tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72391734691705309862012-02-02T18:05:33.173-07:00my experiences and thoughts as i walk the path of life that is mine...a path i am proud to say is not straight.drakameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14476407697557456408noreply@blogger.comBlogger2011100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7239173469170530986.post-42358888320954877652012-01-26T00:34:00.000-07:002012-01-26T00:34:53.703-07:00

I know a lot of gay Mormons.  In fact, I would say that the majority of my friends who are gay also happen to be or come from a Mormon background. And my other gay friends I know from the Court.  Specifically, this is the Imperial Rainbow Court of Northern Utah, the Ogden Chapter of the International Imperial Court System.  This is a non-profit organization that raises money throughout the year

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Tonight was not a good night at work.  People were generally rude and inconsiderate and being already sensitive with my other stresses, I was not enjoying my evening.  It was like a general sense of heaviness was sitting in my chest.  When you count on your personality and interacting with people to make you money, this isn't a good thing. And then... I went to greet a new table.  It was a

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So I need to have a conversation with my parents and I'm not really looking forward to it. I'm still gay and it's not changing.  I've still got a girlfriend, and it's not changing.  So my girlfriend and I are making changes that focus on the fact that we're still together and we're going to be together for a very long time.  And it's time to have a conversation with the parents before the

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Apologies that it's been so long since I last posted.  My life has been a little busy and crazy and some days I don't even know which way is up.  So I thought that while I'm on break from school, I would let you know what I've been up to. School.  School school school.  I changed schools after I got my Associate's Degree and the institution where I'm at now requires much more work that my last

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My marketing teacher is awesome. She cornered me in the hallway last week before class.  She's kind of spunky and quite hilarious at eight in the morning.  I wasn't expecting her to speak to me when I passed her in the hallway.  She said hi.  I said hello.  But she wanted to talk more.  So the conversation went something like this: "Amy, remind me of your major again." "Aviation management."

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I had a "family" table the other day at work.  It was a lesbian couple, probably in their late forties, and an older lady.  She was the mother of one of the lesbians. She was the mother of the one in the wheelchair. I wouldn't say she was a completely paralyzed from the neck down, but it wasn't a waist down paralysis.  She had a powered wheelchair and she could maneuver it as she needed to

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Years ago, I was not in a good place.  Most of my days were gray.  The sunlight lost its sparkle.  Shadows followed me everywhere I went. Then I went through a program to help me turn my life around.  And it literally turned my life around. I made a really good friend there.  Lately, I've been thinking about something she said to me once. "You were in one place.  You were going in one

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It's easy to discount something you have no experience with.  After all, you have no experience with it.  You haven't touched it.  You haven't observed it.  You don't know its quirks, its disposition, how it reacts when poked with a stick. Some people like to speculate, despite having no knowledge of the thing they are speculating about. We like to do this.  We like to think that we are

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I don't understand straight couples. I was thinking this today as I waited for such a couple to make their decision about what they were having for dinner.  They were young, married, sitting next to each other in the booth instead of across from each other.  They were expecting a baby. For some reason, I noticed how close she was to him, how she laid her hand on his arm, how she looked at him

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I've heard this term referenced a few times in the last few weeks.  "The gay lifestyle."  What even is that? As a gay person, I find it to be a stereotypical tactic to portray gay people in yet another negative light.  It refers to the partying, drug-taking, sleeping around and overly promiscuous sort of gay person.  It's such an easily believable idea for the straight community, that often

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July was a colossal blogging fail.  But there's good reason for that.  I've been enjoying my summer and there were some big things that happened in July. I love soccer.  I don't care that it isn't that popular here in the States.  I love it and I love watching it.  So I was preoccupied with the Women's World Cup that took place through June and July.  The US Women's National Team had a great run

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Tonight was the night.  Welcome back, Class of 2001.  And I actually took the night off and went.  I was nervous.  I was anxious.  I didn't really know what to expect, so I tried to keep any expectations that might have snuck up on me as low as possible. I went alone.  My girlfriend wasn't super thrilled with the idea of going back to high school, even if it's not the high school she went to.  I

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We live in an amazing country. There are men and women who die every day defending my freedom.  I sit here now, a few days after our Independence Day, next to the woman I love.  And I am free to love her.  I am free to go to Pride celebrations and to celebrate when a state decides that it should be okay to have marriage equality.  I am free to live where I do, to go to concerts, to earn money

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Yesterday was an important day for me, and as taboo as it might be for me to share why, I'm going to do it anyway.  I guess if you get squirmy you can read someone else's blog. Yesterday marks three years since I last cut myself. I think I've mentioned on this blog before that I was once involved with that behavior.  Well, involved is probably a bit of an understatement.  The reasons varied

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I have always been the type of person who reaches for an apology first.  Whether the situation calls for it or not, I'm apologizing.  Whether it was my fault or not, I'm apologizing.  I don't know what it is that makes me over-apologize, but I do. When I think about my family, the first thing I feel is a need to apologize.  I want to tell them that I'm sorry. Sometimes I think it's ridiculous.

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I am divorced.  It wasn't how I planned it, but it is what it is. My girlfriend is divorced.  Not how she planned it either. I know four couples who are currently getting divorced. I know others who have been there and done that.  I can't really speak as to what their plans were. Sometimes, especially lately, I find myself wondering what's been happening to marriage.  As a person who also

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It's nearly four in the afternoon.  I have to be to work by five.  I should probably start to get ready or something.  But I'd rather just sit here. It's a warm day outside.  The sun in shining and the boys are doing yardwork.  It's a good day to sit on the porch and swap stories.  I know that in an hour, I will be stuck in a hot restaurant until long after the sun goes down.  So for now, I'd

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...or trying to, at least. I think one of the most frustrating things about coming out is the way some people will treat you like you're a completely different person.  It's been difficult for me to understand why this happens but I've been giving it more thought lately. From my perspective, I haven't really changed.  I'm still the same person.  I just don't struggle as much as I used to.  I've

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I feel the need to rant.  And this felt like the perfect place to do it. I admit that I am a sensitive person.  I always have been.  And maybe this rant is a result of me being overly sensitive.  I've thought about it and tried to convince myself that it isn't a big deal, or at least, there's no point in making it a big deal because it won't do any good.  And I've told myself that I should let

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I feel like I'm in a weird place lately when it comes to blogging.  I haven't been blogging very much, haven't really felt like blogging lately.  It's not that I don't want to.  But I feel like there's something in me that is stopping me from sitting down and taking the time to punch out a post.  So I'm going to try something here that might be a little different than what I normally do.  I

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My mom's family has a saying that is near and dear to our hearts: Family Is Where It's At. Being raised in an LDS home, this probably doesn't sound surprising.  It's like a theme built upon another established theme, perhaps you've heard it once or twice: Families Are Forever. So when you hear about gay youth being kicked out of their homes for being gay, or when families turn their backs on

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What is success? Success: favorable outcome Succeed: attain a desired object or end You can look "success" up in the dictionary and it will give you a definition.  But what success truly might mean to you is not something you can find in a book.  The words of Merriam-Webster won't describe what success will look like in universal terms. Here in this community, there are many different versions

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There was a religious debate at work the other day.  These always crack me up a little bit, because you can't argue religion and politics in my opinion.  There's too much emotion with either one, and it really comes down to how you feel about the facts instead of the actual facts themselves.  In this particular debate, I didn't hear most of it, but I did hear a point that I thought was valid.

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I don't know if I ever blogged here about my school plans/dilemmas, so I thought I'd catch you up on how that's turning out. I received my Associates Degree at the end of last semester.  This was awesome because I could cross "get a degree" off my 30 List.  Okay, it was awesome for other reasons too.  I'm glad to be moving in the right direction when it comes to my education.  I'm also really

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I've been out of school for about a month now and I'm mostly enjoying my summer.  So far I haven't really done anything extraordinary, except for work more, and read the most awesome series of books I have ever had the pleasure of reading.  But that doesn't mean I don't have upcoming plans, and in the interest of proving that I am still human, I thought I'd share them. First, I am super excited

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I don't know if any of you are into basketball, but this sport has always been my first love.  I grew up watching John Stockton and Karl Malone play for the Jazz.  I played backyard ball with the neighbor kids and at recess.  I have always loved it. Of course, this last season has given me reason to ground the Jazz and to be greatly disappointed in the league, both with players and with David

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...so why do we try so hard to prove to everyone else that we are? I've blogged about this before.  For whatever reason, there seems to be this pressure to make everyone else think that you don't have problems, or stressful things happening to you, or that there is nothing in your life that you are ashamed of.  Which I think is sad, because I know from experience that the really difficult things

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In talking with some of my gay friends, I've noticed a trend.  Perhaps this isn't always the case, perhaps you have a different experience, but I just thought I'd point it out. When you have a Mormon family and you are also blessed with being gay, coming out is a huge deal.  It can be traumatizing and messy and there are tears and sleepless nights.  In the aftermath, there is often a period of

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(Since it's April, you may be wondering why I'm writing about snow.  If that's the case, you are clearly not from Utah, nor have you ever lived here...but that's okay.  I still like you.) We had some weather recently.  It snowed for about three days and didn't stop.  But just because it's snowing doesn't mean that life stops.  So I was driving home from work one evening, through snowflakes that

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I tend to be a lurker sometimes.  I don't always comment on blogs or Facebook threads, but I do a lot of reading and contemplating, and often sympathizing with the poor, unsuspecting soul who had a status update turn into a comment war between their friends. Such was the case the other day.  As I was reading the comments posted on this fellow Moho's status, one of the thoughts that crossed my

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I've recently been thinking about the ones who go by the wayside when our true identities are revealed.  This wasn't just a random thought.  I noticed the other day that I had been unfriended on facebook by two of my friends from high school.  Now Facebook is not a huge deal to me.  It's not that they aren't my Facebook friends anymore that upsets me.  It's that they were really good friends to

drakameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14476407697557456408noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7239173469170530986.post-50073362158767082202011-03-17T17:27:00.000-06:002011-03-17T17:27:53.440-06:00

My parents were out of town last week, so I was "watching" the house.  My dad has a space on the counter where he puts a lot of his work papers and where his cell phone charges and things like that.  It's just his general area.  So when I was sorting the mail, I happened to glance over to the "pile" and lo and behold, there was a copy of "God Loveth His Children." I've heard a lot about this

drakameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14476407697557456408noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7239173469170530986.post-13214866726337729552011-03-16T20:32:00.000-06:002011-03-16T20:32:47.403-06:00

I have finally seen 8: The Mormon Proposition.  I've been wanting to see it since it appeared at Sundance, but I just haven't had the opportunity.  So I thought I would write a couple of my thoughts about it, even though I know that a lot of you have seen it and blogged about it already. First, I think Tyler and Spencer are absolutely adorable.  I love cute gay boys, they make me happy.  I think

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So I've been absent for most of this month, so I thought I'd take advantage of some much needed Spring Break time to catch you up on the little bits and pieces of my life.  Being a student is taking up a lot of my time.  But the good news is that I'm making progress.  Hurray!  I am in my last semester at Weber State and I will be receiving my associate's degree after this semester.  Once Spring

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I know I have been absent lately, and I hate that I have been. School has buried me for the last few weeks but my Nutrition teacher has promised that the second half of the class is a lot easier than the first half, so I'm hoping I will have time to blog again soon. I've got a few ideas for posts. I'd like to get them actually posted!So I just wanted to let you know that I'm alive and I've been

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I found a link to this blog while I was blog stalking one day (yes, I still do that).  He asked his readers to help him get his blog out there, so I thought I'd help. http://bballinthecloset.blogspot.com He's got a really great story.  He's a gay man who plays in the NBA.  I love basketball, so I find it pretty interesting.  Check it out if you like.

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We had a creative writing assignment in my English class about the intangible things that we carry.  Most largely for me is the fight between my timid nature and my desire to help other people, and get the message out there that gay people are not evil, terrible people.  A gay life is not a bad life.  But sometimes my lack of a loud voice, and my lack of confidence in the voice I do have keeps me

drakameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14476407697557456408noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7239173469170530986.post-4009349830916526312011-02-15T22:27:00.001-07:002011-02-15T22:29:17.858-07:00

Most of us in the restaurant business are not what you would exactly call religious.  But we do come from a variety of different religious backgrounds.  Being that it is Utah, even the most unpolished of us can and often do come from LDS backgrounds, but that's not the only case. One of the kids there is Baptist.  And he is fond of reminding my girlfriend and me that "even if Mormon Jesus

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Still deliberating on the reunion thing, but since there isn't even a date set yet, I figure that the time to stress about it is not right now. So in this Facebook group, it's all the rage to post what you were doing 10 years ago and what you're doing now.  I wasn't going to participate.  But then it occurred to me that this could be a useful thing to feel out the climate of the class.  I was in

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I had someone add me to a group on Facebook having to do with the ten year high school reunion that should be happening later this year.  Yikes.  I can't believe it's been ten years already.  Weird.  That makes me seem like I should be all adult-like, and I'm just not. We haven't had any other reunion since graduation day.  I don't know if that's typical.  Both my parents had five year reunions.

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I am gay. There are a lot of terms out there that could be used to describe me. We all use words that we're comfortable with, and that's completely fine. But for me in my gay life, I really don't use much more terminology than the actual word "gay."For instance, I don't like the terms same-sex attraction (SSA) or same-gender attraction (SGA), which are the terms frequently used in the LDS church

drakameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14476407697557456408noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7239173469170530986.post-29557945913797085532011-01-26T22:07:00.003-07:002011-01-26T22:13:08.726-07:00

I love vloggers. I don't know if that's the correct terminology or not, but I just love people who make video blogs.  I find them very interesting, entertaining, and enjoyable to watch.  I could spend hours on YouTube, just watching vlogs.  Don't get me wrong, I love bloggers too, and I have spent hours bouncing from blog to blog, reading story after story.  With vlogging though, you really get

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One was born on Friday.  One will be born on Tuesday. The one born on Friday, we'll call him Trey, comes into the world with very young parents.  They are not married.  Trey is their first child.  I don't know his mother's family, but I know his father's.  They are good people, but they haven't had what most would consider to be a stable life.  They all struggle holding jobs.  They struggle

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My brother-in-law has a sister who is getting divorced.  She is living with my brother-in-law and my sister in their extra bedroom.  Since my mom talked to my sister today and got some of the details, we had a small discussion about it too.  I've been there.  Going through a divorce is not the easiest thing in the world. I think my mom likes talking to me about stuff like this because I have a

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I realized today that December 27 passed by completely unnoticed.  Well, okay, I lived that day, I'm sure I worked that day, but that's the point.  It was just another typical day.  There was no significance attached to it in my mind. Good thing? Probably.  Moving on is nice.  December 27, 2005 is the day my divorce became final.  The first year was tough.  The second year, I tried to

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I was cleaning my room today and I found my journal from just after I came out to myself.  I read some of it, and wow.  That thing is just full of pain.  I'm glad I wrote it down, because it helped me work through so much of that.  I am also glad that I don't have pain like that to fill pages and pages of a notebook.  But it's good to see where you came from. I liked how Finding My Way shared a

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I'm not saying that this is typical.  I'm not saying that this is true of everyone.  It doesn't happen every week.  I am very aware that for every person that does this, there are probably at least a hundred that don't do this.  But it does happen quite a bit, and I feel the need to gripe about it for just a minute. If you've followed this blog for awhile, you know that I work in a restaurant. 

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January. It's a month of new beginnings and big plans.  People re-assess their lives and make goals based on what they're missing or what they have too much of, and what they want to see in their lives in the coming year.  It's a new year, which for some, means that it's a new chance.  It's a chance for hope.  It's a chance to heal the past and provide a glimmer of hope for the future. 

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I don't know if any of you watch Will and Grace.  I watched it all the time when I was younger but there were so many jokes lost on me.  Now that I'm out, it's absolutely hysterical.  I don't get to watch it a lot now, but I happened to catch an episode last night. The premise for the episode is that Karen sets up Will with her cousin Barry.  Barry just came out.  Will doesn't want to go out with

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I'm facebook friends with a lot of you, but for those of you who I don't know, this is what I look like (it's relevant to the story). For my job, sometimes I'm a manager. This was the case on Sunday.  It was getting to be the end of the night, so there weren't a lot of tables in the restaurant.  We're supposed to do table visits as managers to make sure that the food and service are great. 

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I don't know if anyone else watches the USA Network, but I watch it religiously.  They show a lot of Law and Order: SVU, which is one of my favorite shows, and I love their original series too.  Anyway, this month is Characters Unite Month, which is a really awesome idea in my opinion. They made a documentary called Bridging the Divide.  It is about the discrimination that still exists in

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Tonight is the family Christmas party for my dad's side of the family.  Since I didn't find out about it until about five days ago, I'm not going.  I have other plans.  I kind of wish I was available to go, but I'm also kind of relieved that I'm not going to be there.  The fear of the unknown gives me more anxiety that practically anything.  I get nervous around them, because I never know what to

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My girlfriend and I went to the Festival of the Trees on Wednesday night.  For those of you who don't live in Utah, this is a yearly benefit for Primary Children's Medical Center in Salt Lake City.  Hundreds of trees, wreaths, gingerbread houses, and stuff are decorated and donated, then auctioned off to raise money.  Then they have four nights of exhibition for the public to come view the trees.

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I know that I have so much to be thankful for.  My Thanksgiving this year was different from any Thanksgiving I've had.  It was new and almost weird, but it gave me time to really reflect on what I'm grateful for. First, I'm so grateful for my wonderful girlfriend.  She is amazing and amazingly good to me.  I hate my job, but I love that it brought us together.  We laugh often, we fight very

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I was on the Affirmation website last night and I stumbled upon a memorial for someone I went to junior high with.  I knew him.  His name was Marshall Myers.  Two years ago, he killed himself. I wish I had a loud voice or a blog that was read by millions, so I could shout and tell everyone that it really is completely okay to just be who you are. Yes, you might be rejected by some, but YOU

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Or more accurately, I hate what Sheryl Crow invokes the memory of.  For those of you who have followed my blog since the beginning, you know that in the process of coming out, there was only one friend that I lost.  We had been friends since high school, which was about nine years, and roommates for four of those.  It was unfortunate, but it happened.  It has now been about sixteen months since

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So I've had time to ponder my blog and its place in my life.  I know I'm not the first to have the "blogging identity crisis" and I'm sure I won't be the last.  But I think I know where I'm at now.  Here's what I've been thinking about. First: it's times like this where I wish I had a web camera so that I could accurately portray my mood and tone of voice.  Alas, the technology for that escapes

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I haven't been blogging much lately because I feel like there's been some drama.  I am a person who is not about conflict and drama at all, and I hate that there has been drama.  I understand it, I understand my part in it, I accept that, but I don't have to like it.  This is mostly because it has come to my attention that I have an audience that I perhaps did not plan on.  I've been in a place

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I know I need to get things out of my head when my dreams/nightmares are concerned about it all night long. I hope I sleep better tonight.

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Sometimes I don't understand people.  I work with the public, I see them all the time, I talk with them, I answer their questions.  Granted, it's a specific type of interaction, but it's still being with them for an hour or longer.  You can learn a lot about someone in a short amount of time.  But even then, all that interaction with people doesn't help me understand them sometimes. I suppose

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1: I enjoy wearing a tie. I think the Half Windsor knot is my favorite. Maybe that's weird but oh well. I'm weird. I'm okay with it. 2: I would really enjoy it if I could find just straight-leg slacks. I don't like boot-leg or flare and I'm not into the "form fitting" look. Even better would be girl slacks with boy pockets. Girl pockets aren't made to hold ANYTHING.3: Even if you guess that

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So I didn't watch Conference.  I don't have first hand knowledge of what Elder Packer chose to say.  But I did read the Salt Lake Tribune article.  It was the top story on the front page--GAYS CAN CHANGE.  Fantastic. Here's my thing.  Elder Packer is entitled to his opinion.  Anyone is.  Say what you want, I guess.  That is your first amendment right.  But I also think that as a person in a

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This last week and a half has been a bit of a roller coaster.  Big stress stuff, dealing with the craziness that life can throw right at you.  Probably the biggest curve was the sudden and unexpected passing of my grandma.  It's still really weird to me that she's gone.  It doesn't seem real, then it seems all too real.  This grandma is my mom's mother.  I went with my mom when she was with my

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(hymn 124) Be still, my soul: The hour is hast'ning on When we shall be forever with the Lord, When disappointment, grief, and fear are gone, Sorrow forgot, love's purest joys restored Be still, my soul: When change and tears are past, All safe and blessed we shall meet at last. Today was a rough day.  Today we said goodbye to my Grandma.  I know she is safe, I know she is happy, I know she is

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I have a few moments, so I thought I would do a quick update on what has been happening for me lately.  I noticed that it's been nearly a month since I last posted.  Where does the time go? I haven't been feeling the blog bug too much.  I have spare thoughts every now and then that I think, "I should write about that," but it often doesn't go much further.  I should probably start keeping a list

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I love finding little tidbits of inspiration.  They seem to occur in every day life, they can seem fleeting, but if you really pause and think about it, there are sometimes deeper meanings hidden within small things.  I love finding meaning in little moments like this. I picked up one of these tidbits in my English class last week. Since it was the first class, my teacher was giving his spiel

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Ever feel like this? I, I won't justify The way I live my life 'Cause I'm the one livin' it Feelin' it, tastin' it And you're just wasting your time Trying to throw me a line When you're the one drowning I like where I'm at on my back Floating down in my own riptide The water is fine. This is the chorus to a Sick Puppies song called Riptide.  I really like it (the whole album is really enjoyable

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So I received a comment on my writing blog from a person who wished to remain anonymous, basically saying "thank you so much, this helped me on my college assignment." Needless to say, I am making my writing blog private. I honestly don't know who reads and who doesn't, so if you would like an invitation to view my blog, please send me an email or comment on this post.  I'm happy to invite

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Whenever I see this sticker on a car, I wish I had some way of thanking that person for their display of support.  I wish I had some posterboard or piece of paper that said "thank you."  I wish there was a way to make eye contact and pass that message along.  But more often than not, and for my safety and the safety of others, it's a silent acknowledgement, and it's a silent "thank you" that I

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As I start this post, I am very much aware that I don't quite know where I'm going with it.  I suppose that I am doing what I have always done...working out my emotions through writing. Last year, my great-grandmother died.  She was 99 years old.  She always had an important place in my life and the lives of my sisters.  My parents made sure of it, and for that, I am eternally grateful.  My

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This last one is probably my favorite.  I love being happy. (all photographs taken and prepared by the fabulous J. Michael Wiltbank)

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Today is a good day. Today, Judge Walker in California made his ruling on Proposition 8, and the news is good for our camp.  Prop 8 has officially been overturned!  Who knows how long it will last, but let's enjoy the reprieve while we have it.  I really admire him for what he said about it: "Moral disapproval alone is an improper basis on which to deny rights to gay men and lesbians. The

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Sometimes I wish I wasn't a nice person. Sometimes I want to be mean.  I want to say what I really think.  I want to tell someone "no" and not feel guilty and terrible about it.  I want to be able to stand up for myself and not feel like I don't have the right to do so. Why is everyone else's happiness and well-being more important than mine?  Why should I work so hard to keep everyone else

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Maybe this is something that I shouldn't do.  Maybe this is something I should have done a long time ago.  I don't know.  Regardless, I'm doing this now.  The recent loss of life has, for whatever reason, hit me very deeply.  I feel like I can't sit still anymore when it comes to being who I am.  If I lose friends, they weren't really my friends.  If my family gets angry, they'll just have to be

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Some choices are easy to make.  There's no real fear of their consequences.  Something in you knows what choice needs to be made, so you make it.  Easy.  Some choices are much more difficult and require much more thought.  For me, that leads to some sleepless nights and stress.  We weigh the options and try to measure the consequences.  We pick up each piece to examine it and try to see what

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I just got back from family vacation.  The rest of the family is still out in California.  I had to work and I have school, so I had to come back early. Initially I was not excited to go.  There was all sorts of stress leading up to leaving on this vacation and it was difficult to get fired up about it.  This was vacation with my mom's family, so her two brothers and their families and my

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I don't have pics from Pride yet. My computer and I are fighting.My girlfriend and I did take some pics last night after Brandon and Michael's wedding though, and since I'm not fighting with my phone, I thought I would post some of those. This is my girlfriend. She's my favorite. :)I'm so lucky to have her. I just love her.

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How would this be?Someone I know was telling me that when his brother finally came out, his parents were ecstatic for him, because they had already assumed for awhile that he was gay. "Good for you," they said, "we know you'll be happier now."When his sister got engaged to a Mormon, his parents called a family meeting to discuss it.The "bad" and the "good" is really in how you perceive it.

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I suppose the title of this post could be somewhat misleading, so allow me to preface with this: I have not been kicked out of my house. That being said, I am writing this post from the safety and comfort of my car, because I have the night off and should be studying for my history midterm, but I do not want to go home.A brief summary of roughly the last ten months goes like this: I lived for

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Pride this year was so much better than last year and I loved every second of it! If you have never been to Pride, next year you should go with me. Here's a few significant moments:** The very best thing ever was that I was there with my beautiful girlfriend and we could actually hold hands and act like a couple without any fear!** The sunshine was out instead of hiding behind massive rainclouds,

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Today in my Geography class, we discussed the layers of the Earth. I have heard this before on someone else's blog, but I now have firsthand knowledge of the Mohorovicic Discontinuity, shortened to the Moho Discontinuity. And it's really weird to hear the word "Moho" from your college professor and know the conversation has nothing to do with religion or sexual orientation. I wonder if anyone

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Pride is this weekend and I am so excited! Last year was my first Pride and it managed to be both great and miserable a the same time. I was only out to about four people. It was an amazing experience to be in an environment where it was 110% acceptable to be loud and proud about who you are. At the same time, I felt sadness about not being more out. And I vowed that never again would I be in the

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Last week I pretty much cut all my hair off. Well okay, I didn't cut it, a trained professional did, but it's cut nonetheless. It used to be down to about the middle of my back. Now it's more the length of Ellen's, to use an example you might relate to. The thing that has surprised me most about the comments I've received is that I am "so brave."So I looked up "brave" in the dictionary and it

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I used to watch Will and Grace when it was new on TV. It was part of the Thursday night lineup with Friends and ER. Best night on television. And I loved it. When I was at my sister's house a couple weeks ago, I watched a re-run. And I just about died laughing. Will and Grace is a completely different show after coming out and hanging out in the LGBT community! I get the jokes now and I just

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There was an accident on Thursday night. My girlfriend and I were watching a movie.  She lives next to the train tracks.  When I looked out the window to see what was making the noise I was hearing, I saw a FrontRunner train.  Stopped.  That was weird in and of itself, but we assumed that there was something malfunctioning with the train or that there was something amiss with the tracks and went

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MEDITATION XVII (From Devotions Upon Emergent Occasions) NUNC LENTO SONITU DICUNT, MORIERIS. Now this bell tolling softly for another, says to me, Thou must die. PERCHANCE he for whom this bell tolls may be so ill as that he knows not it tolls for him. And perchance I may think myself so much better than I am, as that they who are about me, and see my state, may have caused it to toll for me,

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I thought I would share one of the family pictures that was taken this last winter.  With things I've recently read and watched and thought about, things pertaining to gay marriage, I find this particularly relevant, because I stand alone. I didn't plan on being gay. It wasn't on my list of things to be when I grew up.  I didn't choose it.  I didn't decide it would be easier for me.  I'll say

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I've been pondering all sorts of things lately, mostly when the day is over and I'm trying unsuccessfully to sleep.  Perhaps if anyone out there can put their own spin on my wonderings, it will help me either put my mind at ease or formulate a response I can live with. For whatever reason, I've been thinking about my history as a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints.  Maybe

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General Conference has made me nervous the last few times it has rolled around. It used to be an excuse for Dad to make an enormous breakfast, which we ate while still in pajamas and filling in answers on a seminary assignment, quietly taking bets on who would fall asleep first. It was a week off from the stress of Church. Not so much anymore. Dad still makes a big breakfast and if my sisters and

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Just thought I'd post a pic from last night's awesome Jazz game. Of course we're in the upper bowl, but that arena was built for basketball, so there's really not a bad seat in the house for a Jazz game. That's my man D-Will (Deron Williams) on the jumbo-tron. I realize that might sound strange coming from me, but being the True Blue Through and Through Jazz fan that I absolutely am, he's one of

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The mom is cool. She was cracking me up all night long. She's just like her kids. The brother is okay, but according to my girlfriend he's just weird anyway.The Jazz won and they won big!I had a blast. All in all, I rate it a five stars night, and it will take some of the pressure off when I next attend some sort of Girlfriend Family Affair. I am now exhaling an enormous sigh of relief.--

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Wednesday will be a big day for me. Besides being a much needed day off (hurray!), besides being the day that my girlfriend finally gets new contacts (hurray!), besides having tickets to the Jazz game (hurray!), Wednesday is the day that I meet my girlfriend's mom and step-dad. We're all going to the Jazz game because my girlfriend's niece is in dance and is performing before the game. Pretty

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Turns out that your ability to kiss someone is based on keeping air pressure in your mouth.So if you have a crown fall off one of your back molars while you're eating and you break it by biting down on it, then your dead tooth beneath it breaks before you can get the crown replaced, then your dentist tells you there's not enough tooth to save so he has to extract it, and in the process of doing

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May I be happy. May I be at peace. May I live with ease. May I be free from suffering. -- blogged from my iPhone --

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I've decided to change the name of my blog, along with the layout and a few other things, because I'm thinking that I'm in a new phase of my experience. I don't really consider this to be such a Rocky Path anymore.  I know that it has been and I know that there are times where it could certainly continue to be.  Coming out is a tremendous experience and it affords you the opportunity to feel

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I don't know if any of you have been following the story of Constance McMillen, but I've been paying attention to it.  Here's a brief synopsis for those of you who may not have heard about this. Constance is an 18 year old girl who lives in Mississippi.  She wanted to take her girlfriend to her senior prom and wear a tuxedo.  Rather than allow that to happen, the school district canceled the

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I don't know if it's obvious, but I feel like I need a change.  Maybe I need to cut my hair or quit my job or take more classes at school or buy a new wardrobe.  Maybe I need something that's completely off the wall.  I don't really know.  But I just feel stuck...in a rut...like something needs to be different but I can't quite put my finger on what it is. Things are great with my girlfriend. 

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