Tuesday, March 27, 2007

They Had To Have Planned This


Monday, March 26, 2007

After Thinking About It...

I had to tell everyone thanks for commenting on the post about my nieces and the time that we spent together.

Spending time with them let me know that it's not all about me and what I want. Just the fact that I couldn't fall asleep until I knew that they were safely asleep truly made me feel good. It made me feel responsible.

As I have said countless times, I do want to have kids of my own one day through the adoption process. And since the state of Georgia is not favorable to gay persons adopting children, I may move back to Illinois, or even to California or Massachusetts. But just the experience of having kids will outway anything else.

Just seeing the joy in their face when the looked at me to pick them up, or get something to eat or take a picture makes my heart melt. I love kids.

I know that I sound like a sentimental old sap, but I don't care. I just had to let this out.

I'm also glad that I have a few of you paying attention to gay parents. I love it when I can help people open their eyes to see something that they didn't notice before.

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Do You Agree

A friend of mine sent this to me. I have no idea where she got it from, but it made sense to me. What are your thought on what this passage has to say about infidelity?

Infidelity in the gay and lesbian community causes many long-term relationships to end, disconnects or severs friendships, creates conflict between team or group members, and forces family members to deal with awkward situations. Yet, infidelity doesn't have to be the cause of so much heartache and difficulty; rather, if infidelity is treated as the symptom of a problem within a committed relationship, then dealing head-on with the problem may be the answer.

Certainly hurt and jealousy will stand in the way of immediate attempts at reconciliation. But after a short time of physical separation or not dealing with the problem, you and your partner may be able to sit down and discuss what went on. Strive to keep the focus on problems within the relationship that led to the affair, not on personal shortcomings. Caution your partner not to blame his or her actions on people or circumstances, but instead to take responsibility. Discuss outside resources you can use to work through your problems, such as spiritual advisor or therapist. Finally, both you and your partner need to be open and honest about what you both want in order to know whether you visions of the future of your relationship are comparable.

Today I'll make a serious effort to determine
whether my relationship is worth saving.
If it isn't, I need to walk away;
if it is, I need to stay and work on it.

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Saturday, March 24, 2007

I'm Tired

That's all that I have to say.


Thursday, March 22, 2007

The Nieces, the Ex, and The Weekend

Since my brotha is in Korea until June, my Sister-in-law has had their 2 daughters on her own and hasn't had a break. Last Tuesday was her birthday and I decided to give her that much needed break. I called her up and told her that I would pick the girls (ages 4 and 7) up on Saturday morning and keep them until Sunday evening.

On Friday morning, my ex, Dreads decided that he wanted to come to Atlanta and wanted to stay with me. I told him that I would have my nieces for the weekend, but he was welcomed to stay anyway. When he got in on Friday night, he took me out to dinner at Goldfish where we were greated by what were to become frequent strange looks from strangers. It was a pleasant dinner aside from people looking at us as though we were a black gay couple or something.

After dinner we decided to hit up a club even though I had to get up at 7am and drive 100 miles south to pick up the little ladies. We made it to Tower II about 12:30 and it was already crowded as hell. Surprisingly, I only had 1 drink and 1 beer *You can tell me how proud you are of me* and had an all right time. I did get a lot of attention because my t-shirt said "I may not be Mr. Right, but I will fuck you til he shows up". One lady even wanted to take a picture so that she could post it on her blog. Overall I had a pretty good time even though I was having some allergy issues and had to keep running to blow my nose. After the club, we just went to the house and fell asleep.

When I woke up, I hit I-75 south to Warner Robins to pick up my nieces and when I got there, they were packed and ready to go. My plan was to take them to the Georgia Aquarium and then come home and watch 2 movies and then on Sunday, take them to visit my brother and then for ice cream.

When I got back to Atlanta, Dreads said that he had not been to the aquarium and wanted to go. I am glad that he did because I needed the help cause B and J are a handful. I'm a pretty smart person, so I got the tickets online so that I wouldn't have to wait in line with the commoners. And let me tell you, when we got downtown, the line was a mile long. Since we were early, we went to the CNN center to get something to eat. And that's THEY started. THEY would happen to be the strange looks that we kept getting from people. I guess people didn't know what to think of 2 black men with 2 little girls.

And you can guess that I played right into the husband+husband+2 kids role. We walked with all of us holding hands or with him holding the 4 year old and me with the 7 year old riding on my back. We had strangers taking pictures with all 4 of us included. We sat down with the girls at a table and had lunch as though we were any other family. It think that we really did it when I got up and got J out of Dread's lap so that he could eat his lunch. And it was really cute how the girls interacted with both of us as though we were their actual parents.

After lunch, we went on the to the aquarium, but of course we were over and hour early, so we just went to the jungle gym at Centennial Olympic Park in downtown Atlanta, which is across from the aquarium. We let the girls play around a little while while we waited and they seemed to have fun. But you can guess that I was watching them like a hawk. I'll be damned if someone was gonna snatch these 2 and run. It was funny when I took them to the restroom and told they wanted to go in alone. I told them ok, but I would be standing outside the door and if anyone said anything to or touch them, to scream as loud as they could. B asked me if she could practice screaming while we were walking to the pavillion. I had to laugh at that one because she was serious as a heart attack.
When we all finally made it to the aquarium, we breezed right in and the girls went crazy asking quesitons. "Uncle Norris, why does that whale have a big body and a small head?" "Uncle Norris, where do starfish come from?" "Uncle Dreads, can I touch the sea lion?" "Uncle Dreads, why isn't the sea otter moving? Is he dead?" We answered all of the questions that we could, whether the answers was accurate or not. And they seemed to be satisfied. We took plenty of pictures because B has her own digital camera at 7 years old! They were simply amazed at all of the different types of sea life and I could tell on their faces that they were enjoying themselves. But can you believe they they said that they were tired after only 3 of the exhibits? So we loaded them up in the Expedition *I can see why parents drive big SUVs now* and hit it to the crib. Before I could even get on the interstate, they and Dreads were asleep.
As soon as we got home, I put them in the bed and I took a nap myself because all of that walking and all of those back rides had worn me out. But I had to make sure that they were asleep before I could fall asleep. Finally when they stopped squirming and fell asleep, I fell asleep ON THE FLOOR for about and hour. I figured that they would wake up and we would watch a couple kiddie movies and eat pizza. Unfortunately, they didn't wake to up on their own so I woke them up myself so that they wouldn't wake up in the middle of the night. We ended up watchin "Open Season" and "Over the Hedge" which I must say are 2 pretty funny movies to be cartoons. About midnight, I put them back to bed. But not before they requested that we go to IHOP the next morning.
So the next morning I was awakened to a gentle tapping on the forehead from a hungry 4 year old J. She was ready to eat. I mentioned cooking breakfast, but they looked at me like I had just told them that Barbie just had a heart attack and died. So after baths, brushing of teeth, ironing of clothes and refreshing of hair, we loaded up the truck and headed to IHOP in Marietta. Uncle Dreads tagged along also.
When we arrived, we were greeted with those same stares that we had seen the previous day. This time, I didn't feel like entertaining people because I was hungry, but the waittress did remark that "you 2 have 2 of the cutest little girls". I just smiled and said thanks. I ordered their food which included pancakes and eggs (no powdered eggs please) and chilled milk and them little gals ate it ALL. Do you hear me? ALL OF IT. After breakfast we just went back to the house and they took another nap.
After the nap, I took them to Brewster's for ice cream. I was kinda surprised that this was when they were happiest. I spent over $120 to take them to the aquarium and $40 to take them to IHOP and they were more excited about $10 in ice cream. I know where to take them next time. After ice cream, I took them home to Warner Robins to their Mom.
I gotta say that I did enjoy my time with the girls. It really reinforced my desire to have kids. But I must say that I am glad that Dreads decided to come into town and that he was willing to help me out with them. I told him thanks about 10 times. But it did make me wonder if I had it in me to raise a child or children alone. Now I have to sit and think about this for a few years since I want to adopt when I am 35 years old.
Question: Do you do a double-take when you see 2 men together with a child or children?


Wednesday, March 21, 2007

Language Barrier

This was sent to me in an email! It's funny as hell.

I had a bunch of Canadian dollars I needed to exchange, so I went to
the currency exchange window at the local bank.
Short line...just one person in front of me, an Asian guy who was
trying to exchange yen for dollars and he was a little agitated.
He asked the teller, "Why it change? Yesterday I get two hunat dolla
fo yen - today I get only hunat eighty? Why it change?"
The teller says, "Fluctuations."
The Asian guy says, "Fluc you white guys too."

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Monday, March 19, 2007

Weird Ish About Me.

1. I won't go to sleep until I check to make sure that my door is locked.

2. I won't drive unless my car doors are locked.

3. When taking a shower I always wash my left arm first and my left leg last.

4. When I eat any kind of fruit, my forehead sweats.

5. I only talk on my phone in my left ear. (this said right ear for the first 6 hours)

6. The first thing that I do in the morning is open my blinds or curtains to let the sun in.

7. My left calf is bigger than my right.

8. My right bicep is bigger than my left biceps.

9. My right eye is wider than my left eye.

10. If I am driving with someone giving me directions and they give me the wrong directions, I will snap at them. A went to meet a dude and he didn't know if he lived inside or outside of I-285. I turned around and went home.

11. When driving, I can't sit up straight. I always lean to the right or left.

12. I won't go to sleep if there are dishes in the sink. They have to at least go in the dishwasher

13. I look at myself in the mirror constantly even though I don't feel beautiful.

14. The first thing that I do when I get home undress. I take off my underwear and put on some basketball shorts and a tee-shirt.

15. If I wear something for less than 2 hours, I consider it still clean unless it get's soiled or I sweat in it (underwear and tee shirts excluded).

16. I take AT LEAST 2 showers a day.


Friday, March 16, 2007

I Want A Man In My Life

The other day, I was wondering when I was the happiest during my 29 years on this planet. Was it my childhood? Was it my adolescence? Was it during college? I thought about it for a while and realized that I was happiest when I was "married" and in love from 1999 until 2002. I kept wondering why was this my happiest time and just couldn't think of it.

Then it hit me. I was happiest because I felt loved and appreciated. It felt good to know that at the end of the day, someone who loved and wanted me was there for me. I miss that like hell! You just don't know. What is it about being with someone that makes me feel euphoric?

I loved coming home from work and cooking dinner for my boyfriend. I loved knowing that when we went to sleep, it would be together in the same bed. I loved knowing that on the weekend, we would spend time together or take a trip together somewhere. I loved knowing that when I needed someone to talk to, he was there and I didn't have to pick up the phone or leave the house. I loved laying on the sofa and feeling the man that I loved rub my shoulders.

I miss having a man around. And after 3 years of being "single" in the words of Natalie Cole, "I'm Catching Hell". But I don't know what to do. I keep meeting brothas that are just not there. They all say the right things and get my hopes up, but just leave me disappointed. I'm starting to think that something is wrong with me.

I'm not gonna lose hope, but I am frustrated. A few people have told me that I should date outside of my race, but I don't want to feel like I am giving up on my brothas. A few people have told me that I should loosen up and lower my expectations. I am not gonna do that and end up with someone just for the sake of having a man. A few people have told me that I should

But seriously, I don't know what to do. I have never believed that it takes someone else to help you be happy, but I am am starting to change my mind. There have been times that I have imagined living life single, but that's just not an option. I want a man to spend my life with and that's what I am gonna get.

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Monday, March 12, 2007

Everytime I Look At It...

I love it even more.

Out of all of the cars that I have had (this one makes 7), I love this one the most. After having this one for 8.5 months, the "I have a new car" feeling still hasn't worn off.

There is something to say about having something that you love. Looking at my car today made me realize that I HAVE TO WORK for EVERYTHING that I WANT. Be that love, money, friends, a nice body, or even a car. I had to remind myself that it's time to get back on the ball for all of the things that I love. I got the car and some of the friends, now it's time for the rest.

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I was gonna make a post about a song that I have been hearing lately. It's by called "Don't Matter" by Akon and the chorus just caught me by surprise. But ReddMan beat me to the punch and posted first. So in a bout of laziness, read his post HERE about the song and to read the lyrics.

Friday, March 09, 2007

Melinda Doolittle

I haven't watched American Idol consistently for about 3 years, but I may have to start watching just for this woman. I love a woman that can SANG!!!!!!!!!

Thursday, March 08, 2007

Am I too Honest?

I try not to lie to people. Sometimes it's necessary to do so, but I try not to unless someone's feelings may be hurt by the truth or I think that they may pop a cap in my ass. I also make it a point to answer questions honestly when people ask me something, no matter who the person is. If I don't want them to know something, then I say "I don't want to answer that question." I do this because I want people to have an honest opinion about me and hopefully be honest with me.

But it bothers the hell out of me when people lie. Especially when you know or can tell that they are lying. I'll give you the inspiration behind this post.

I was at a get together last Friday where we played a drinking game called "Pennies." The rules of the game state that the participants sit in a circle and ask questions of the group. If the question applies to you, you throw a penny in the middle of the circle (we used a aluminum pan so that we could here the pennies drop). You have a certain number of pennies (maybe 10) and that determines the number of questions to ask. The questions must begin with, "throw a penny in the circle if you have ever". The game is played in the dark so that noone knows who is throwing pennies in the circle. And lastly, whomever has the fewest number of pennies at the end of the round, has to drink a shot. I hope you all got that. If not read it again.*
Well we played 5 rounds of the game and I had to drink 4 *I tied with someone once* times. Of course with 10 gay men, you can guess that the questions were mostly sexual in nature.

What shocked me most was that at the end of 10 questions, there were people with 8 or nine pennies left. I kept thinking to myself "am I that big of a sex addict?" But by the end of the 4th round, I began to think, "these bitches are lying!" I just couldnt believe that I was the only one that threw a penny in the circle when some one said "throw a penny in the circle if you have had sex with more than 10 people". I was the ONLY one. Now I know that I have had some serious sex in my life, but I knew at this point that these dudes were not answering these questions honestly.

When I got home, I just kept thinking about it. What were they trying to protect? Did they not want people to know that they had danced with the devil in the pale moonlight. It just seems like they didn't want to answer the questions because they didn't want people to think "badly" of them. Me, I just don't give a rat's ass what people think about me. I have too much other shit on my mind.

But it did make me wonder if I am just too honest. Should I be keeping things like this to myself. It's not like I am telling the world all of my business. But I have a don't advertise, don't deny policy on most aspects of my life. I don't volunteer information, but I won't deny it when asked about it.

From reading my blog, do you all think that I am too honest with information about my life (especially my sex life)? Let a brotha know.

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Monday, March 05, 2007

He a Fag

I don't know what it is about me and my appearance that makes people assume shit about me, but I had to get a bitch together on Thursday when I was leaving Houston.

I'm walking through Houston-Bush Intercontinental Airport on Thursday. I was wearing some baggy jeans, timberlands, white tee shirt, gold track jacket, and some Aviator sunglasses. *Yes, I will wear sunglasses inside if they look good with my day's garb* *And I was looking fly as hell too* I walked into a store to get something to drink and a magazine to read on the plane. I saw this group on Black women sitting at a table looking ghetto and talking loudly. One of the nodded her head at me and said, "girl he is cute". Another one turned to her and said 'girl, he a fag cause don't no straight dudes wear shades inside".

After paying for my items, I walked over to them. I told the one that made the fag comment "If you were wondering, I am gay and muthafuckin proud of it. But one thing that you should know is that who and what I'm fucking ain't got you nutting. So mind your fucking business". I then walked away to my gate to catch my plane.

People get on my fucking nerves with that shit. This overstuffed, hood rat heffa knew nothing about me, but decided to make a negative ass comment like that. The sad part is that she thought that I didn't hear her. I may not be able to see a damn thing, but I can hear a rat lick flour.

To all of the people that hate on gay peeps, I say in the words of Biggie Smalls, "Fuck all ya'll hoes!"


Thursday, March 01, 2007

Men Are Like

Men are like parking spaces. All the good ones are taken except the handicapped.

Men are like snow storms. You never know how many inches you are gonna get, when they are gonna come, or if it will stick.

Men are like tires. You should always have a spare.

Men are like popsicles. Putting them in your mouth will make them melt.

Men are like oxygen. You never know how much you need them until you don't have them.

Men are like pendelums. It's nice to watch them swing from side to side.

Men are like rugs. They can cover up almost anything.

What are some of your "men are like" comparisons? Feel free to leave a comment.