Come fall, I will have two new roommates. That means, random guys will knock on my front door and ask to see what the house looks like. Of course, they are thoroughly impressed with the front room...because I redecorated it. However, there may be a catch.
Two very attractive guys came to look at the house and when they saw the front room and the TV they were like, "Dude, ESPN will be so awesome on this TV!"
I went to the kitchen where a friend of my roommate was. She is awesome and nice. (I love you friend of the roommate!) I said, "Dang...really straight guys are moving in."
Then, she wisely said, "Not everyone is going to be gay, Andy."
You know what? That's so true. I can't expect other roommates to accept me for who I am if I cannot accept them. I always expect others to be okay with me, but if I cannot let them watch ESPN or have their bachelor-male-straight-hit-guys activities, then I am lower than they are.
So, I welcome you, Straight ESPN Soon-to-be Male Roommates. I accept you and your heterosexual vah-jay-jay loving ways...only if you can accept me, too.
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Sunday, March 28, 2010
My Blog is Too Gay
What do you think?
When I was reading and writing my Gay Manifesto, I wanted to write something to the effect that I didn't want this blog to be just about how gay I am. Some people may think that if all I blog about is my own gayness and faggot-y ways, then...it might get boring.
I try to blog about the stuff that happens in my life...but that too...is gay.
It's like...everything I do is influenced by Lady Gaga, Kesha, Celine, and Cher.
Is my blog too gay? Should I...tone down the homosexual of it all?
When I was reading and writing my Gay Manifesto, I wanted to write something to the effect that I didn't want this blog to be just about how gay I am. Some people may think that if all I blog about is my own gayness and faggot-y ways, then...it might get boring.
I try to blog about the stuff that happens in my life...but that too...is gay.
It's like...everything I do is influenced by Lady Gaga, Kesha, Celine, and Cher.
Is my blog too gay? Should I...tone down the homosexual of it all?
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Festival of Colors
Today, March 27th 2010, I went to the Festival of Colors cultural celebration at the Krishna Temple...with about 7,000 other people. That was just the first session. There was another one at 4:00 PM. I can't even imagine how many people went. On Facebook, the total guest list had over 13,000 RSVP (between the two event pages). It was amazing!
Here I am, all clean with Clarise at the temple.
Here is a shot of all 7,000 people. I tried to get them all in there.
Then, the countdown began and the hill erupted in a blast of color.
Afterward, Clarise and I posed for some color shots.
It was one of the most amazing experiences I have ever had. The Krishna priest gave a talk before and he spoke of a universal love that encompasses all. He made mention that this event started 5 years ago with 8 people, 4 of which were BYU students. Now, it brings people from all over the state, nation, and world. The event is about relying on God and loving other people regardless of race, religion, gender, and personality.
We were all one people today, relishing in the joy of each others presence. It was amazing.
Here I am, all clean with Clarise at the temple.
Here is a shot of all 7,000 people. I tried to get them all in there.
Then, the countdown began and the hill erupted in a blast of color.
Afterward, Clarise and I posed for some color shots.
It was one of the most amazing experiences I have ever had. The Krishna priest gave a talk before and he spoke of a universal love that encompasses all. He made mention that this event started 5 years ago with 8 people, 4 of which were BYU students. Now, it brings people from all over the state, nation, and world. The event is about relying on God and loving other people regardless of race, religion, gender, and personality.
We were all one people today, relishing in the joy of each others presence. It was amazing.
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Mother vs. Sister
Yesterday, I had a 3 hour conversation with my mother. It started when I tried to find out why, when I always began to lose weight and get healthy, I would fall back and turn to food. After talking for a while, I came to this conclusion:
I want to lose weight to be attractive and get a boyfriend (who doesn't), but if I get a boyfriend, my parents and other's will stop loving me, and then I subconsciously return to food because I know that if I overeat, it will be harder for me to get that boyfriend...at least that's what I think.
Here's my logic:
(1) I noticed I was different when I was about 12 years old. When the other boys were attracted boobs, I was attracted to boys.
(2) In order to deal with the hardship, I turned to food, because that was the only thing that gave me comfort. I was too afraid to go to my parents, because I thought that if they found out, they would hate me.
(3) I gained weight.
(4) As I tried to accept who I was, I began to loose weight. But then, when I came out to my parents, the weight came back on.
Now, I don't know if this is true, but it may be. Any suggestions on this one?
BUT WAIT, THERE'S MORE!
Then, I talked with my mom and she doesn't want my younger siblings to know about me until she deems that they are ready. I do have to respect that. That is not what offended me. I then asked her if, 10 years down the road, I came home with my partner, when all the kids were grown, if she would be okay with it. She basically said no.
I then tried to explain to her that that is the reason why so many gay people have bad relationships with their parents. Their parents say that they love them, and they do, but they will never really fully accept them.
However, I called my older sister, Erin, and talked with her about it. I asked her, "What if next year, I had a boyfriend and we decided to come down and visit you. Would that be okay?"
"Andy, it would be weird at first, but I would be totally okay with that. You are my brother, and I love you and whoever you choose to love just the same."
The conversation between my mother and I lasted three hours. The one with my sister lasted 10 minutes. I love our generation. I believe that we are so much more Christlike and truly accepting of other people based on their actions, and not who they love, or the color of their skin.
Erin, if you ever find my blog, I love you. I love you too, mom. I just hope you can get to the spot Erin is at.
I want to lose weight to be attractive and get a boyfriend (who doesn't), but if I get a boyfriend, my parents and other's will stop loving me, and then I subconsciously return to food because I know that if I overeat, it will be harder for me to get that boyfriend...at least that's what I think.
Here's my logic:
(1) I noticed I was different when I was about 12 years old. When the other boys were attracted boobs, I was attracted to boys.
(2) In order to deal with the hardship, I turned to food, because that was the only thing that gave me comfort. I was too afraid to go to my parents, because I thought that if they found out, they would hate me.
(3) I gained weight.
(4) As I tried to accept who I was, I began to loose weight. But then, when I came out to my parents, the weight came back on.
Now, I don't know if this is true, but it may be. Any suggestions on this one?
BUT WAIT, THERE'S MORE!
Then, I talked with my mom and she doesn't want my younger siblings to know about me until she deems that they are ready. I do have to respect that. That is not what offended me. I then asked her if, 10 years down the road, I came home with my partner, when all the kids were grown, if she would be okay with it. She basically said no.
I then tried to explain to her that that is the reason why so many gay people have bad relationships with their parents. Their parents say that they love them, and they do, but they will never really fully accept them.
However, I called my older sister, Erin, and talked with her about it. I asked her, "What if next year, I had a boyfriend and we decided to come down and visit you. Would that be okay?"
"Andy, it would be weird at first, but I would be totally okay with that. You are my brother, and I love you and whoever you choose to love just the same."
The conversation between my mother and I lasted three hours. The one with my sister lasted 10 minutes. I love our generation. I believe that we are so much more Christlike and truly accepting of other people based on their actions, and not who they love, or the color of their skin.
Erin, if you ever find my blog, I love you. I love you too, mom. I just hope you can get to the spot Erin is at.
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
The 10-Step Gay Manifesto
I, Artaxerxes, do hereby solemnly swear that the following is true to the best of my knowledge and do stand by it willingly until the day my Creator calls me home.
(1) I accept and welcome my homosexuality. If this is my "burden to bear" or a "blessing in disguise", I will not hide it. It is a part of my eternal identity and I could never expect it to change. It is within me, and I cannot deny it.
(2) I choose to be happy. Every morning, I have the choice to be happy or to be sad, and I choose to be happy. There is no reason that being gay should make me unhappy and wallow in self misery. I have already experienced those days in high school. Those days have now since passed.
(3) I deny gay stereotypes. Just because I am gay does not mean, and will never mean that I am a sexual deviant. There is a common misconception that being gay means that you have sex and being straight means that you have relationships. I hereby denounce that claim and I will strive to go against the gay stereotype whenever I can. I am a man attracted to men and that's that.
(4) I declare with solemnity that whoever denies someone the right to love another based on their sexual orientation is in danger of Hell-fire. We have been taught to love everyone and appreciate what they can do for society.
(5) I denounce the hateful attitude that some members of Christian faiths have towards their gay brothers and sisters. I cannot accept their Satanic hatred. They profess to be of Christ, but He must say to them, "...I never knew you."
(6) I accept The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints to be the correct religion for me. Others may be against my claim, but I cannot deny the feelings I have had when attending church. I cannot deny the peace that comes from reading the words of God found in the Bible and the Book of Mormon. While vehemently disagree with some of the Church's actions, I do not hate nor despise the Church. We are good acquaintances, and acquaintances shall we always remain.
(7) I cherish the friendships I have with my straight brothers and sisters as well as my gay brothers and sisters. I understand that we are all created equal under the protection of our Father, yet we all have our unique differences. Those differences are the things that hold the human experience together.
(8) I uphold my standards of clean, moral living.
(9) I refuse to be told that I am cursed, broken, diseased, wrong, evil, a sinner, or likewise. The people who tell me that are the ones who are in danger of losing their spiritual and eternal inheritance.
(10) I choose to live a life full of the best experiences. I choose to cherish the bittersweet feelings of rejection and love sickness. I choose to accept my life as what it is: a life given to be from my God. I choose to appreciate those around me and their wonderful influence for good that they have over me. I promise to be the best son any Father could ask for; serving my fellowman, striving to do what is right, and being who I was meant to be.
Signed (electronically),
Andrew Mark Foree
(1) I accept and welcome my homosexuality. If this is my "burden to bear" or a "blessing in disguise", I will not hide it. It is a part of my eternal identity and I could never expect it to change. It is within me, and I cannot deny it.
(2) I choose to be happy. Every morning, I have the choice to be happy or to be sad, and I choose to be happy. There is no reason that being gay should make me unhappy and wallow in self misery. I have already experienced those days in high school. Those days have now since passed.
(3) I deny gay stereotypes. Just because I am gay does not mean, and will never mean that I am a sexual deviant. There is a common misconception that being gay means that you have sex and being straight means that you have relationships. I hereby denounce that claim and I will strive to go against the gay stereotype whenever I can. I am a man attracted to men and that's that.
(4) I declare with solemnity that whoever denies someone the right to love another based on their sexual orientation is in danger of Hell-fire. We have been taught to love everyone and appreciate what they can do for society.
(5) I denounce the hateful attitude that some members of Christian faiths have towards their gay brothers and sisters. I cannot accept their Satanic hatred. They profess to be of Christ, but He must say to them, "...I never knew you."
(6) I accept The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints to be the correct religion for me. Others may be against my claim, but I cannot deny the feelings I have had when attending church. I cannot deny the peace that comes from reading the words of God found in the Bible and the Book of Mormon. While vehemently disagree with some of the Church's actions, I do not hate nor despise the Church. We are good acquaintances, and acquaintances shall we always remain.
(7) I cherish the friendships I have with my straight brothers and sisters as well as my gay brothers and sisters. I understand that we are all created equal under the protection of our Father, yet we all have our unique differences. Those differences are the things that hold the human experience together.
(8) I uphold my standards of clean, moral living.
(9) I refuse to be told that I am cursed, broken, diseased, wrong, evil, a sinner, or likewise. The people who tell me that are the ones who are in danger of losing their spiritual and eternal inheritance.
(10) I choose to live a life full of the best experiences. I choose to cherish the bittersweet feelings of rejection and love sickness. I choose to accept my life as what it is: a life given to be from my God. I choose to appreciate those around me and their wonderful influence for good that they have over me. I promise to be the best son any Father could ask for; serving my fellowman, striving to do what is right, and being who I was meant to be.
Signed (electronically),
Andrew Mark Foree
Thursday, March 18, 2010
The 100th Post
I can't believe it! 100 posts!!!
I did it. I have accomplished a huge milestone in the blogging community. From my innocent, humble, beginnings to the not-so-innocent now, things have definitely changed for me. All the changes have been for the better. I've made new friends, lost old ones. I've learned that cars are just things, and nothing to cry over when they get hit by an old Canadian driver who has no tact for driving. I've learned that my family loves me and appreciates me. More importantly, I have learned that I am who I am. God loves me and is behind me every step that I take.
With that lovely introduction, here comes the party for the eyes: The Top 100 Things I Enjoy/Am Grateful For
(1) Channing Tatum
(2) Glee
(3) Jesus
(4) A randomly sexy boy.
(5) Pizza
(6) Fancy schamncy underpants. Especially when they are made by Katrina.
(7) Hearing that one of my friends is pregnant.
(8) Waking up early in the morning, with tons of energy without any special drugs or caffeine!
(9) Remembering the cobblestone that tore through 6 pairs of shoes on my mission in Portugal.
(10) Popping a zit that had been fermenting for weeks.
(11) Getting a hug for no particular reason.
(12) Pandora Radio Station.
(13) Pandora, the world created by James Cameron.
(14) Sinking into my big, cushy couch after a long day of work and school.
(15) Taking a shower. Naked.
(16) Stepping into warm clothing after it has come out of the dryer.
(17) The lights on Temple Square at Christmastime.
(18) My bedroom window faces east.
(19) Beef jerky.
(20) Clipping my fingernails.
(21) Kissing.
(21) Cuddling.
(22) Drinking Coca-Cola from one of those vintage looking bottles. Makes me feel posh.
(23) Audrey. Beautiful, beautiful Audrey.
(24) Psycho...and any other Alfred Hitchcock film.
(25) Pillows.
(26) Marriage for everyone.
(27) My tattered old pocket Portuguese Hymnbook.
(28) My little statue of Mother Mary.
(29) Ten fingers and toes.
(30) A broken wrist.
(31) Learning stuffs about stuffs at BYU.
(32) A cell phone that works properly. For the most part.
(33) Better-than-sex cake. Believe me. It IS better.
(34) The sun and all the other planets.
(35) Lambs. Especially the baby kind.
(36) Shoes that I have bought over a year ago that still fit, and have no holes in them.
(37) Mimes.
(38) Planet Earth.
(39) Five Guys Burgers and Fries Burgers.
(40) The weird and almost homoerotic relationship that Bert and Ernie have on Sesame Street.
(41) Joseph City, Arizona. This is where I grew up. On the right is that tan building. That's the BG Bennett Auditorium where I performed every single year of JR and High School. Brilliant.
(42) Musical theatre and all that that implies.
(43) Clean socks.
(44) This cute boy.
(45) My family.
(46) Riding in cars with boys.
(47) Girl Scout cookies. Especially when I don't have to buy them. Thanks, Clarise.
(48) Love game intuition.
(49) Zupas.
(50) A wallet that I have had for over three years. Love that thing. It's like a body part.
(51) Jap Food.
(52) Downtown Provo. Gosh, I love that place. It's so cool. Everytime I go to downtown Provo, I feel like I'm no longer in Utah. Pretty sweet.
(53) A clean home that I enjoy very much.
(54) Roommates that love me and appreciate me, even though I bring boys over.
(55) The opportunity to go to BYU.
(56) Having the drive and the guts to always be a performer.
(57) Ziploc Bags.
(58) Sandals.
(59) Contacts and glasses.
(60) Clean underwear.
(61) Fiona Apple
(62) Bacalhau com natas
(63) The sweet smell of cigarette smoke on a man's denim jacket. Weird, I know. But I really enjoy that smell.
(64) My friend Geoff, who is faithfully serving a mission in Nagoya, Japan.
(65) Wicked.
(66) Reading the scriptures on the bus every morning as I go to work.
(67) Having a way to get to work.
(68) Having a job.
(69) The Olive Garden.
(70) Keira Knightly.
(71) Sunglasses that actually look good on my face.
(72) Muesli.
(73) Gorilla Poop Cookies.
(74) Romantic evenings on the beach.
(75) Large tracks of land.
(76) Hanging out with friends and getting so tired we all get Mormon Drunk.
(77) I love technology.
(78) Peter Pan.
(79) Being able to do laundry in my house and not a laudromat.
(80) The dogs next door who wake me up early every Saturday morning.
(81) Being the only member of my family who has been in a feature film, Pride and Prejudice.
(82) Shane Dawson.
(83) Katrina Reinert.
(84) Clarise Andrews
(85) Kate Watson.
(81) Getting to the point when I don't have to come up with any more things I am grateful for.
(82) People who hate Justin Bieber.
(83) Partying in the USA
(84) Guns. Which were invited to kill the dinosaurs and the homosexuals.
(85) Gold's Gym.
(86) Upgrading to Pandora One.
(87) The cast of Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat last year when I did it at the Scera Shell.
(88) My wonderful ward.
(89) My AWESOME Bishop! SHOUT OUT TO BISHOP L.!
(90) Awesome bowling alleys.
(91) Alleys in general.
(92) Getting close to the end of this post.
(93) Wow. Almost there, I can taste it.
(94) Not being able to think of anything else.
(95) Holy crap. Almost there!
(96) This cute guy.
(97) This cute guy.
(98) Boys, boys, boys!
(99) Our Lady of Gaga
(100) ALL OF YOU! PLEASE WATCH THE VIDEO BELOW!
P.S. I usually make better videos than this. However, when my computer crashed, I lost the software I use to make movies. So, I had to use a really crappy software. That explains the weird tempo the film has, as well as the crappy titles and transitions. But, that's not what matters. What matters is that I love you.
I did it. I have accomplished a huge milestone in the blogging community. From my innocent, humble, beginnings to the not-so-innocent now, things have definitely changed for me. All the changes have been for the better. I've made new friends, lost old ones. I've learned that cars are just things, and nothing to cry over when they get hit by an old Canadian driver who has no tact for driving. I've learned that my family loves me and appreciates me. More importantly, I have learned that I am who I am. God loves me and is behind me every step that I take.
With that lovely introduction, here comes the party for the eyes: The Top 100 Things I Enjoy/Am Grateful For
(1) Channing Tatum
(2) Glee
(3) Jesus
(4) A randomly sexy boy.
(5) Pizza
(6) Fancy schamncy underpants. Especially when they are made by Katrina.
(7) Hearing that one of my friends is pregnant.
(8) Waking up early in the morning, with tons of energy without any special drugs or caffeine!
(9) Remembering the cobblestone that tore through 6 pairs of shoes on my mission in Portugal.
(10) Popping a zit that had been fermenting for weeks.
(11) Getting a hug for no particular reason.
(12) Pandora Radio Station.
(13) Pandora, the world created by James Cameron.
(14) Sinking into my big, cushy couch after a long day of work and school.
(15) Taking a shower. Naked.
(16) Stepping into warm clothing after it has come out of the dryer.
(17) The lights on Temple Square at Christmastime.
(18) My bedroom window faces east.
(19) Beef jerky.
(20) Clipping my fingernails.
(21) Kissing.
(21) Cuddling.
(22) Drinking Coca-Cola from one of those vintage looking bottles. Makes me feel posh.
(23) Audrey. Beautiful, beautiful Audrey.
(24) Psycho...and any other Alfred Hitchcock film.
(25) Pillows.
(26) Marriage for everyone.
(27) My tattered old pocket Portuguese Hymnbook.
(28) My little statue of Mother Mary.
(29) Ten fingers and toes.
(30) A broken wrist.
(31) Learning stuffs about stuffs at BYU.
(32) A cell phone that works properly. For the most part.
(33) Better-than-sex cake. Believe me. It IS better.
(34) The sun and all the other planets.
(35) Lambs. Especially the baby kind.
(36) Shoes that I have bought over a year ago that still fit, and have no holes in them.
(37) Mimes.
(38) Planet Earth.
(39) Five Guys Burgers and Fries Burgers.
(40) The weird and almost homoerotic relationship that Bert and Ernie have on Sesame Street.
(41) Joseph City, Arizona. This is where I grew up. On the right is that tan building. That's the BG Bennett Auditorium where I performed every single year of JR and High School. Brilliant.
(42) Musical theatre and all that that implies.
(43) Clean socks.
(44) This cute boy.
(45) My family.
(46) Riding in cars with boys.
(47) Girl Scout cookies. Especially when I don't have to buy them. Thanks, Clarise.
(48) Love game intuition.
(49) Zupas.
(50) A wallet that I have had for over three years. Love that thing. It's like a body part.
(51) Jap Food.
(52) Downtown Provo. Gosh, I love that place. It's so cool. Everytime I go to downtown Provo, I feel like I'm no longer in Utah. Pretty sweet.
(53) A clean home that I enjoy very much.
(54) Roommates that love me and appreciate me, even though I bring boys over.
(55) The opportunity to go to BYU.
(56) Having the drive and the guts to always be a performer.
(57) Ziploc Bags.
(58) Sandals.
(59) Contacts and glasses.
(60) Clean underwear.
(61) Fiona Apple
(62) Bacalhau com natas
(63) The sweet smell of cigarette smoke on a man's denim jacket. Weird, I know. But I really enjoy that smell.
(64) My friend Geoff, who is faithfully serving a mission in Nagoya, Japan.
(65) Wicked.
(66) Reading the scriptures on the bus every morning as I go to work.
(67) Having a way to get to work.
(68) Having a job.
(69) The Olive Garden.
(70) Keira Knightly.
(71) Sunglasses that actually look good on my face.
(72) Muesli.
(73) Gorilla Poop Cookies.
(74) Romantic evenings on the beach.
(75) Large tracks of land.
(76) Hanging out with friends and getting so tired we all get Mormon Drunk.
(77) I love technology.
(78) Peter Pan.
(79) Being able to do laundry in my house and not a laudromat.
(80) The dogs next door who wake me up early every Saturday morning.
(81) Being the only member of my family who has been in a feature film, Pride and Prejudice.
(82) Shane Dawson.
(83) Katrina Reinert.
(84) Clarise Andrews
(85) Kate Watson.
(81) Getting to the point when I don't have to come up with any more things I am grateful for.
(82) People who hate Justin Bieber.
(83) Partying in the USA
(84) Guns. Which were invited to kill the dinosaurs and the homosexuals.
(85) Gold's Gym.
(86) Upgrading to Pandora One.
(87) The cast of Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat last year when I did it at the Scera Shell.
(88) My wonderful ward.
(89) My AWESOME Bishop! SHOUT OUT TO BISHOP L.!
(90) Awesome bowling alleys.
(91) Alleys in general.
(92) Getting close to the end of this post.
(93) Wow. Almost there, I can taste it.
(94) Not being able to think of anything else.
(95) Holy crap. Almost there!
(96) This cute guy.
(97) This cute guy.
(98) Boys, boys, boys!
(99) Our Lady of Gaga
(100) ALL OF YOU! PLEASE WATCH THE VIDEO BELOW!
P.S. I usually make better videos than this. However, when my computer crashed, I lost the software I use to make movies. So, I had to use a really crappy software. That explains the weird tempo the film has, as well as the crappy titles and transitions. But, that's not what matters. What matters is that I love you.
Very Soon
Okay, so I am really really really excited to get to my 100th post. That's the one after this one. So...I just want to take this time, to get YOU guys excited for my 100th post as well! It's gonna be frackin' awesome! It will be a party for your eyes!
I'm gonna publish it Saturday. Just FYI.
I'm gonna publish it Saturday. Just FYI.
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Margins and Pride
Every Tuesday and Thursday, I have my Humanities 202 class at 7:00 PM. It's an interesting class, and I really enjoy it. I gets me thinking about a lot of different things. I love art, and I love history, so I really do like the lecture. However, I sometimes get bored.
So...I draw in the margins.
That's supposed to be a rococo dress on a woman. Not so good. The picture is pretty blurry, too.
This one is when I had a really bad day and all I could draw was...whatever. I'd like to sit down one day and analyze what all the images mean. Some are pretty straight forward.
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Now, the above picture is where the point and discussion of this post will be.
We have assigned seating in my class, and this really cute-in-a-blonde-nerdy-type-boy sits in front of me. Since it was cold last week, I had only seen him wear a coat. Today, with the 60 degree weather, he walks in wearing a really tight shirt. I was flabbergasted. How could someone so nerdy be so...ripped? As he walked closer, I was checking him out. Then, it all stopped in two seconds.
This is the shirt he was wearing:
For some reason, I was a little offended. I don't know why. I mean, if I walked into class wearing a gay pride t-shirt, I'm pretty sure other people would get offended, too. However, I think I was upset because here I am at a school where one of the things we are taught to love one another regardless of their differences. I just felt like his message was one of inequality than equality; one of disdain rather than encouragement, or at the very least...tolerance.
Maybe I'm being way too sensitive. Maybe I'm just being a huffity puffity fluffity gay man.
Thoughts? Maybe a comment or two from the peanut gallery? Hmm?
P.S. Bonus points to whoever interprets my crazy margin drawing creature thingies!
So...I draw in the margins.
That's supposed to be a rococo dress on a woman. Not so good. The picture is pretty blurry, too.
This one is when I had a really bad day and all I could draw was...whatever. I'd like to sit down one day and analyze what all the images mean. Some are pretty straight forward.
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Now, the above picture is where the point and discussion of this post will be.
We have assigned seating in my class, and this really cute-in-a-blonde-nerdy-type-boy sits in front of me. Since it was cold last week, I had only seen him wear a coat. Today, with the 60 degree weather, he walks in wearing a really tight shirt. I was flabbergasted. How could someone so nerdy be so...ripped? As he walked closer, I was checking him out. Then, it all stopped in two seconds.
This is the shirt he was wearing:
For some reason, I was a little offended. I don't know why. I mean, if I walked into class wearing a gay pride t-shirt, I'm pretty sure other people would get offended, too. However, I think I was upset because here I am at a school where one of the things we are taught to love one another regardless of their differences. I just felt like his message was one of inequality than equality; one of disdain rather than encouragement, or at the very least...tolerance.
Maybe I'm being way too sensitive. Maybe I'm just being a huffity puffity fluffity gay man.
Thoughts? Maybe a comment or two from the peanut gallery? Hmm?
P.S. Bonus points to whoever interprets my crazy margin drawing creature thingies!
Monday, March 15, 2010
One Day...
I will wake up about thirty minutes before you. Walking down the hall, I will glance back at your slumbering body and I say to myself, "How did I ever get so lucky to be with you?"
Careful not to make too much noise, I pull out skillets from our cupboards and eggs from the refrigerator. I am a great cook so I start to whip together the perfect egg omlette. As I cook your breakfast, I hear a noise behind me and your arms wrap around me in a tender embrace.
"Good morning," you say.
I reply with a kiss.
"Please, no bacon this time," he implores as he grabs a cup of orange juice. "You now I can't stand it."
I smile at his picky eating habits and hand him his omlette.
"There's bacon in this."
"No," I say. "There isn't."
He looks me in the eye and says, "How did I ever get so lucky to be with you?"
My friends call me a hopeless romantic. Maybe I am. I am one of those people who believes that there is true love in the world, and that love should and can be experienced by anyone who pursues it. I am looking for that love.
I wonder if I will ever find it?
Careful not to make too much noise, I pull out skillets from our cupboards and eggs from the refrigerator. I am a great cook so I start to whip together the perfect egg omlette. As I cook your breakfast, I hear a noise behind me and your arms wrap around me in a tender embrace.
"Good morning," you say.
I reply with a kiss.
"Please, no bacon this time," he implores as he grabs a cup of orange juice. "You now I can't stand it."
I smile at his picky eating habits and hand him his omlette.
"There's bacon in this."
"No," I say. "There isn't."
He looks me in the eye and says, "How did I ever get so lucky to be with you?"
My friends call me a hopeless romantic. Maybe I am. I am one of those people who believes that there is true love in the world, and that love should and can be experienced by anyone who pursues it. I am looking for that love.
I wonder if I will ever find it?
Friday, March 12, 2010
Gaga has done it again.
Enjoy, Lady Gaga lovers. This one's a keeper.
I love the Tarantino (Kill Bill) and Thelma and Louise references. Brilliant!
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Kate and Contentment
This is my niece Kate. She's learning how to walk.
That's right. I'm content. I'm so grateful that my life is content right now. I have amazing friends who support me. I have parents who love me. I have siblings that care about me. I have a Father in Heaven who is always there for me. I am feeling content.
How can I hold on to this feeling?
There are hundreds of thousands, millions even, who roam this Earth in search of answers. Why do bad things happen to good people? Why is my friend dying? What is the point of all this? I guess I could respond to them with the typical gospel answer, but I don't want to.
I just want to say: There is a reason for living. All of us are here on this planet we call home for some reason. It's hard to find out that reason. Perhaps we're here just to experience life and do the best we can. Perhaps we're here to be that friend who always has an extra shoulder to cry on. Perhaps we're the people who help others appreciate what's best in them. Whatever the purpose of our existence, we are here to relish life. We are here to be enveloped in every beautiful, bittersweet moment.
One of my favorite Disney quotes: "Everybody has problems. Everybody has bad times. Do we sacrifice all the good times because of them? No."
Cherish all the bad, ugly and nasty moments. Sometimes, they make the good moments in life even better.
That's all for now.
Monday, March 8, 2010
"Where's my Vibrator?"
"How long is the wait?" I asked the waitress in the lobby of Iggy's Sports Bar.
She looked at her paper. "About 10-15 minutes."
As I was about to turn around to tell the other MoHo's who were with me, an angry woman came up to the waitress.
"Where is my vibrator?"
I looked at her, shocked.
"I didn't get a vibrator!"
The waitress and I made eye contact and we both burst out laughing. The exasperated woman looked at us and, realizing her error, blushed crimson.
"I mean, not that kind of vibrator...one that tells you...when...the table is..."
With tears in her eyes, the waitress handed her the vibrator thing.
The woman left.
The waitress and I were still laughing.
"Sorry about that," she said.
"Nope. Don't be sorry. That was the best part of my night!"
"Good. I'm glad."
Before turning to wait with the other guys I said, "Now...where's mine?"
Coming up Next: Kate
She looked at her paper. "About 10-15 minutes."
As I was about to turn around to tell the other MoHo's who were with me, an angry woman came up to the waitress.
"Where is my vibrator?"
I looked at her, shocked.
"I didn't get a vibrator!"
The waitress and I made eye contact and we both burst out laughing. The exasperated woman looked at us and, realizing her error, blushed crimson.
"I mean, not that kind of vibrator...one that tells you...when...the table is..."
With tears in her eyes, the waitress handed her the vibrator thing.
The woman left.
The waitress and I were still laughing.
"Sorry about that," she said.
"Nope. Don't be sorry. That was the best part of my night!"
"Good. I'm glad."
Before turning to wait with the other guys I said, "Now...where's mine?"
Coming up Next: Kate
Friday, March 5, 2010
As quick as it began...
...it ended even sooner.
I'm talking about the mystery man, who I still will not divulge his identity. We kissed, we held hands, we cuddled, and then...it ended. Just like that.
Honestly, I felt heart broken. I felt taken advantage of. I felt angry.
We had gone to see "The Princess and the Frog" at the dollar theatre.
It was a nice enough experience. However, we went with two other MoHos. Since affection is strong in the gay world, MM (mystery man) started to rub another MoHos back. I was a little upset. I mean, we had been seeing each other every night.
He leaned over to me. "Is this alright?"
"Y-yeah, that's fine." I said, keeping my eyes fixed on the movie screen.
When the movie was over, we went back to my place. We went to my room and we started talking and kissing intermittently.
Then, we had "the talk".
"I just don't know what to do," MM said.
"About what?"
"About life. Myself. The church."
I knew what was coming. I tried to brace myself for it.
MM sighed. "I'm not looking for a relationship."
CUE: Ton of bricks landing on my face.
I didn't say anything. I was at a loss for words. Here we were, spending every night together, talking, having fun, being close with each other and then...ye olde phrase "I just want to be your friend."
Then, we cuddled there in silence. Hot tears were running down the side of my face. MM was crying quietly on my chest.
"I just don't know what I want. I love the Church, yet I know who I am deep inside, and this feels...so right! But my whole life, I've been taught that it's wrong."
"Don't you feel happy with me?"
"I do, and that is what confuses me."
As we sat there in the darkness, tears on both of our faces, an anger that I had never felt before began to surge inside of me. How could my Heavenly Father want to see two of His sons feel this way? Does He enjoy seeing His children crying together because they both want something they can "never" have?
The concept of being gay and being in the Church is difficult for me to wrap my mind around. I haven't decided what I want to do. All I know is that I am looking for a relationship and MM wasn't.
Now, flash forward three days:
I'm not as angry as I was. I'm not as sad as I was. MM said,
Aristotle said, "Happiness is the meaning and the purpose of life, the whole aim and end of human existence". It's true. We are designed both physically and spiritually to want to be happy; to experience the beautiful life that we have all been endowed with. I am looking and searching for happiness, and one day...I will find it.
I forgive you, MM. And yes, we can be friends.
Coming up next: "Where's my vibrator?"
I'm talking about the mystery man, who I still will not divulge his identity. We kissed, we held hands, we cuddled, and then...it ended. Just like that.
Honestly, I felt heart broken. I felt taken advantage of. I felt angry.
We had gone to see "The Princess and the Frog" at the dollar theatre.
It was a nice enough experience. However, we went with two other MoHos. Since affection is strong in the gay world, MM (mystery man) started to rub another MoHos back. I was a little upset. I mean, we had been seeing each other every night.
He leaned over to me. "Is this alright?"
"Y-yeah, that's fine." I said, keeping my eyes fixed on the movie screen.
When the movie was over, we went back to my place. We went to my room and we started talking and kissing intermittently.
Then, we had "the talk".
"I just don't know what to do," MM said.
"About what?"
"About life. Myself. The church."
I knew what was coming. I tried to brace myself for it.
MM sighed. "I'm not looking for a relationship."
CUE: Ton of bricks landing on my face.
I didn't say anything. I was at a loss for words. Here we were, spending every night together, talking, having fun, being close with each other and then...ye olde phrase "I just want to be your friend."
Then, we cuddled there in silence. Hot tears were running down the side of my face. MM was crying quietly on my chest.
"I just don't know what I want. I love the Church, yet I know who I am deep inside, and this feels...so right! But my whole life, I've been taught that it's wrong."
"Don't you feel happy with me?"
"I do, and that is what confuses me."
As we sat there in the darkness, tears on both of our faces, an anger that I had never felt before began to surge inside of me. How could my Heavenly Father want to see two of His sons feel this way? Does He enjoy seeing His children crying together because they both want something they can "never" have?
The concept of being gay and being in the Church is difficult for me to wrap my mind around. I haven't decided what I want to do. All I know is that I am looking for a relationship and MM wasn't.
Now, flash forward three days:
I'm not as angry as I was. I'm not as sad as I was. MM said,
"People tell me if I get involved with a man that there will always be something missing that I can feel in my soul. That would probably be the church. But right now, I already feel like I'm missing something, and that is someone who I truly feel comfortable with in every way and actually loved. I feel like either way, I am losing. And I shouldn't be losing. The reason for my existence is to find happiness."
Aristotle said, "Happiness is the meaning and the purpose of life, the whole aim and end of human existence". It's true. We are designed both physically and spiritually to want to be happy; to experience the beautiful life that we have all been endowed with. I am looking and searching for happiness, and one day...I will find it.
I forgive you, MM. And yes, we can be friends.
Coming up next: "Where's my vibrator?"
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
My Resignation
Andy Foree has a very special announcement to make: He is no longer President!
That's right, you've all heard it here first. Andy is no longer President of the Virgin Lips Club!
Here's the story, in all it's glory.
Once upon a time, there was a young man who had only been to one Moho gathering in his entire life: A Matis Fireside. Two years later, this highly attractive young man went to eat dinner with other Moho's at The Mayan. Then, this young hot, sexy man told himself, "You know what? I need to put myself out there. No more hiding in my closet. No more being sad."
So, the handsome man went to another Moho party on Saturday night, this time at the house of Scott.
When the debonair man walked into the home, he recognized no faces. Therefore, he knew he had to make friends. He went straight for the table where everyone else was sitting, sat down, and started to make great conversation.
Across the table was another attractive young man, who kept on flashing his beautiful eyes in his direction. Their eyes met, and they began to talk. The first young man could tell that the second young man was funny, smart, witty, and intelligent: all traits that are very important to have.
When the entire group moved to the couch to be more comfortable, the first young man and the man who was eyeing him from across the table sat next to each other.
When the evening was over, the second young man offered to take the first young man home.....bleh. I'm tired of writing in a stupid fairy tale style.
Anyway, so this guy (I'm not saying his name just in case if he doesn't want to be known) took me home and we talked the entire way back. We held hands, too. It was a lovely night.
When we got to my house, I said "Well, I guess this is it. See ya later." I thought the next time I would see him would be at another Moho party.
"But," he implored, "I don't want this night to end."
"Well, we could go inside to watch a movie."
So, we went inside and watched The Lion King. We cuddled. We held hands. And then, it happened: my first real kiss. It was great. It was warm. It was slimy. It was nice. It was happy. It was real. It was fantastic. And most importantly, it was right. Or, rather, it felt right. The entire night, for the first time in ages, I felt right. I didn't feel wrong, I didn't feel broken, I didn't feel ostracized, I didn't feel like a walking sin. It all felt right, normal, and natural.
So, there you have it: the story of my first kiss. Clearly, other kisses followed since I have seen this mystery man every day since that party. I'm kinda nervous to publish this...but...I have no need to censor my blog.
There you have it, world! Andy Foree is no longer a lip virgin!
That's right, you've all heard it here first. Andy is no longer President of the Virgin Lips Club!
Here's the story, in all it's glory.
Once upon a time, there was a young man who had only been to one Moho gathering in his entire life: A Matis Fireside. Two years later, this highly attractive young man went to eat dinner with other Moho's at The Mayan. Then, this young hot, sexy man told himself, "You know what? I need to put myself out there. No more hiding in my closet. No more being sad."
So, the handsome man went to another Moho party on Saturday night, this time at the house of Scott.
When the debonair man walked into the home, he recognized no faces. Therefore, he knew he had to make friends. He went straight for the table where everyone else was sitting, sat down, and started to make great conversation.
Across the table was another attractive young man, who kept on flashing his beautiful eyes in his direction. Their eyes met, and they began to talk. The first young man could tell that the second young man was funny, smart, witty, and intelligent: all traits that are very important to have.
When the entire group moved to the couch to be more comfortable, the first young man and the man who was eyeing him from across the table sat next to each other.
When the evening was over, the second young man offered to take the first young man home.....bleh. I'm tired of writing in a stupid fairy tale style.
Anyway, so this guy (I'm not saying his name just in case if he doesn't want to be known) took me home and we talked the entire way back. We held hands, too. It was a lovely night.
When we got to my house, I said "Well, I guess this is it. See ya later." I thought the next time I would see him would be at another Moho party.
"But," he implored, "I don't want this night to end."
"Well, we could go inside to watch a movie."
So, we went inside and watched The Lion King. We cuddled. We held hands. And then, it happened: my first real kiss. It was great. It was warm. It was slimy. It was nice. It was happy. It was real. It was fantastic. And most importantly, it was right. Or, rather, it felt right. The entire night, for the first time in ages, I felt right. I didn't feel wrong, I didn't feel broken, I didn't feel ostracized, I didn't feel like a walking sin. It all felt right, normal, and natural.
So, there you have it: the story of my first kiss. Clearly, other kisses followed since I have seen this mystery man every day since that party. I'm kinda nervous to publish this...but...I have no need to censor my blog.
There you have it, world! Andy Foree is no longer a lip virgin!
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