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Monday, September 19, 2011

Last Blog Challange Question

I have finally made it to the very last question in the sixty-four blog challenge. It only took me six months, but we’ve come to the last question. And the toughest question:

The last thing that made you cry.

This is tough because it takes quite a lot to make me cry. The last thing that put me into tears was writing about my toughest choice question on Marches blog challenge FIVE DEGREES. You can read about that here.

I going to re-post it as well to answer this last Blog Challenge question:

In the pre-dawn morning I stood in the main terminal of LaGuardia Airport in New York City. My flight back to Colorado was departing soon. I had just helped drive a moving van across country ending in Dalton’s new life in Brooklyn.

There were a lot of tough choices to get us to this point. Some bad, some good, but the culmination of all these choices after four years together he was starting his life in New York.

In a way, that morning was the end of choices. We rode to the airport in calm silence. We watched the dark buildings of the strange city that would change what meant to be Dalton and Steve speed pass on the highway. The crushing crowd at the airport seemed to be move in slow motion. If only we had more time in our relationship…. Seconds ticked by…. Dalton and Steven as a couple where moments away from evaporating… I flashed to the smile on his face when he finally pulled his head out of his notebook at that coffee shop in Dallas. If we only had more time.

We hugged and he turned quickly. He disappeared into the crowd.

Five years have passed since that day and I wouldn’t change anything on the path since. Our bond is stronger today then even back then. We knew even on that day that we really would be connected forever. Yet choices had to be made to keep moving forward.

Our decisions define us; the tough choices define our character.

Monday, August 29, 2011

Blog Challenge

I only have two left. Just two more questions and I’ll be completed with the 64 question blog challenge.

‘member. The Blog Challenge. There has been some shifting here at Stevie blog, luckily I blog by weight not volume, I may settle during handling and shipping.

A lot of shifting about has happened in the last couple of months, “Look at me everybody! WordPress!!!! Oh, shiny!” Then “Grumble-grumble, blog roll won’t do…. the…. thing where it sorts by last update…” Downloads? Platforms? My own hosting software? “Uh, if you need me, I’ll be over at BlogSpot.”

“Look everybody, I’ve moved back to Original Coke.”

Now if I could just get around to answering the two last challenge questions:

62. Talk about the last “random act of kindness” you encountered.
63. The last thing that made you cry.

Right then, on to that….. Let’s knock out 62.

Yesterday I spent pretty much the entire day at my coffee shop. Although, technically not mine I spend a lot of time there to claim ownership. At one point sitting next to me was a gay couple with their stroller. An elderly woman came up to fuss over the baby girl inside. Upon asking the couple, one with beautiful mocha skin, the other with olive skin, what the girl’s name was they responded with beaming pride, “Cloey.”

“Jebus, why do all gay men name their daughters Cloey?” I thought as the grandmother peered in to the baby girl’s stroller. The elderly woman almost stumbled back like Rosemary seeing her baby for the first time. The baby could have been a poster child for Aryan propaganda. Beautiful blue eyes beamed up at her.

Confusion was turning into disgust on the woman’s face. The Dad’s tuned on the charm. They went into total “We’re not going to apologize for how we live, and you’re going to sit there and learn something” mode. By the time they were done, the grandmother was sharing stories of her history and asking questions about cloey’s sleeping patterns.

In my head, it was a complete “random act of kindness” to teach this grandmother that a family with a mocha Dad, an olive Dad and a Aryan girl can be just as normal as any other family out for the day.

Friday, June 24, 2011

SUMMER time

I love the last weekend in June. Summer has arrived, it stays daylight until 9:30PM and I can walk the dog in just a wife-beater and gym shorts and enjoy the summer breeze. The jasmine in my mind. It has been blown.

Last night I met up with friends and sat in front of the local gay coffee-house until it closed. Sitting out on the patio I watched the night slowly overtake the trees in the park. As the little squares of light flickered on up and down each floor of the high-rises surrounding the park a real wave of contentment washed over me. Then just as I was in the wave of summer happiness I thought: Only seven more questions in the Blog Challenge.

T-minus seven is a repeat. This explains why there were sixty-four questions in the blog challenge, just repeat a couple, no one will notice. So, again A talent: I gave a lame answer to this question back on number thirty; I’ll give another lame answer this time. The last beer bust at our local bear bar I showed up sporting a skin-tight 2xist tank top, a white UnderArmour baseball cap, and khaki cargo shorts. I could tell it looked great because there was a much bigger built guy wearing the same thing down to the cap and shorts. Showing up wearing the same thing as a much better looking guy is a talent, of sorts. Not that I care about much about that, just throw me in a worn-out T-shirt and cargos and I’m good to go. This, of course will be the uniform of late June shorts, threadbare T-shirts and Pumas.

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

DREAM DATE STEVE

If you ask the reigning and former boyfriends you get a unanimous report. I give very bad first dates.

Picture it, Dallas. 2000. Agreeing to have dinner with a muscled blond boy, we met for dinner and a movie. Most of dinner I was so focused on not blowing my nose on the tablecloth or stuttering like Elmer J. Fudd I wasn’t paying attention and assumed he was talking about his ex-boyfriend when I asked about the hot sex they had. “I’m sure he had fun oiling and rubbing those hot muscles…” It turned out that he had been speaking about his Dad.

I'm on the left.

We didn’t make it to the movie.

Picture it, Dallas. 2003. I met Dalton the week prior and we agreed to meet for dinner at Marco’s Italian eatery on Throckmorton. I then spent the next two hours downing garlic rolls. This was perfect later when I went in for the kiss.

Or there’s the confusing part where I can never tell if I’m on a date or just a trick. I’ll never straighten that concept out. I should probably were a sign around my neck.

If I had to define a “dream date” it would most likely be filled with something active to pull the self-conciseness out of the situation. Snowshoeing would be great. Then if I start to stammer or have verbal diarrhea I can just pretend to fall into a snow drift.

Impressed with other bloggers taking up the writing challenge, I have decided to take the blog writing challenge. See all sixty-four challenges here. This was question forty-one.

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

LET'S GO KROGERING

The first thing I did as I pulled up to my new apartment in Dallas, Texas was to fall out of the cab of my GMC Sierra. The dog and I had just finished a twelve hour drive to our new site unseen rented apartment. And to our new site unseen life. The dog seemed very nonchalant walking into our new home. No other dogs, no living-in boyfriends. His new house was very different from the house we ran from just thirteen hours earlier.

I showered then went the five blocks down Cedar Springs Road to the Kroger. The gayeighborhood Kroger. This is when the decompression happened. I wandered around the isles like a refugee. As I looked up to discover the meat department manager cruising me I realized, this will work. There’s something about a “gay” grocery store. When it comes to equality it’s really about two guys – one shopping basket that makes a community.

After Sunday’s run I stopped by our local gayeighborhood store. This is when this whole idea of connecting to community hit me. I grabbed a couple of bottles Perrier and was attempting to check out when the checker who has been standing at the same register since my senior year of high school was lecturing me on the glass Perrier bottle verses the plastic Perrier bottle. It’s true that community is important. Where else would you have to promise to recycle the plastic bottle from your uppity gay water?

Wish me luck as lunch today is leftover sushi from the gayeighborhood Kroger.

Impressed with other bloggers taking up the writing challenge, I have decided to take the blog writing challenge. See all sixty-four challenges here. This was question forty.

Thursday, May 5, 2011

FAVORITE THINGS

My favorite song? That’s a tie between Maria Callas’ La Mamma Morta and Rammstein’s Feuer Frei.

My favorite book? This is a tie as well. It’s Fahrenheit 451 and the graphic novel series called The Red Star.

My favorite quote? Easy. “Stop steaming up my tail!” –Bugs Bunny

Impressed with other bloggers taking up the writing challenge, I have decided to take the blog writing challenge. See all sixty-four challenges here. These where questions twenty-four, twenty-five, and twenty-six.

Thursday, April 28, 2011

TRACTORS ARE SEXY

Something you’re looking forward to...

As I wrote about my dream house it began to stir in me how great it would be to live back in the city. Although, riding my bike past open fields of grazing cows and the hot farmers on their tractors is great. From the front porch you can watch storms rise up over the Rocky Mountains and roll down over the front range of Colorado. The hot spot in our tiny farming town other then the eight Mexican restaurants is the Dairy Queen (DQ) this is also the best place to rendezvous with the aforementioned farmers.

Even with all this country living that I love I’m beginning to look forward to moving back to the bright lights, big city. Although I think I’ll miss DQ, I think I’m ready for a ten minute commute and a dry cleaner. Not to mention that garage. A much bigger garage.

Duly impressed with other bloggers* taking up the writing challenge, I have decided to take the blog writing challenge. See all sixty-four challenges here. This was question thirteen.

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

DAVID AND JONATHAN

A Bible Verse.

The answer to this question came very easy to me. I have a monthly dinner with radical theologians that love to discuss how the Bible has been hijacked by crazy devote followers. The favorite dinnertime topic being David and Jonathan. Old Testament first Book of Samuel.

Jonathan and David, on a Saturday night.

No story in the Bible is more controversial than the story of the sensitive and highly regarded musician, David. The dude from Goliath fame. You can read about it here.

Were David and Jonathan lovers? That’s the question. The Bible states clearly that Jonathan loved David. The same Hebrew words used to describe opposite sex love are used to describe Jonathan and David’s same sex love. Jonathan loved David with an unquenchable, everlasting love, which caused them to form a lifelong covenant and partnership. The Hebrew words God uses to describe the Jonathan and David relationship indicate romantic, life-long, covenant, committed love.

When Jonathan is gunned down by the Philistines at Mount Gilboa* it’s stated that David heavily morns Jonathan’s death. After this, David becomes the king of Judah and turns into a total Douche bag. Like if Rupert Everett was made King of England. But, if my life long love got mowed down by a literal Philistine I’d be bitter too.

*Jonathan look out! That Philistine has a gun!

Duly impressed with other bloggers* taking up the writing challenge, I have decided to take the blog writing challenge. See all sixty-four challenges here. This was question eleven.

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

BLOG CHALLENGE

Duly impressed with other bloggers* and their tackling the 30+ day blog challenge I wanted to join in on the fun. Yet I knew I'd have trouble sticking to the daily format. So I’m committing to the challenge but most likely it will be when I damn well please. Take a look at the sixty-four questions. God help me.