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so i suppose this is one of my mish mosh posts.  and why not?  i’ve been gone long enough.  so it’s only fitting that i have random things to share.  oh, because you were definitely wondering, the above picture was taken during nyc pride.  by the way, it’s gay pride weekend (again) in atlanta.  we (fortunately/ unfortunately?) have “black” gay pride AND gay pride here, as do several cities.  the separation has been endlessly debated.  the plus side: more exposure, seminars, learning, PARTIES!!  the down side: the separatism.  i mean, what’s next?  lesbian pride and gay (men’s) pride?

first up, my “new” (new to me) apartment.  well, you all know that the previous place was in the HOOD.  the federal pen was in my backyard.  two neighbors were murdered during gay pride weekend.  LOUD kids ran around outside until the wee hours of the morning, school nights or not.  the weed man lived five doors down (not necessarily a bad thing but i don’t know them like that…).  the candy lady lived beside him.  the pizza places wouldn’t deliver to us.  i left the huge box from my elliptical in the middle of the floor for a month because i was afraid someone would mistake it for a recent flat-screen purchase and rob me.  i could go on.  but, you get my point.  well, the new place is in one of my favie neighborhoods.  i’m within walking distance to one of my favie restaurants.  my next door neighbor is a state police officer.  the complex is tiny and the neighbors i’ve met so far have been friendly and elderly.  the downfalls?  really, really old new york-style apartment (read: tiny).  i love the hardwoods.  i hate the process of extinguishing the smell of cigarette smoke left behind by previous tenant.  also, i’ve never seen a kitchen so small in my entire life.  but hey, if i’ve got a coffee pot and a bottle of wine, i’m good.  besides, my goal was to downsize, save money, get the credit together, and start working on the home-buying process this time next year.  i still feel weird buying a house as a single lady (yes, i’m old fashioned) but we shall see…

next up, fiber bars and pms.  don’t mix the two.  that is all.

dating more than one person… how is this properly done?  wait… before we even go there, let’s simply address dating in general.  i’ve always seen it as an interview/ elimination process.  i would like to be in a long-term, committed relationship.  i’ve become patient and selective so there’s no rush.  but, i am not a fan of wasted time either.  i’ve heard people say that i should NOT view each date as a potential relationship and i should just “chill”, hangout, and what not.  thing is, people just aren’t that interesting to me.  there is no one outside of my bestie whose company i enjoy enough to endure without alterior motive.  outside of not being physically attracted to her (she’s beautiful, don’t get me wrong)… she is funny.  she has beyond great conversation.  and i care.  can’t say the same for people i date.  i haven’t come across anyone i enjoy even 95% of the time…  and no, it’s not me.  it’s them.  side note: ignore the men in the picture.  none for me, thanks.

so… we all know that i have a wonderful job in teen pregnancy prevention that i absolutely love.  did we know that it’s “let’s talk month”?  that means we talk to our kids (parents, teachers, friends of folks with kids, counselors, etc.) about sex.  whatever this means for you (contraceptives, abstaining, same-gender safe sex, getting tested, the basics of birds & bees…), talk to the kids!  they are waiting to hear it from you!  personally, i just got re-re-tested for everything under the sun.  i’m still good on all accounts!  this just means i’m gonna be super selective about breaking this celibacy.

and finally, bishop eddie long.  well, what i will say on this is that he is my former pastor.  i stopped going to the church when he helped organize the march against gay marriage.  and now look…  although, i hate that he’s being connected to homosexuality because his alleged victims are male.  he should more appropriately be attached to pedophilia.  i detest when people connect the two in cases of child victimization.  on an up note, i laugh everytime i think about a friend saying that his porn name will be “bishop long.”  hilarious!

http://abcnews.go.com/US/bishop-eddie-long-alleged-victim-speaks/story?id=11753416

Keep Dreaming

congratulations, Atlanta Dream, for making it to the WBNA finals!!  they played some really great games, including the last of the series thursday evening.  i’m not sure whether it was the long walk from my seat to the bar but the game seemed to fly by!  before i knew it, it was the fourth quarter.  the score stayed really close from beginning to end.  some (many) think the refs showed considerable favortism toward the storm.  in the end, we lost.  i am already looking forward to next season and considering buying season tickets.  in the meantime, i’ll be dreaming of my wives… erika, armintie, shalee, and alison.  yumsters, ladies… just yumsters!!!

in totally unrelated news, the things i would do to this woman… (that’s ciara)

then again, that’s not really unrelated at all. 

 

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Back with More Mish Mosh

it’s been a minute.  i just didn’t have much to write.  i was a tiny bit depressed.  somewhat uninspired.  moderately suffering from poor choices and bad decisions.  and just overall disinterested in most things… blogging included.

this explains why

but i’m back.  so, of course this calls for a mish mosh, since i have no real focus and several things to discuss.

first of all, it’s sunday!  sunday has been my absolute favie day of the week for quite some time now.  aside from not being able to buy alcohol (i’m in “bible belt” Joe-Jah) and rarely having the foresight to purchase ahead of time or save some for sunday, it’s an all around perfect day.  on sundays, i always seem to get just the right balance of productivity and tomfoolery.  and now, i work from home on mondays… taking away that nagging back-to-work-tomorrow feeling of dread that creeps into sunday evenings.

so today, i’ve cleaned a little, had some quality time with the little one, and have some fun planned for the afternoon.  i do have a “date” later with someone i’m still a little on the fence about.  and it’s not even necessarily that i’m on the fence about her… but moreso the entire idea of “relationship”.  after almost a year of single-ness and celibacy, it’s hard to balance between jumping onto any ‘ol smokin’ lesbo train and riding this single thing out for life.  also, and maybe it’s the gemini in me, but the idea of “relationship” has always represented a box to me.  and we hate our boxes… or being inside of them, at least.  now, i will admit that some boxes are bigger, some are prettier and some are more like… well, fences.  but, a box is a box.  and it represents boundaries and limits.

anteewho, “ms. passion” and i have pretty much fizzled into a comfortable friendship.  and… let’s see.  can’t say i remember any more “prospects” you guys may have been wondering about…  the dating/romantic life has been quite a bore.  but feel free to continue to inbox me your requested updates 🙂

in other news,  “don’t ask, don’t tell” finally struck down!!!  or as one of my favie bloggers, ulla, put it DO ASK, DO TELL!

http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2010/09/10/AR2010091007126.html

also, i was watching “four weddings” on tlc (we all know i’m obsessed with weddings, right?).  well, as happy as i am for all couples, (i truly love the hopefulness, the naive ‘ol college try despite statistics) i will admit to a slight (okay, maybe more than slight) twinge of jealousy when i see some of these brides.  i know, i know, i know… being in a relationship is no measure of worth, getting married is no sign of success, some couples are fronting…miserable together, my time will come… yada yada yada!  but, for real!  there is this secret, mostly quiet little voice in my who says, “her?  what the hell did she do to deserve to get married?… to have someone commit to looking at that for the rest of a lifetime?”  but i digress.  i’m totally fantastic and wonderful.  only, not many have realized just how totally wonderful i am.  and no one worth mentioning has wanted to scoop up my wonderful-ness and claim it for a lifetime.  but then again, i haven’t come across many i wanted to ball&chain, either so whatever!  all that to say, and i may be really late on this, look at this girl’s rock!!! 

i have always had a soft spot for keyshia cole.  i love her music.  can always relate to her songs.  and i think she looks like she could be my cousin or something.

so… i have this fantasy.  by the way, does anyone else use really, really detailed fantasies of varying sorts to get through tough workouts?  yeah, so i fantasize that i’ve won the lottery.  now, of course i’d be very financially responsible when i win, unlike every other lottery winner in history.  but, one of the first things i do is throw a party.  i invite all of the women who either rejected me or we didn’t work out for whatever reason and i’m still salty about it.  some of them are invited as guests.  some are hired to do things like security or bartending.  at the party, keyshia cole performs “didn’t i tell you” and i dance back-up.  there’s an open bar and the party is just outrageously lavish.  i’ve made personalized banners telling each of them how they could’ve sat on their pretty little a$$es if they’d just hung in there and dealt with my gemini antics.  a good time is had by all (but them).  and they all stay and suffer through each strategically planned, expensive jab.  ahhh… the stuff of dreams!