you or what kind of personality do u have.
At any rate this pic was for the "Mellow" result. I didn't actually get that result but I had the option of seeing them all and when I saw the pic I instantly fell in love with it. Of course this was during grade 10 or 11, maybe even 12, but at any rate I was still quite the closet case. To see this picture of two obviously male characters in such an intimate pose was amazing to see.
It was a scary time when I was afraid of being open about who I was. Sure I was out to some people that I trusted but it felt like it would be the end of the world if any random stranger found out I was gay.
I secreted this pic away onto my memory stick. It was, and still is, sacred and beautiful to me and became an inspiration in quite a few of my random writings. I guess I hope to be part of this picture someday. I often look at it and contemplate my place in it.
I sometimes envision myself as the boy with the silver hair. Having someone to hold me close and watch over me. Sometimes I picture myself as the green haired angel. To be the quiet protector holding my loved one close. It's just full of meaning for me and represents a dream that I'm actively working towards.
I guess that's all I have to say for now. Thx for listening. Type to you later.
At any rate this pic was for the "Mellow" result. I didn't actually get that result but I had the option of seeing them all and when I saw the pic I instantly fell in love with it. Of course this was during grade 10 or 11, maybe even 12, but at any rate I was still quite the closet case. To see this picture of two obviously male characters in such an intimate pose was amazing to see.
It was a scary time when I was afraid of being open about who I was. Sure I was out to some people that I trusted but it felt like it would be the end of the world if any random stranger found out I was gay.
I secreted this pic away onto my memory stick. It was, and still is, sacred and beautiful to me and became an inspiration in quite a few of my random writings. I guess I hope to be part of this picture someday. I often look at it and contemplate my place in it.
I sometimes envision myself as the boy with the silver hair. Having someone to hold me close and watch over me. Sometimes I picture myself as the green haired angel. To be the quiet protector holding my loved one close. It's just full of meaning for me and represents a dream that I'm actively working towards.
I guess that's all I have to say for now. Thx for listening. Type to you later.
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Stuck in the Mud
So here it is, my first blog. I swore to myself I'd never do this. How many times has that been said? So many people seem to throw such meaningless crap in these things and I suppose that to the random reader mine will seem no different.
I guess the truth is it isn't meaningless to the person writing it. They could be posting it for any number of reasons and could be talking about any number of things but at the moment what ever it is is important to them.
For me I'm posting what on my mind just to see what comes out. I do think with friends on msn all the time. I just start typing to see where I go. I suppose I could easily do this alone on wordpad where no one needs be bothered with it, but the truth is there is something comforting about knowing that someone else may read this. It makes me feel connected.
I live alone in what appears at first glance to be a homophobic town. Through a twist of fate all of my friends I hang out with on a regular basis now live on the other side of town and winter is setting in, making unbelievably annoying to get to the other side of town. It's not impossible, but waiting for a bus in anything below -10 degrees isn't my idea of a good time. I suppose I'm shutting myself in. I could easily go out any night of the week and hang out with my friends but than there is reality to contend with.
More often than not I have little spend money. When I have it I like to spend it on my friends, paying so a friends can go to the movies, buying munchies, that sort of thing. On the flip side I hate it when my friends pay for thing for me. When it's me paying I do it not expecting anything back and I'm sure that when my friends pay they don't expect anything either. But regardless of what they expect I guess I feel obligated to pay them back. (Shogan I have no idea how much I own you but I won't ever forget that I do.)
I guess that's just my pride. I've been on my own for more than 2 years now and I guess I've become self reliant. Maybe I've been that way for longer than that. I feel i have to pay my own way so that I'm not a burden on anyone else i guess. Which leads into another piece of reality i must contend with and that is my need to sleep in my bed.
My friends are great and recognize that living on the opposite end of town there is a chance that I won't get home that night for what ever reason. There is always a couch or a spare bed I can crash on, which I'm thankful for, but than too I've become a burden. I'm in their space and disrupting their normal routine.
They'll probably feel obligated to feed me in the morning. I always try to avoid that. I try to only eat my friends' food if that was the plan. Only if I was going over for supper or play D&D, which inevitably involves snacks. If I was the inopportune house guest the night before, I decline breakfast vigorously to lessen the burden I've already put on my friends.
To avoid all of this I guess tend not to go out of my way to make plans to go out. If I'm invited I readily accept, but most nights I stay at home hoping for someone to call. So I guess this is what has lead to purpose of my title. With all the time I spend at home I become quickly bored of everything around me.
I occasionally find something new to entertain myself with but after a while I get bored of it. Even this blog may become a passing fancy in an attempt to stay sane. I feel that I've become trapped inside myself. I've become too intraspective. This may be the cause of my previous ranting of being a burden to my friends. I'm too complacent I guess. This last weekend though I think I managed to break out my shell for a bit.
I went out with my friends Shogan and Devha to skuttlebutts. It has a reputation for being an old people bar, but it fun. There were people from all age groups, 19+ of course, and it was just packed. There was a live band for a bit and the dance floor was like a mosh pit. it was a mess of people oogling, groping and being groped. I could grab a guys ass and he wouldn't care cause he wouldn't know who had done it.
All of the energy was just amazing. I'm sure the few drinks I had helped, but leaving there after I felt amazing. I felt open and uninhibited. I think I'm gonna try to be more like that from now on. We'll see how that goes. thx for reading, type to you later.
I guess the truth is it isn't meaningless to the person writing it. They could be posting it for any number of reasons and could be talking about any number of things but at the moment what ever it is is important to them.
For me I'm posting what on my mind just to see what comes out. I do think with friends on msn all the time. I just start typing to see where I go. I suppose I could easily do this alone on wordpad where no one needs be bothered with it, but the truth is there is something comforting about knowing that someone else may read this. It makes me feel connected.
I live alone in what appears at first glance to be a homophobic town. Through a twist of fate all of my friends I hang out with on a regular basis now live on the other side of town and winter is setting in, making unbelievably annoying to get to the other side of town. It's not impossible, but waiting for a bus in anything below -10 degrees isn't my idea of a good time. I suppose I'm shutting myself in. I could easily go out any night of the week and hang out with my friends but than there is reality to contend with.
More often than not I have little spend money. When I have it I like to spend it on my friends, paying so a friends can go to the movies, buying munchies, that sort of thing. On the flip side I hate it when my friends pay for thing for me. When it's me paying I do it not expecting anything back and I'm sure that when my friends pay they don't expect anything either. But regardless of what they expect I guess I feel obligated to pay them back. (Shogan I have no idea how much I own you but I won't ever forget that I do.)
I guess that's just my pride. I've been on my own for more than 2 years now and I guess I've become self reliant. Maybe I've been that way for longer than that. I feel i have to pay my own way so that I'm not a burden on anyone else i guess. Which leads into another piece of reality i must contend with and that is my need to sleep in my bed.
My friends are great and recognize that living on the opposite end of town there is a chance that I won't get home that night for what ever reason. There is always a couch or a spare bed I can crash on, which I'm thankful for, but than too I've become a burden. I'm in their space and disrupting their normal routine.
They'll probably feel obligated to feed me in the morning. I always try to avoid that. I try to only eat my friends' food if that was the plan. Only if I was going over for supper or play D&D, which inevitably involves snacks. If I was the inopportune house guest the night before, I decline breakfast vigorously to lessen the burden I've already put on my friends.
To avoid all of this I guess tend not to go out of my way to make plans to go out. If I'm invited I readily accept, but most nights I stay at home hoping for someone to call. So I guess this is what has lead to purpose of my title. With all the time I spend at home I become quickly bored of everything around me.
I occasionally find something new to entertain myself with but after a while I get bored of it. Even this blog may become a passing fancy in an attempt to stay sane. I feel that I've become trapped inside myself. I've become too intraspective. This may be the cause of my previous ranting of being a burden to my friends. I'm too complacent I guess. This last weekend though I think I managed to break out my shell for a bit.
I went out with my friends Shogan and Devha to skuttlebutts. It has a reputation for being an old people bar, but it fun. There were people from all age groups, 19+ of course, and it was just packed. There was a live band for a bit and the dance floor was like a mosh pit. it was a mess of people oogling, groping and being groped. I could grab a guys ass and he wouldn't care cause he wouldn't know who had done it.
All of the energy was just amazing. I'm sure the few drinks I had helped, but leaving there after I felt amazing. I felt open and uninhibited. I think I'm gonna try to be more like that from now on. We'll see how that goes. thx for reading, type to you later.
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