Tyler.
22.
Lawrence, Kansas.
Puedo y me encanta hablar español. Es mi vida.
Ask me if you want to know more.
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
My boyfriend Jordan (left) and I (right). I’m truly glad I have him in my life. Even though we live in separate towns and have nearly opposite schedules, we still make an effort to see each other at least twice a week. He has such a big heart and an amazing personality, and I feel blessed to be with him.
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This is a Tribute.
To all of you other LGBT PK’s and MK’s. I’ve had the pleasure to meet you. To talk to you, to chat with you, to date you, and to be one of you. And I just wanted to send a message of support out into the world-wide web. Because frankly, there are plenty of us ironically-gay men and women out there, and we need to stick together.
[PK: Preacher’s Kid]
[MK: Missionary Kid]
For all of the total crap you’ve put up with over the years ‘figuring everything out’. For nights you stayed up wondering why you were ‘sinning’. For nights you stayed out and did everything wrong, and for just a couple of seconds felt completely wonderful—awash in a cataclysm of of lasers and thumping music. Where you felt yourself smiling between pulsing strobe lights, and felt at home. For the mornings after when you woke up and regretted it all, and ‘repented’. And of course, for the next weekend when you did it again.
For the hurtful things your parents said along the way (often without even realizing it) and for the shock of independence created by rejection. For the amazing places you’ve seen and actually understand, for the secrets you kept between friends and family, and for the ‘responsibility’ you had to your folks. For realizing that, as much as you’d love to deny it, that upbringing shaped your values more than you thought.
For the enormous amount of porn you watched. I’ll just leave this paragraph at that.
For the ‘expectations’ from those around you, for that time you were called homophobic by an out gay youth before you were out. For the time you spent rejecting your sexuality and dating people of the opposite sex. For the poor person you dated.
For the nights spent praying. And praying. And praying. And finally realizing if there was any answer at all from God it was simply that he doesn’t care that you’re gay. In fact, if he’s up there, I’m pretty sure he’s more than aware of it, and I don’t mean that in a bad way.
This is a tribute to all of you.](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lw69gsgtaI1qat8hjo1_500.jpg)
This is a Tribute.
To all of you other LGBT PK’s and MK’s. I’ve had the pleasure to meet you. To talk to you, to chat with you, to date you, and to be one of you. And I just wanted to send a message of support out into the world-wide web. Because frankly, there are plenty of us ironically-gay men and women out there, and we need to stick together.
[PK: Preacher’s Kid]
[MK: Missionary Kid]
For all of the total crap you’ve put up with over the years ‘figuring everything out’. For nights you stayed up wondering why you were ‘sinning’. For nights you stayed out and did everything wrong, and for just a couple of seconds felt completely wonderful—awash in a cataclysm of of lasers and thumping music. Where you felt yourself smiling between pulsing strobe lights, and felt at home. For the mornings after when you woke up and regretted it all, and ‘repented’. And of course, for the next weekend when you did it again.
For the hurtful things your parents said along the way (often without even realizing it) and for the shock of independence created by rejection. For the amazing places you’ve seen and actually understand, for the secrets you kept between friends and family, and for the ‘responsibility’ you had to your folks. For realizing that, as much as you’d love to deny it, that upbringing shaped your values more than you thought.
For the enormous amount of porn you watched. I’ll just leave this paragraph at that.
For the ‘expectations’ from those around you, for that time you were called homophobic by an out gay youth before you were out. For the time you spent rejecting your sexuality and dating people of the opposite sex. For the poor person you dated.
For the nights spent praying. And praying. And praying. And finally realizing if there was any answer at all from God it was simply that he doesn’t care that you’re gay. In fact, if he’s up there, I’m pretty sure he’s more than aware of it, and I don’t mean that in a bad way.
This is a tribute to all of you.
I’ve been in a strange mood all day
But the good kind of strange. You know, where I am actually productive [e.g. writing my paper under three hours (which I’m still in the process of doing jaja), made my business exam my bitch tonight (although it tried to trick me, but in the end I turned the tables), doing my reading for my religion class (still need to write a response to it), and not only do I know what I’m going to write my final English paper about, but I’m excited about it (even more strange…)].
Also I rediscovered some songs that I loved and grew up with as a kid. Even burned me a CD for mi coche, so I could jam out.
- Speaking of which, I forgot how much I liked Cher and Madonna. (And I STILL wonder how my dad and step-mom never saw that I was gay…my very first CD that they gave me was Cher…and a few years later they gave me Kylie Minogue, Madonna, and ANOTHER Cher CD for Christmas…). Needless to say, I’ve had Gypsies, Tramps & Thieves, Dov’è L’Amore, Love and Understanding, and Taxi Taxi, among others on repeat for the vast majority of the day.
All in all, an awesome and surprisingly productive day I’ve had. I wonder if it has anything to do with the addy I took this morning. All signs point to “yes”.
And I think that this is one of my only non-Spanish posts that I’ve done in quite some time. Te culpo a ti, M.
