You know what it’s like when you first sleep with someone you don’t know? You become this blank canvas and it gives you an opportunity to project onto that canvas, who you want to be. And that’s what’s interesting because everybody does it.
What happens is - while you’re projecting who you want to be, this gap opens up between who you want to be and who you really are. And in that gap, it shows you what’s stopping you from becoming who you want to be.
—"Glen" (Chris New)
- Went to the club last night for the first time in years. Also, for the first time while single. Got smashed by “punch” before leaving the house so couldn’t really enjoy the Tokyo tea that was passed my way.
- Drunk guy came alllllll the way in my space and attempted to greet me and tell me exactly how drunk he was. Between his accent and the alcohol, all he did was make me and the 5 people around me uncomfortable.
- I looked away. Nice arms though. Looked away and directly at the booty popping go-go boys against the elevated platforms. (if you look good at a distance…)
- I was asked to put my number in a guy’s phone. It all happened so fast, I declined. I shoulda danced with him though. It made me wanna go to the club again, but I did still feel way out of place. I felt old. And I felt weird. And I had that annoying buzz. (the kind where you aren’t drunk enough to giggle but not sober enough to drink more because you’re afraid you’ll hurl your soul over the next cologne doused military shirt that walks by).
- Now I’m sitting on my living room floor in my underwear, blogging, as if I don’t have a photo shoot to do in 30 minutes. 4 hours of sleep. And too much to do. I need a day and my day is coming.
I need breakfast.
And also a nut.
Happy Father’s Gay
One of the featured shorts during Baltimore’s 2012 Artscape. The Maryland Film Festival presented this for the Comedy Shorts at the Charles Theater.
Meet Me Off The NET
a necessary reminder…
Mo’Nique, Baltimore native, for marriage equality.
The comments weren’t so positive. But that’s people for you.
I get from other men
what my daddy never gave
He just left me a house
full of lonesome rooms
and slipped on in his grave
Now when muscled arms enfold me
A peace descends from above
Someone is holdin’ Maybelle’s boy
and whisperin’ words of love
Lamont B. Steptoe