WHAT I MEAN WHEN I SAY THAT I AM LIBERAL

This isn't my writing just thought it was cool.

WHAT I MEAN WHEN I SAY THAT I AM LIBERAL



I would spend my last thirty bucks on a painting in a thrift store.
I love the smell of brioche.
I buy my bath soap from lesbians, yes it is made from oatmeal.
I have laughed in the kitchens of expensive restaurants
With the Mexicans who help to prepare 150. dollar meals
Wash the dishes afterwards,
And know we are having the better evening.
At the sight of two chubby, bearded bears –huge tattooed guys
Drinking beer in combat boots
Cuddling during gay pride
As the sun sets over San Francisco, my heart does grow warm.
And later, when wind blows their kilts up, revealing massive furry butts
Matching Prince Alberts, I can feel those elusive tears of joy.

A blessing where I live isn’t given by the priest who takes ten percent of my paycheck.
A blessing is when the cute guy behind the counter at The Grove
Throws a free shot of Espresso into my Doppio Con Panna.
A blessing is the landlord being cool about the rent-that’s the hand of God to me.
My soul is moved by break dancers, titty dancers, salsa dancers.
A miracle is when I come out of my apartment in the morning and the local graffiti artist Gives me a two story tall, Big E. Smalls, and recently did you see it? -Christopher Reeve
Flew out of his wheelchair, beat death as Superman!
Flying across the wall of Chinese dry cleaners those American biceps,
Fingertips stretching ever closer to the Golden Gate, and heaven.
Fashion stylists, Hairdressers, Drag queens, are the closest I get to secret societies
When they gather is circle, everyone waits reverentially
We all agree we do not know what they know
Powerful as Alan Greenspan, Heklina wants to tell me this:

God loves me when I’m helping out in the nursing home!
God loves me when I’m fucking a beautiful man named Charlie in the bathroom of the Eagle!
God wants me to know there’s a sale at Macy’s Men in Union Square, pink and green are back.

You are wrong when you say I do not love our troops,
I support our troops-I salute our troops: I bow down to our troops!
Our troops of motel housekeepers, immigrant farm workers, swish decorators,
Grumpy diva-ish poets, dreamy, idealistic sex-crazed college kids, small town hairdressers,
Big city gurus who talk like God. Legions of promiscuous off-Broadway actors,
Ignored seniors ready to sound-off, blinged out hip-hoppers with P. Diddy dreams.
I support our troops of tired, frustrated single mothers.
I wonder if they have everything they need to fight the war.
I worry the battle is giving them a trauma disorder.
I think we need to send them a care package.

George Washington was thinking of me kissing a boy on ecstasy at 3 o’clock in the morning When he fought the British.
He’d want me to feel that young mans hard cock through his jeans,
Put my tongue in his mouth
In a dark corner of The End Up.
That Jefferson wants me have the best organic produce is self-evident;
Every Sunday his folk band The Tanglers rocks out the Farmers Market
At the Ferry building.
The melodies of his guitar tickle the heirloom tomatoes,
Float over the Bay Bridge all the way over to Oakland.

When I say that I am a liberal let me be clear what I mean;
The woman who has done the most for me in life is a bisexual humanities teacher,
Yes at an Ivy League school, yes she also happens to be Jewish and does this make it better?
-A psychologist, you might even say a feminist.
She talked me down from the top of the Sears building when at 24
A man I loved told me I did not look at all like his ideal boyfriend.
Three years later I cradled her head in my lap as she cried from the tomoxophen and the Radiation when she did not believe she would beat the breast cancer-but did.
This 63-year-old woman with a Ph.D and one breast is a rock star to me.
When she calls me to tell me in a rush of excitement that she finally learned
How to make the perfect foam for her cappuccino,
And why don’t I come over and smoke a joint to celebrate. Well.
I almost write her name in on Election Day.
That is what I mean when I say that I’m a liberal.



Troy Ygnacio Soriano
Vermont Studio Center
Johnson, Vermont
November 9, 2004

I'm Back in the Saddle Again

Whether you like it or not bitches, I am back online. And once I am able to wade through the ton of junk e-mail and cock pic requests I'll be blogging again full bore. I think I have a lot to talk about. At least I have more to rant about. Read if you wish

If ya wanna ride..... then ride the white horse!

Peace, for now

-D

Can you pay my bills, pay my telephone bills.....

Ok, so yeah. My internet service has been disconnected because my broke ass didn't keep up on the payment. Then I let it sit off too long and they disconnected completely so it'll cost me an extra $100 to get it reconnected on top of the $150 or so that I already owe. I'm determined to avoid asking my parents for money. Damn pride. So, I'll probably be back in action after 12/1 since my roommate finally moved in which should save me around $300/mo at least. Maybe....

I don't think you do, sooo, u and me r thru......
-D

Lesson 2: Reclaiming your Masculinity

Drop the she-speak. Ok, yeah I know we don't all do this but a lot do. I have friends that answer the phone "hey girl" no matter who's calling. Ok so yeah I say it to one of my friends for kicks to make fun of it. If your friend is in a foul mood, don't ask another friend, "what's her problem?" Or if your friend takes a long time to get ready. Don't say "she's still trying to pull herself together" Stop with the pronoun reversal, it confuses even those in the know sometimes. The real lesson here is, you and your gay male friends are not sisters, aunts, mothers, girlfriends or any other family member for that matter. We were born male and given male names and deserve the correct pronouns. USE THEM!

PS, You will also never be a strong black woman! ( thx Gill)

-D

When I get that feelin'..........

Ok, no this isn't a rant about needing to get laid, although, as most would agree, ya need it occasionally. Fortunately for me this week that hasn't been a problem. I know it's tacky to discuss your sexual life amongst friends and even moreso to post for public viewing. But I could care less cuz I'm gonna anyway. If you don't wanna know then move along. So I got some Saturday, Sunday and Monday. 3 guys in 3 days, yikes what a whore! All top experiences with guys I've known for a long while and of course all safe. I won't play any other way. I have a variety of moods going on, I wanna get laid but I would also like a boyfriend again or both. So I thought about giving it a rest for a while. Even it needs R&R sometimes. So it's been on vacation since Tuesday (as if it's a person) but now it's Friday and sleepytime is over.

Maybe it's just me but why is it sometimes we feel like we can't get a boyfriend/girlfriend unless we're practically celibate? Personally to me I'd rather have a boyfriend that's had a variety of experiences and knows what he does and doesn't like. I admit this week has been unusually active for me but maybe I'm still in that phase of finding out what I do and do not like :-) Sounds like good enough justification for me. If not for you, then so long!

......I want sexual healing!!!!!! YEAAAAAAAAh BAAAbyy

-D

Gotta do what's best for me... baby and that means I gotta...........

I overslept this morning, missed my Doctor appt and had to reschedule. Which was probably a good thing cuz I want to give my ankle another week to heal. Yes, like a dumbass, I attempted to play volleyball on it last night and am paying the price today. This whole experience spraining my ankle has taught me a valuable lesson. and that lesson is, GET OFF YOUR FAT ASS AND EXERCISE!!!!!!!! Seriously, a few years ago I dropped 30 pounds and then got a boyfriend, got comfortable, ate like there was no tomorrow and stopped working out. No, sex is not enough of a workout to keep the weight off. Thus 3 years later I've gained 35 pounds back and am single again. Unfortunately I'm not one of those people that loses weight after a "divorce." Apparently I eat my feelings and everything else. As if I have feelings that need eating right now. I actually feel good about it. Anyway, enough pointless rambling for now.

Glad the work week is over.

Shake it off!!!!

-D

It's swell with two people.

Ok, so I haven't ranted yet how tough it is being single and gay in this shit town. For once in my life getting laid isn't a problem but I'm over it already. That didn't take long. I've been single since June and have probably turned down or short changed a few guys that expressed interest almost instantly after my break up because I wasn't wanting to be tied down again so soon. So that period ( I said period) didn't last long. So now I'm in that lonely phase that always happens after a break up. I hang with friends as much as I can but it's in the QC and I'm pretty much broke barely paying the bills that area always piling up. Does this sound like a country song yet? No my dog isn't dead and I have no words of inspiration or whatever. So today I was chatting and agreed to meet this guy at Starbucks. He was sort of a pushy type wanted to meet or me to call him. These types annoy the hell out of me, but I'm desperate enough to take a chance that I might actually like him. First impressions aren't everything. Apparently he was astounded that I could carry on a conversation beyond "how big is it?" So just had to meet me. Anywayz. I'll post a blog on how it goes.

You do it to yourself, ya do, you and no one else.....

Um, yeah guess what I just did! :-)

-D

He had a lot to say, he had a lot of nothing to say............

Ok, so today was kind of fun. Well as fun as hell can be. I worked 10 hours, came home made myself some Chicken Curry with Coconut milk which is one of my favorite meals and drank hot tea. Yup I'm coming down with a cold or something. I've been running a fever all day and have been coughing and congested since I woke up this morning. Anyway I finally made major progress on the children's paintings I've needed to finish for the last 2 weeks. All I have left to do is some touch up and highlighting and I'll be done. Nothing major. It's kinda excited to be painting again. I'm far from a good painter but it's a fun hobby and a good creative outlet. And assuming the buyer likes them these 4 paintings will be the first art I've ever sold. $10/ painting, I know it's cheap but hell I'm new at this. So far I've spent like 12 hours actually working on the paintings. So it doesn't even pay minimum wage. I can see where they get the whole starving artist expression from now. But I can't complain I'm overdrawn about $40 until I get paid next monday so this $40 will get gas in my car and some groceries to last me until then. Whoever said art was good for nothing? Oh yeah, that was my parents. At least haven't had to borrow money from them. YET

..........We'll miss him, we're gonna miss him. Tool Rocks!!!!

It's so hard to say goodbye to yesterday.

I read a blog of a new myspace friend of mine tonight and discovered he'd written a blog about losing his partner 9 months ago, killed by a drunk driver. I was a weeping mess at my computer about this man that I don't even know losing the love of his life. And it reminded me of my own loss of a loved one in a similar situation.

Three years ago this Thursday I lost my cousin Jared in a car accident. He was only 20 years old. It devastated my family but has brought us so much closer than we already were. But I'll never forget the tremendous pressure in my chest I felt that morning I was told and the next week. I freak now when I get early morning or middle of the night phone calls. Praying before I answer the phone never to hear news like that again. So many lessons learned through that ordeal. Jared was driving under the influence on that fateful night. I would continue writing but am a bit overcome by my memories of his life and the shock of his death.

Please don't let your friends or family drive drunk. And let the people in your life know that you love them every chance you get.

My name's Sinead I like pain, I'm a les............

Ok, so I'm not a lesbian and I'm a pus**y when it comes to pain as most men are really. Ok so the first night of my Thrusday night volleyball league I went up to block and came down on the foot of another player and rolled my ankle over. OUCH. I couldn't feel my ankle for about 5 minutes as it proceeded to swell up the size of a softball. It's now the size of a baseball and Prince only wishes his skin was this color. Yes I did have it X-rayed and it's not broken but definitely sprained. Luckily I sit on my ass for work so I won't have to worry about that. I've been sitting all weekend with my leg in the air, ordinarily a position I wouldn't mind but under the circumstances. hehe.

I'll likely miss a good month of volleyball which is one of the few things I look forward to in the winter.

Oh well, the weekend wasn't a total loss.

I'm a creep.

I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo. What the hell am I doing here, I don't belong here.

Wow, who hasn't felt like that at some point in their lives? No this isn't an exercise in self loathing. Am actually just in a self examination mode. Since I went through a break up in June I've been creepin a bit. A string of one night stands has led me back to the same point I was in 2002. Not really caring about my next boyfriend or looking for him. Only caring about the next experience. Now before you start getting all Judge Judy on me, hear me out. Sure I like sex, who doesn't right? But I've always had the sense to step back and realize when I have a potential boyfriend or something more than sex. In one of my encounters this summer I did feel something a bit different than normal but never had the chance to explore it further. Due to my own dumb fault I bailed and didn't call him for a while only to now run into him constantly. Yes I am kicking myself in the ass pretty much daily for making the mistake. And I've tried to regain his attention but am now being more cautious than I ever normally would. Ok this sounds conceited but I've always hooked up and dated guys that have approached me. I've never really pursued someone with vigor. He who hesitates is lost right? Yup. I must be slow on the uptake because I'm just now , at 32, discovering that I'll never get what I want if I don't go after it. In love, in career, etc. omg I have so many cliches running through my head. Carpe Diem, Get busy living or get busy dying, He who hesitates is lost, early bird gets the worm. Etc . I need to go to bed and shut my brain off for a while.

my space ugh!

I juut spent an hour typing up 2 blogs one on work life the other on my love life and I basically lost both of the postings. I'm not typing all of that again. It's 2:41AM time for bed :-(

Lesson 1 Reclaim your masculinity.

Some of the gay boys and those metros around this site need a crash course on reclaiming or discovering their masculinity. Lesson .1. Eyebrows, see attached graphic. :-) I'll post more as I think of them.

Girl brow


Boy brow


Any questions check out this link.

http://www.eyebrowz.com/mens/eyebrowstatement.htm

While I wouldn't recommend everything included at this site. It does have some good grooming tips. Just make sure you're viewing the MENS section. And for Pete's sake don't wear makeup. Unless of course you're a drag queen then by all means, wear makeup and lots of it.!

Threesomes, good or bad idea?

Let me know what you think. This is my first blog so take it easy on me. Thanks.