i love straight people because i’ll be doubting my sexuality then talk to straight people for 2 seconds and get struck by a bolt of queerness so strong it powers me for the rest of the semester. god bless
I’ve been listening to a lot of Gaga lately, during work, when I’m resting, when I’m working out and I can’t help but feel the feelings I had back in high school, when I was back home in San Diego. To be a young, queer teen and not know the world, but only understand the world through a singular gaga/xena obsessed lens…
Those feelings of angst, of anxiety, of tumblr…oh gosh. I miss home, I miss what it used to be, and I miss what I experienced there and I know that going back will not bring back the same memories or experiences.
BTW, I’m going back to San Diego for two months with my wife. I never realized how much I truly miss home and I think I try to suppress those feelings. I tell my wife that I don’t ever want to live back in San Diego…but why? This is something even I can’t figure out. Is it fear? Is it anxiety?
I miss being young, careless, and wild. I miss being confused (at times) and figuring my self out. I don’t miss the heartache or being poor. I just miss how sunny and calm San Diego felt to me.
hi! I know I’m not on here often, but I am alive and well. Working on buying a house. New job. The world feels great, trying to motivate my body and mind. I need to finish the year strong.
