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Saturday the 31st of October, 2009

Working on something new.

I’ve been thinking about a new site or array of new sites.  I want to get back into the daily/weekly blog postings and ramblings in the hopes that doing so will encourage further poetry writing as well.

I’m envisioning two separate sites with a move of the poetry to a dedicated poetry site and the ramblings on their own as well.  Opinions anyone??  Does anyone still stick around here at all??

Sunday the 12th of October, 2008

Still Remembering…

Tribute to Matthew Shepard (Flash File)

My son Matthew did not look like a winner. After all, he was small for his age—weighing, at the most, 110 pounds, and standing only 5’2” tall. He was rather uncoordinated and wore braces from the age of 13 until the day he died. However, in his all too brief life, he proved that he was a winner. My son—a gentle, caring soul—proved that he was as tough as, if not tougher than, anyone I have ever heard of or known. On October 6, 1998, my son tried to show the world that he could win again. On October 12, 1998, my first-born son—and my hero—lost. On October 12, my first-born son—and my hero— died 50 days before his 22nd birthday. He died quietly, surrounded by family and friends, with his mother and brother holding his hand. All that I have left
now are the memories....

Matt officially died at 12:53 a.m. on Monday, October 12, 1998, in a hospital in Fort Collins, Colorado. He actually died on the outskirts of Laramie tied to a fence that Wednesday before, when you beat him. You, Mr. McKinney, with your friend Mr. Henderson, killed my son....

By the end of the beating, his body was just trying to survive. You left him out there by himself, but he wasn’t alone. There were his lifelong friends with him—friends that he had grown up with. You’re probably wondering who these friends were. First, he had the beautiful night sky with the same stars and moon that we used to look at through a telescope. Then, he had the daylight and the sun to shine on him one more time—one more cool, wonderful autumn day in Wyoming. His last day alive in Wyoming. His last day alive in the state that he always proudly called home. And through it all he was breathing in for the last time the smell of Wyoming sagebrush and the scent of pine trees from the snowy range. He heard the wind—the ever-present Wyoming wind—for the last time. He had one more friend with him. One he grew to know through his time in Sunday school and as an acolyte at St. Mark’s in Casper as well as through his visits to St. Matthew’s in Laramie. He had God....

I feel better knowing he wasn’t alone....

Mr. McKinney, one final comment before I sit, and this is the reason that I stand before you now. At no time since Matt was found at the fence and taken to the hospital have Judy and I made any statements about our beliefs concerning the death penalty. We felt that that would be an undue influence on any prospective juror. Judy has been quoted by some right-wing groups as being against the death penalty. It has been stated that Matt was against the death penalty. Both of these statements are wrong. We have held family discussions and talked about the death penalty. Matt believed that there were incidents and crimes that justified the death penalty. For example, he and I discussed the horrible death of James Byrd, Jr. in Jasper, Texas. It was his opinion that the death penalty should be sought and that no expense should be spared to bring those responsible for this murder to justice. Little did we know that the same response would come about involving Matt. I, too, believe in the death penalty. I would like nothing better than to see you die, Mr. McKinney. However, this is the time to begin the healing process. To show mercy to someone who refused to show any mercy. To use this as the first step in my own closure about losing Matt. Mr. McKinney, I am not doing this because of your family. I am definitely not doing this because of the crass and unwarranted pressures put on by the religious community. If anything, that hardens my resolve to see you die. Mr. McKinney, I’m going to grant you life, as hard as that is for me to do, because of Matthew. Every time you celebrate Christmas, a birthday, or the Fourth of July, remember that Matt isn’t. Every time that you wake up in that prison cell, remember that you had the opportunity and the ability to stop your actions that night. Every time that you see your cell mate, remember that you had a choice, and now you are living that choice. You robbed me of something very precious, and I will never forgive you for that. Mr. McKinney, I give you life in the memory of one who no longer lives. May you have a long life, and may you thank Matthew every day for it.

Full Excerpt after the Break.

Scarecrow via Melissa Etheridge

Showers of your crimson blood
Seep into a nation calling up a flood
Of narrow minds who legislate
Thinly veiled intolerance
Bigotry and hate

But they tortured and burned you
They beat you and they tied you
They left you cold and breathing
For love they crucified you

I can’t forget hard as I try
This silhouette against the sky

Scarecrow crying
Waiting to die wondering why
Scarecrow trying
Angels will hold carry your soul away

This was our brother
This was our son
This shepherd young and mild
This unassuming one
We all gasp this can’t happen here
We’re all much too civilized
Where can these monsters hide

But they are knocking on our front door
They’re rocking in our cradles
They’re preaching in our churches
And eating at our tables

I search my soul
My heart and in my mind
To try and find forgiveness
This is someone child
With pain unreconciled
Filled up with father’s hate
Mother’s neglect
I can forgive But I will not forget

Scarecrow crying
Waiting to die wondering why
Scarecrow trying
Rising above all in the name of love

The rest of the story...

Sunday the 7th of October, 2007

Always Remember…

Tribute to Matthew Shepard (Flash File)

My son Matthew did not look like a winner. After all, he was small for his age—weighing, at the most, 110 pounds, and standing only 5’2” tall. He was rather uncoordinated and wore braces from the age of 13 until the day he died. However, in his all too brief life, he proved that he was a winner. My son—a gentle, caring soul—proved that he was as tough as, if not tougher than, anyone I have ever heard of or known. On October 6, 1998, my son tried to show the world that he could win again. On October 12, 1998, my first-born son—and my hero—lost. On October 12, my first-born son—and my hero— died 50 days before his 22nd birthday. He died quietly, surrounded by family and friends, with his mother and brother holding his hand. All that I have left
now are the memories....

Matt officially died at 12:53 a.m. on Monday, October 12, 1998, in a hospital in Fort Collins, Colorado. He actually died on the outskirts of Laramie tied to a fence that Wednesday before, when you beat him. You, Mr. McKinney, with your friend Mr. Henderson, killed my son....

By the end of the beating, his body was just trying to survive. You left him out there by himself, but he wasn’t alone. There were his lifelong friends with him—friends that he had grown up with. You’re probably wondering who these friends were. First, he had the beautiful night sky with the same stars and moon that we used to look at through a telescope. Then, he had the daylight and the sun to shine on him one more time—one more cool, wonderful autumn day in Wyoming. His last day alive in Wyoming. His last day alive in the state that he always proudly called home. And through it all he was breathing in for the last time the smell of Wyoming sagebrush and the scent of pine trees from the snowy range. He heard the wind—the ever-present Wyoming wind—for the last time. He had one more friend with him. One he grew to know through his time in Sunday school and as an acolyte at St. Mark’s in Casper as well as through his visits to St. Matthew’s in Laramie. He had God....

I feel better knowing he wasn’t alone....

Mr. McKinney, one final comment before I sit, and this is the reason that I stand before you now. At no time since Matt was found at the fence and taken to the hospital have Judy and I made any statements about our beliefs concerning the death penalty. We felt that that would be an undue influence on any prospective juror. Judy has been quoted by some right-wing groups as being against the death penalty. It has been stated that Matt was against the death penalty. Both of these statements are wrong. We have held family discussions and talked about the death penalty. Matt believed that there were incidents and crimes that justified the death penalty. For example, he and I discussed the horrible death of James Byrd, Jr. in Jasper, Texas. It was his opinion that the death penalty should be sought and that no expense should be spared to bring those responsible for this murder to justice. Little did we know that the same response would come about involving Matt. I, too, believe in the death penalty. I would like nothing better than to see you die, Mr. McKinney. However, this is the time to begin the healing process. To show mercy to someone who refused to show any mercy. To use this as the first step in my own closure about losing Matt. Mr. McKinney, I am not doing this because of your family. I am definitely not doing this because of the crass and unwarranted pressures put on by the religious community. If anything, that hardens my resolve to see you die. Mr. McKinney, I’m going to grant you life, as hard as that is for me to do, because of Matthew. Every time you celebrate Christmas, a birthday, or the Fourth of July, remember that Matt isn’t. Every time that you wake up in that prison cell, remember that you had the opportunity and the ability to stop your actions that night. Every time that you see your cell mate, remember that you had a choice, and now you are living that choice. You robbed me of something very precious, and I will never forgive you for that. Mr. McKinney, I give you life in the memory of one who no longer lives. May you have a long life, and may you thank Matthew every day for it.

Full Excerpt after the Break.

Scarecrow via Melissa Etheridge

Showers of your crimson blood
Seep into a nation calling up a flood
Of narrow minds who legislate
Thinly veiled intolerance
Bigotry and hate

But they tortured and burned you
They beat you and they tied you
They left you cold and breathing
For love they crucified you

I can’t forget hard as I try
This silhouette against the sky

Scarecrow crying
Waiting to die wondering why
Scarecrow trying
Angels will hold carry your soul away

This was our brother
This was our son
This shepherd young and mild
This unassuming one
We all gasp this can’t happen here
We’re all much too civilized
Where can these monsters hide

But they are knocking on our front door
They’re rocking in our cradles
They’re preaching in our churches
And eating at our tables

I search my soul
My heart and in my mind
To try and find forgiveness
This is someone child
With pain unreconciled
Filled up with father’s hate
Mother’s neglect
I can forgive But I will not forget

Scarecrow crying
Waiting to die wondering why
Scarecrow trying
Rising above all in the name of love

The rest of the story...

Tuesday the 29th of August, 2006

No Compromise

I recently listened to a series of insightful lectures on the American Civil War given by Dr. Gary Gallagher, a professor of History at the University of Virginia. Early on, Dr. Gallagher analyzed the failure of America’s political leadership to find a compromise on slavery in the days and years leading up to secession and the catastrophic and bloody war. There was the careful attempt to admit to the Union, in tandem, one slave state and one free state to insure the balance of power in the Senate. Henry Clay of Kentucky, the “great compromiser” helped to work out the division of Western territory so that this balance was to be preserved “in perpetuity.” Slavery, however, was not a political battle that could ultimately be negotiated; it was rather a moral battle that did not lend itself to compromise. It pitted a new consciousness against a dying definition. Slavery could not be partially moral or moral under some circumstances. It was either moral or immoral. There was no middle ground.

In the slavery debate, those who shared the new consciousness were quite clear. Human beings cannot be held in bondage. This new consciousness challenged those definitions, which suggested that some people did not qualify as human beings; that some people were primitive, childlike, created to be subservient, and were, therefore, fit for nothing other than manual labor. Within that definition, slavery was deemed to be morally acceptable and those who held this position actually believed that slavery was virtuous, since the slaves were assumed to be receiving the benefits of better health, longer life and wonderful new opportunities in “a civilized and Christian land.” These arguments sound strange, even hostile, to us today but ideas of racial superiority were still a powerful force in the Western world as late as the 20th century, fueling World War II, that cost the lives of over one hundred million people.

I thought about this period of history as I read of my own church, the Anglican Communion, seeking a way, “for the sake of unity,” to accommodate divergent opinions on the issue of homosexuality. The Church’s leadership is acting as if negotiation is possible in this conflict, yet the obvious fact is that homosexuality, like slavery, is a moral issue and thus not amenable to compromise. Once again today’s debate pits an emerging consciousness against a dying definition. The old definition asserts that homosexuality is a choice that evil, perverted or subhuman people make. It cannot, therefore, be tolerated.

People whose depravity causes them to choose “this lifestyle” must be converted or removed lest they destroy the social order; if they are homosexual because of a mental illness, they must be cured or isolated lest they infect the health of all our citizens. That is the definition, stated honestly but more baldly than its proponents will appreciate, that is held by those who call themselves conservative or traditional Christians. I suspect, based on the results of our recent election, that they are a majority in the body politic of America at this moment. They are, however, a frightened majority because every statistical study indicates that this point of view is declining. To defend this position by claiming that the refusal to accept this perspective will destroy “the unity of the Church,” is a breathtakingly bankrupt idea. Trapped inside dying definitions, these Christians assume that not to agree with them places their critics on the side of immorality and moral anarchy.

The emerging new consciousness, on the other hand, rejects every part of that definition. It asserts that homosexual people are neither morally depraved nor mentally sick, since one’s sexual orientation is not a choice; but something to which one awakens. It is like the dawning realization that one is male or female, part of a particular race or nation or even right or left-handed. A just and moral society cannot be erected on a premise that some human beings are subhuman or perverted, not on the basis of their doing but on the basis of their being. It matters not what any source of ancient wisdom has previously declared.

The Bible, for example, was once quoted to support slavery, to oppose science and to prevent women from achieving equality. On every one of those issues the Bible was quite simply wrong. To quote it now to uphold the evil of homophobia is no less wrong. These efforts will fail as they always do. The ultimate tragedy is, however, that some church leaders, ever on the wrong side of great moral questions of history, never seem to learn history’s lesson that any prejudice once publicly challenged by a new consciousness is doomed.

As I survey the debate on this issue in all parts of the Christian tradition, a tragic failure of leadership is once again depressingly obvious. The Roman Catholic hierarchy simply takes the old definition and labors first to defang it and then to perfume it. They call homosexuality “unnatural,” or “a deviation,” urging that it be suppressed wherever possible and controlled where not possible.
Homosexuality, however, has now been incontrovertibly identified as present in the world of higher mammals. It also appears to be a stable and unchanging percentage of the human ran race at all times and in all places. These data suggest that homosexuality is not unnatural at all but is a minority aspect of the created order that appears quite normally in all higher forms of life. Furthermore, this negativity in the Roman Catholic tradition is without character since it is both known and privately acknowledged that a major percentage of Roman Catholic clergy throughout history, including today, have been and are gay males.

To watch the leaders of this church condemn that which is a fact in the lives of its cardinals, bishops and priests is either dishonest or an act of unconscious psychological denial.

The evangelical and fundamentalist churches proclaim that these definitions of antiquity embody the eternal truth of God and any attempt to change them is either the work of Satan or a godless secular spirit that is challenging the word of God in the name of immorality. Yet the new consciousness is dawning there too. As long ago as 1988, the Southern Baptist Convention voted by over a 90% majority to “reaffirm” its condemnation of homosexuality as “behavior repugnant to God” and “condemned by scripture.” They seemed not to recognize that any definition that has to be reaffirmed is no longer holding. The only questions are how protracted will the debate be and how many people will be hurt before that prejudice dies. When anyone seeks to protect a dying definition, failure is inevitable.

The leaders of the mainline churches, aware of the new consciousness, pretend that some compromise is possible. They seek to protect unity by attempting to civilize the debate until a new consensus arrives. They count “the unity of the church” as a worthy goal even as that forced unity violates that Institution’s integrity. Can you imagine that part of the Church that said no to slavery being asked to apologize for upsetting the consciences of the slaveholders? Can you imagine Church leaders saying to slaveholders, “we will not challenge the morality of your decisions about slaves because we would rather keep our faith community united?” Can you imagine coddling slaveholders so that they will not separate themselves in schism from the Church? Can anyone imagine any slave-holding church claiming to be the body of Christ?

Yet if you substitute the word homosexuality for the word slavery, that is what is present today in the main line churches. If homosexuality is a given not a chosen way of life, the continued violation of gay and lesbian people, in order to preserve unity with the Church’s homophobic constituency, is simply immoral. Not to bear corporate witness to those who still languish in the dying definitions of the past is to turn one’s back on the very meaning of the Christ. Do we imagine that Jesus’ invitation was, “Come unto me, some of ye.” instead of “Come unto me, all ye?” Can any Church discriminate against any child of God and still sing, “Just as I am, without one plea, O Lamb of God, I come”?

Slavery could not be compromised in the 19th century because slavery was finally understood as a moral issue. Homosexuality cannot be compromised in the 21st century because it too is a moral issue. To the threats of parts of the Christian Church to leave if homosexual people are welcomed fully without any distinction, the body of Christ must be prepared to say, “That is your choice but we do not compromise truth to comfort you in your prejudice. The Church’s doors will be open when your consciousness is finally formed and you decide to return, but we will not reject homosexuals now to avoid offending you. If the essence of our Christ is summed up in words that John’s Gospel attributes to him, “I have come that they may have life and have it abundantly,” then the choice is clear. Homophobia diminishes life; it does not make it more abundant. It must be ended; it cannot be tolerated even by making it kinder and gentler.

To the leaders of the Churches today I say: “Stop playing ecclesiastical games. Compromising truth never serves the cause of unity. The call of Christ is not to be all things to all people. The time for negotiating and compromising is over. It matters not if you are the Pope, the Archbishop of Canterbury or one of the heads of the various national and international bodies of Christians around the world, both the moral integrity of the Christ you claim to serve and your ability to speak for Christ on any other issue are at stake. There is no room for waffling on this moral imperative. The idea that you will allow politicians to advocate placing discrimination against homosexual persons into the Constitution of this country, while your voices are either in agreement or remain deafeningly silent, is an embarrassment. If it takes a split in the body of Christ to make this generation understand that homosexuality, like slavery, is a non-debatable, moral issue, then for God’s sake, for Christ’s sake, you must be willing to pay that price.”

-- John Shelby Spong

Wednesday the 19th of July, 2006

I’m the guy who…

I’m the guy who will text you every single morning and tell you good morning and every single night to tell you sweet dreams.

I’m the guy who will hold you when you’re crying and wipe away your tears.

I’m the guy who won’t pressure you to do things you dont want to.

I’m the guy who will show up at your house with soup and a movie when you aren’t feeling well.

I’m the guy who kisses you on the forehead.

I’m the guy who doesnt kiss and tell.

I’m the guy who actually listens to you when you talk.

I’m the guy who’s excited all day because im looking forward to our date that night.

I’m the guy who is content to just be able to hold you and wants nothing more.

I’m the guy who can’t help but smile when you walk into the room.

I’m the guy who’s perfectly content with staying in and watching movies and cuddling.

I’m the guy who won’t lie to you about where he’s going or where he’s been or who he’s been with.

I’m the guy who gets butterflies when he hears your name.

I’m the guy who’s not afraid to tell his friends he loves you.

I’m the guy who doesnt mess with other guys when I have you.

I’m the guy who doesn’t care about your imperfections and loves you more for them.

I’m the guy who will hold you while we watch the sunset.

I’M THE GUY WHO REALLY WANTS TO MAKE YOU THE HAPPIEST GUY IN THE WORLD.

I AM THIS GUY.... one of many.... who always ends up loosing him to the jerks who’ll treat him like crap and are “too good of a friend” to date.

Wednesday the 28th of June, 2006

About a Poet

TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF - The Survey
Name:	RK
Birthday:	03/25/1978
Birthplace:	Panama City, FL
Current Location:	Birmingham, AL
Eye Color:	Brown
Hair Color:	Brown
Height:	5’ 10”
Right Handed or Left Handed:	Right
Your Heritage:	Good old Southern Boy
The Shoes You Wore Today:	Loafers
Your Weakness:	Cheesecake
Your Fears:	Snakes & Being Alone
Your Perfect Pizza:	Pineapple & Ham
Goal You Would Like To Achieve This Year:	I won’t mention that
Your Most Overused Phrase On an instant messenger:	so...
Thoughts First Waking Up:	Damn, I have to get up again
Your Best Physical Feature:	Eyes
Your Bedtime:	10-11
Your Most Missed Memory:	My first love
Pepsi or Coke:	Mountain Dew or Sprite
MacDonalds or Burger King:	Wendy’s
Single or Group Dates:	Single
Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea:	Luzianne
Chocolate or Vanilla:	Butter Pecan
Cappuccino or Coffee:	Vanilla Frappachino
Do you Smoke:	No
Do you Swear:	I plead the 5th
Do you Sing:	Sometimes
Do you Shower Daily:	Of course
Have you Been in Love:	Yes
Do you want to go to College:	In college now
Do you want to get Married:	One day when Mr. Right comes along.
Do you belive in yourself:	Most of the time
Do you get Motion Sickness:	No
Are you a Health Freak:	No
Do you get along with your Parents:	Most of the time
Do you like Thunderstorms:	Love to sit and watch them in the distance
Do you play an Instrument:	Played trumpet for 6 years
In the past month have you Drank Alcohol:	Yes
In the past month have you Smoked:	No
In the past month have you been on Drugs:	No
In the past month have you gone on a Date:	Yes
In the past month have you gone to a Mall:	Yes
In the past month have you eaten a box of Oreos:	No
In the past month have you eaten Sushi:	No
In the past month have you been on Stage:	No
In the past month have you been Dumped:	No
In the past month have you gone Skinny Dipping:	No
In the past month have you Stolen Anything:	No
Ever been Drunk:	Yes
Ever been called a Tease:	Yes
Ever been Beaten up:	No
Ever Shoplifted:	No
How do you want to Die:	I don’t want to think about it
What do you want to be when you Grow Up:	Too many things
What country would you most like to Visit:	Italy
In a Boy/Girl..
Favourite Eye Color:	Blue
Favourite Hair Color:	Blonde
Short or Long Hair:	Short
Height:	Taller than me
Weight:	Not a stick but not a whale either
Best Clothing Style:	Casual
Number of Drugs I have taken:	1
Number of CDs I own:	200+ & 2300+ songs on iTunes
Number of Piercings:	None
Number of Tattoos:	None
Number of things in my Past I Regret:	I don’t regret.  Forget Regret or Life is Yours to Miss!
CREATE YOUR OWN! - or - GET PAID TO TAKE SURVEYS!

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I Write Sins Not Tragedies via Panic! At The Disco

I have absolutely fallen in love with this song for some reason.  I’ve been going through a musical taste metamorphosis lately.  I’m really enjoying The Fray, Panic! At The Disco and still Michael Buble.  What an odd combination I know…

Oh, well imagine; as I’m pacing the pews in a church corridor,
and I can’t help but to hear, no I can’t help but to hear an exchanging of words. ("I love you.")("I love you too.")
“What a beautiful wedding!”, “What a beautiful wedding!” says a bridesmaid to a waiter.
“And yes, but what a shame, what a shame, the poor groom’s bride is a whore.”

I’d chime in with a “Haven’t you people ever heard of closing the god damn door?!”
No, it’s much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.
I’d chime in “Haven’t you people ever heard of closing the god damn door?!”
No, it’s much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of...oh.

Well in fact, well I’ll look at it this way, I mean technically our marriage is saved
Well this calls for, a toast so, pour the champagne
Oh! Well in fact, well I’ll look at it this way, I mean technically our marriage is saved
Well this calls for a toast, so pour the champagne, pour the champagne. ("yes")

I’d chime in with a “Haven’t you people ever heard of closing the god damn door?!”
No, it’s much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.
I’d chime in “Haven’t you people ever heard of closing the god damn door?!”
No, it’s much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.

I’d chime in with a “Haven’t you people ever heard of closing the god damn door?!”
No, it’s much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.
I’d chime in “Haven’t you people ever heard of closing the god damn door?!”
No, it’s much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.

I’d chime in “Haven’t you people ever heard of closing the god damn door?!” No.
It’s much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.
I’d chime in “Haven’t you people ever heard of closing the god damn door?!”
No, it’s much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.

I’d chime in “Haven’t you people ever heard of closing the god damn door?!” No.
It’s much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.
I’d chime in “Haven’t you people ever heard of closing the god damn door?!”
No, it’s much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.

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Tuesday the 27th of December, 2005

White Flag via Dido

I know you think that I shouldn’t still love you,
Or tell you that.
But if I didn’t say it, well I’d still have felt it
where’s the sense in that?

I promise I’m not trying to make your life harder
Or return to where we were

I will go down with this ship
And I won’t put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I’m in love and always will be

I know I left too much mess and
destruction to come back again
And I caused nothing but trouble
I understand if you can’t talk to me again
And if you live by the rules of “it’s over”
then I’m sure that that makes sense

I will go down with this ship
And I won’t put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I’m in love and always will be

And when we meet
Which I’m sure we will
All that was there
Will be there still
I’ll let it pass
And hold my tongue
And you will think
That I’ve moved on....

I will go down with this ship
And I won’t put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I’m in love and always will be

I will go down with this ship
And I won’t put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I’m in love and always will be

I will go down with this ship
And I won’t put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I’m in love and always will be

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Sunday the 25th of September, 2005

What exactly is a Break?

So I was informed by my partner/boyfriend/casual date/whatever name you so choose to be called last week that he needed a break.  What exactly is a break in terms of a committed relationship?  Going on seven months now and he needs a break.  Where does that leave me now?  I don’t get a say in the break or an objection; well, I guess I do get an objection but it will have no bearing on the final outcome.  He’s made up his mind and there’s nothing I can do or say to change that.

So in the mean time, I ask again, what exactly is a break?  He won’t define this break but yet turns the question around on me and ask what I think a break is.  Well now, I’m not the one requesting said break, why should I be the one to define it.

The more time that goes by, the more I feel almost as though he wants to break-up entirely but he doesn’t want to be the one to do it.  I don’t know.  The opinion of some friends is that if someone is requesting a break, they either 1) have another interest already in mind or 2) are no longer happy and afraid to actually break-up.

I’m happy or at least I think I am.  Granted, there are some things that I would like adjust to and would like Cody to adjust to as well.  It’s almost as if he expects me to change anything and everything he wants me to but yet I can’t ask him to change anything at all.  It’s his way or no way (or the highway sometimes).

I guess that is enough ranting for now.  Maybe since I have some extra time on my hands (yeah, like that exist) since the break, I’ll start writing more regularly here.  I can’t remember the last time I sat down and wrote anything artistically.

Your-on-a-break-gay-blogger

Posted by fiercepoet at 11:51 PM on the 25th of September, 2005.
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Sunday the 23rd of January, 2005

A few random facts

This post will become a permenant part of the the “About” page as well.  Look for updated versions there over time.  Thanks to Boys Briefs just over the line in Atlanta for the inspiration to finally add some “About” me information.  I loved the layout of his ”About Me” page and thus, yes, stole the idea.

Name: Robert
Residence: Birmingham, AL
Hometown: Guntersville, AL
Born: Panama City, FL

Turn-ons: big, brown eyes; fraternity guys (not jocks); red heads; a personality & brains; maturity; dance/electronic music; perceived innocence.
Turn-offs: guys who drug/smoke; heavy metal/hard rock music; red heads; immaturity & naivety; puppy dog syndrome.

Favorite Movie: Broken Hearts Club
Favorite Movie (close 2nd): Dead Poets Society & Donnie Darko
Favorite Filmmaker: Peter Weir
Favorite Actor: Jake Gyllenhaal (subject to change)
Favorite Actress: (also subject to change)
Favorite Broadway: Rent
Favorite Author: Kirk Read
Favorite Novel: Density of Souls (last one I’ve read in it’s entirety)
Favorite Novel to Movie: Lord of the Rings
Favorite Non-Novel: How I Learned to Snap
Favorite Musician: Rufus Wainwright
Favorite Musician (close 2nd): Gavin Degraw & Dave Matthews Band
Favorite Album: Chariot Stripped
Favorite Album (close 2nd): Rent Soundtrack & Some Devil
Favorite DJ: Thunderpuss
Favorite Dance Track: “Who The Hell Are You vs. Don’t Call Me Baby”
Favorite Quote: “Forget regret or life is yours to miss!” - Jonathon Larson, “Rent”

Divas I worship: Janet Jackson, Madonna, Cher, Sarah McLachlan
Guys I’d like to fuck (in no particular order: Jude Law, Elijah Wood, Jake Gyllenhaal, Edward Norton, Ethan Hawke, Andy Roddick ( list subject to change on a whim of course)

Random Fact #1: In high school, I was a geek and actually taught AP Calculus several days.
Random Fact #2: In college, I joined a fraternity.  One of the best choices I ever made and no one thought I’d make it through the pledgeship.
Random Fact #3: I am a poet.  According to Lucy, a horrible poet.  But a poet none the less.
Random Fact #4: I have a goal to one day own my own business (I won’t say what type here as it’s so stereotypically gay).
Random Fact #5: Yes, I am gay.  I’m also heterophobic.

Posted by fiercepoet at 02:43 PM on the 23rd of January, 2005.
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