He wanted to take me out to lunch so we went to this lamp shop that had swanky new styles antiques and old ones alike for god knows who would buy for the prices, but in the back of the store was this humble cafe where he bought me a latte and we shared a sandwich. 

I always eat the pickle when we share a plate, we both know this. So I’m eating my pickle  ( which was really both of ours but totally mine) and somehow while I’m in the depth of conversation I’m going to set it back on my plate but it slips from my fingers and falls right into my coffee cup and I just stop what I’m saying and look at him with an absolute blank expression and he looks at me like did you really just drop a fuckin pickle in your latte? And I reach in casually and release my pickle dripping with hot milk onto my plate and carrying on my conversation and he busts out laughing in this cafe and people are staring but I don’t care because it’s the best kind of laugh. I swallowed my pride and ate the rest of the pickle. It was still good. He was such a trooper the rest of the afternoon. Listening and watching and talking about all the cute things we saw and how our hearts crumpled onto the floor when we saw the little baby corgi outside the antiques store and he clutched at his heart awing for her. 

He drove me back to my car because I had to park several blocks from our destination because I get panicky with all the one way streets and if I see an open spot in a back ally I will take it because it gives me time to park without worrying about oncoming traffic. He gives me a kiss and tells me he loves me; he does that first thing every morning you know, tells me good morning, I love you, I hope your day goes well!  I usually look at the words sleepily and roll over but I appreciate it so much, those are the little things that make so much of a difference.  

Goodmorning.
I love you.
I hope your day goes well. 
❤️

He wanted to take me out to lunch so we went to this lamp shop that had swanky new styles antiques and old ones alike for god knows who would buy for the prices, but in the back of the store was this humble cafe where he bought me a latte and we shared a sandwich.

I always eat the pickle when we share a plate, we both know this. So I’m eating my pickle ( which was really both of ours but totally mine) and somehow while I’m in the depth of conversation I’m going to set it back on my plate but it slips from my fingers and falls right into my coffee cup and I just stop what I’m saying and look at him with an absolute blank expression and he looks at me like did you really just drop a fuckin pickle in your latte? And I reach in casually and release my pickle dripping with hot milk onto my plate and carrying on my conversation and he busts out laughing in this cafe and people are staring but I don’t care because it’s the best kind of laugh. I swallowed my pride and ate the rest of the pickle. It was still good. He was such a trooper the rest of the afternoon. Listening and watching and talking about all the cute things we saw and how our hearts crumpled onto the floor when we saw the little baby corgi outside the antiques store and he clutched at his heart awing for her.

He drove me back to my car because I had to park several blocks from our destination because I get panicky with all the one way streets and if I see an open spot in a back ally I will take it because it gives me time to park without worrying about oncoming traffic. He gives me a kiss and tells me he loves me; he does that first thing every morning you know, tells me good morning, I love you, I hope your day goes well! I usually look at the words sleepily and roll over but I appreciate it so much, those are the little things that make so much of a difference.

Goodmorning.
I love you.
I hope your day goes well.
❤️

All I want on my death bed is a bunch of cocks.

All I want on my death bed is a bunch of cocks.

A: I’m wearing my friend Mary’s booty shorts that are so short my underwear show, and her rainbow California shit because my clothes got dye all over them and needed to be washed.  

B: it’s really hard to take full body selfies without a full body mirror

C: this is a whole new level of homosexual for me.

A: I’m wearing my friend Mary’s booty shorts that are so short my underwear show, and her rainbow California shit because my clothes got dye all over them and needed to be washed.

B: it’s really hard to take full body selfies without a full body mirror

C: this is a whole new level of homosexual for me.

Baths are fucking amazing. There is no doubt about it.  

I burned some sage in my little pyramid incense burner and put a Phoenix rising bath bomb in.

Baths are fucking amazing. There is no doubt about it.

I burned some sage in my little pyramid incense burner and put a Phoenix rising bath bomb in.

Dinner night with this guy in the thunderstorm.
:)
hell yes for egg drop soup!

Dinner night with this guy in the thunderstorm.

:)

hell yes for egg drop soup!

New bathroom decor.

New bathroom decor.

Wynn and I being a framable Gay couple on the Mountain.

Wynn and I being a framable Gay couple on the Mountain.

This I will never forget-

So moments ago, upon telling my grandma that I was gay, and what her opinion about having a boyfriend over for dinner was, she said this-

" Oh honey, You’re totally welcome to have someone over, but I haven’t the slightest idea what I would cook y’all for dinner…"

and that ladies and gentlemen, is the end of another chapter.

My Sexuality sometimes feels like a tide, coming in with this confidence, assurance that I am strong and proud. Only to be pulled back, exposing, drying me out to a weakness where I wish not to feel like an Ocean anymore. It is vast and terrifying, but thrilling.
letmejusttellyou:

theoriginalsettler:

Please welcome Lil Kim, P!nk, Christina Aguilera and Mya. Handpainted by Blake & Tyler.

So this has been happening.

letmejusttellyou:

theoriginalsettler:

Please welcome Lil Kim, P!nk, Christina Aguilera and Mya. Handpainted by Blake & Tyler.

So this has been happening.

nerdlyme:

A Soldier Coming Out to his Father Two Hours After the Permanent Removal of Don’t Ask Don’t Tell.

I was in tears watching this the other day. Having been through this, I felt every emotion along with him. My heart was beating so fast and it dropped as soon as he said “I’m Gay.” It was the hardest moment of my life-and most likely the hardest of his. I can’t think about it for too long or I’ll start crying again, ha.

So when I was speaking of my friend Miguel and how he is a painter, this is what I am talking about.
one of many of his amazing pieces.

So when I was speaking of my friend Miguel and how he is a painter, this is what I am talking about.

one of many of his amazing pieces.