A new fan of OLGINYC commented reminding us that actions are better than words. I cannot agree with him more, still I find that the It Gets Better Videos are beacons of hope for individuals who cannot find a person to help them.
President Barack Obama
Secretary of State, Hillary Clinton
And the Latest from Pixar
Sometimes when I touch down in a NYC airport songs float through my mind like I’m listening to a soundtrack. Sometimes it’s The Beastie Boys, “No Sleep ‘Til Brooklyn” sometimes it’s JayZ with “Empire State of Mind” and yesterday it was ole Blue Eyes himself with the best love song to the City that Never Sleeps, “New York, New York.”
Mirs came home with me and met my nephews, sister, and parents. They even broke their “no sleeping in the same bed because you’re not married rule” on the second night. It was purely circumstantial, my youngest nephew was allowed to sleep through his usual two-hour nap until around 11PM when he awoke wide-eyed, talkative with no hope of falling back to sleep. I was grumpy with our early morning flight weighing on my mind and between my child-like pouting and whining and the little one’s energy my mother said, “Just sleep in the same room” so we did. Sleep. No touching, I barely kissed her. I mean, it should be a thrill doing it in your parents…I can’t even finish that statement, it sort of gave me the willies.
There was nothing in my 31-year-old body that made me even remotely turned on about the prospect of doin’ the dirty in mom’s bed. Because it’s now my mom’s bed, because they’ve probably done it on there, because their room was only a whisper away, because I felt really uncomfortable. I dunno, maybe when I’m older it’ll be more of a thrill, or if I were older but at 31 the idea of getting down with my parents around wasn’t sexy, it was nerve-wracking so instead we snuggled a bit and fell asleep in the giant cloud that is my mattress that I spent big bucks on but wouldn’t fit in my car when I moved to NYC so now it’s my mom’s bed bed.
If you’re a closeted LGBTQ person and you’re ready to come out to the world, today is your day! If you’re not ready, it’s okay, don’t worry when you’re ready we’ll be here waiting for you. Unless your Queen Latifah, in which case, give it up already and join the fold publicly.
It’s still happening. Day after Day children are being harassed, assaulted, bullied and driven to the edge. Too many children and young adults have ended their lives because they can’t take it any more.
My buddy Quinn made a video for the It Gets Better Project.
Is “You can never have too much sex!” An accurate statement? How much sex is too much sex and How much sex is too little. It’s subjective, clearly and I don’t have a real answer, only rhetorical questions I’ll assume you will all answer.
Is sex a barometer of your relationship. ie. If you have a lot of sex, your relationship is good and if you don’t have a lot of sex your relationship is bad. My theory is that’s it’s really situational.
Let’s say you have sex every day but your relationship is shit otherwise. You and your partner don’t communicate well, you argue when you’re not having sex, you don’t have much in common other than the sex and you’re not connected in any way. At times the sex is amazing; earth shattering, mind blowing, multi-orgasmic. Other times it’s just okay, you both know every move and you’re working on an orgasm quick as possible.
On the other hand, let’s say you have an amazing relationship with your partner where you communicate in a real, sincere way. You argue but over normal things, not just to bitch and moan. You’re connected to your partner and you have tons in common. You and your partner have sex, just not every day, or every week, or every month. When you do have sex though it’s always amazing. You have not just one orgasm, not just three, you have at least a half dozen and you have sex multiple times for that stint.
Which scenario is best?
Today I got an insulting e-mail from a relative that I haven’t seen since I was a preteen and haven’t talked to since last Holiday season. I won’t go into the gory details but let’s just say that it ended with my deleting of his “friendship” on Facebook and the removal of his information from my phone.
That’s all that I’ve got right now. I’m in DC at another more loving, more understanding, more welcoming cousin’s house.
Yes, that’s right. Working for the grocer finally took its toll on my old-for-a-thirty-year-old back. I spent an hour in the doctor’s office today and have a referral to a specialist on Thursday. Truth be told, it’s not nearly as bad as it was a few days ago. I can actually reach down to tie my shoes without shooting pains up my back and sitting is comfortable again. Still, because I’ve had to miss work I have to wait for the specialist to give me the OK to head back in.
On the bright side, I can get my apartment organized, get some writing done, and catch up on some reality TV via the computer! There are a few changes afoot, one of which is my new blog dedicated solely to my Jewish journey http://blackgayandjewish.wordpress.com/ so make sure you check it out and tell all of your black, gay, and/or jewish friends to do so as well. I’ve been hammering out my memoir, of the same title, and feeling extremely good about it. And my little blog here has been getting some mentions on other blogs as well. Overall, my writing hiatus has been positive. Now, hopefully they’ll give me some drugs 😉
Taking a little break from blogging for a bit. My job is a little, taxing. At the moment I’m working the over night shift. 10pm-8am which leaves my body tired, drained and my brain is turning to mush. I’ll be back writing when I’m awake when folks are awake and asleep when folks are asleep (at least in the Eastern Time Zone)
While I’m gone, here are a few things you can do to bide your time
1. Re Read some older blogs. Wouldn’t it be cool to start at the beginning and read all of my blogs in order?
2. Tell your friends about my blog. I’m trying to get 31,000 readers by my 31st birthday.
3. Find me a literary agent. I need an agent, something fierce, if I’m going to get this book published when I’m finished writing it.
4. Plant something. It’s the end of the growing season here in NYC but herbs and lettuces and some squash varieties would be perfect!
5. Go tell your friends about my blog.
See you in a week!
I’ve been writing OhiolezgirlinNYC for some time now. I love my devoted readers. Thank you, and you, oh and you, too! I’d love to have more!! So here’s the challenge. I want to get at least (ideally more) 31,000 hits on my blog before my 31st birthday in October. Spread the word, tell your friends, tell your mama and your papa, too! I know we can do it!!
Yesterday my BFF sold me her Bianchi San Jose. It’s only a year old and has stuff that Mirs and Dez talk about like gear heads. Things that I don’t understand or care to understand. They tooled around fixing up my new bike; changing the gears, rotating tires, checking air pressure. While I gave them beers and played on the internet.
I rode with them to the DOBC Party at Beast in Brooklyn and today Mirs and I are riding around the city.