Ten Years Later

And you still fucking infuriate me. Sometimes I just want to hit you. YOU LET IT GO, HOOKER! I love you.

here's to you, funny little alien man

dear mr. kucinich,
you are strange, principled, honest, odd, and i just want to say i love you. you recently read all 35 articles of impeachment about our current and worst of presidents in congress. you may have alien visions, but you also have testicles, fuzzy little man peach. i adore you.

a retraction of sorts

for any of the OTPers who took offense at my atlanta post, let me clarify:  i got nothing but love for y'all!   i was referring to the great divide in the political landscape and money distribution of ITP and OTP (and by ITP, i include kennesaw, clayton, loganville - all the metro counties in addition to Atlanta).  it pisses me off that Atlanta, and the metro counties - ITP, if you will, generates almost 80% of the states monies in taxes and revenue, but the OTPers - valdosta or coffee county, for example - refuse to allow the state monies to be used to help the economic engine of the state grow.  No funding for the Beltline.  No funding for MARTA. no funding for the brain train.  no funding for public art, that would transform atlanta into a chicago or seattle scene. no funding for anything that will keep the engine running and will attract more people to the city.  that's all.  

change

so obama is the man. good for him, and good for us. where can i get a bumpersticker? even though i supported hillary, i really respect and admire barack. now - onto VP. Please barack - don't be an idiot - this is your first test. choose a woman (preferaby clinton, but i understand if bill makes you queasy - he's making me queasy, too, and he'd try to upstage you. that would suck.) and heal this party.

love and hate in the ATL

I’ve been living in inman park for 2 months now, and I’m just beginning to comprehend how amazing it is to live intown. I’ve discovered that I like biking, and have amazing greenspace and bike trails less than a mile from my house; I’m running through 100+ year old neighborhoods every other day; I walk the dogs through freedom and inman parks daily and see all kinds of interesting things and people along the way. Not only that, but on the non-healthy side, I walk to restaurants and can get tipsy and walk back home, and I can walk to all the shops in L5P and hilands. I fully understand now why people (including me) pay exorbitant prices to live here – it’s a lifestyle. My scope has gotten so small that even Decatur seems like Loganville now.

When I was just another snellvillian, downtown Atlanta was non-existant…certainly not somewhere you’d want to live. VaHi and Buckhead were already peaking, and Midtown was coming of age, but that’s it, and none of these places resemble what they did just a short 15 years ago. Now, I see people walking their dogs through the business districts, families walking and playing in the parks after work, and healthy development cropping up everywhere. For the first time, I’m kind of proud to be in Atlanta.

HOWEVER. While I’m falling in love with my birth city for the first time, the fact that I’m living in a state that refuses to acknowledge my status (gay and partnered) irks me more and more. I feel like a hypocrite, like I can’t complain about it because, well, I choose to live here. Of course, I have lobbied our representatives and governor, but nothing is going to change in pray-for-rain’s term as governor. The divide between the ITP and OTP folks just keeps growing, and even though the taxes generated ITP fund the state, the policies are made OTP with no regard for the city at all (no transportation $$, no MARTA funding, no social equality, etc.). I’ve having a big conflict, because I deride gays who go spend their weekends (and $$) in Pensacola because FL law HATES gays (worse than GA) but then I live in GA. i don’t know, I have a feeling, but I don’t know what it is. Like a changing feeling…like I’m changing. these social issues are becoming more and more important as i age, and i don't know what to do with them, other than to give more money to the ACLU. however, i don't think that will satiate the need to help change things for long, though i'm sure the ACLU won't complain.

wants

i want a cig. dammit.

Mouthful

It's summer and that means I'm bored. When I'm bored, I think of little projects to do around my house. This is what happens: I get in fixer upper mood. I go to the hardware store. I spend way too much money. I come home. I start the project. I get overwhelmed. I regret every thinking that I needed to improve anything.

Right now, my living room is stark white. Not because I want a white living room, but because I have primed the living room and now do not feel like painting it. I feel like I have been to boot camp. My body aches in places that I haven't thought about in years. I spent my entire Sunday priming the walls, and instead of feeling a sense of accomplishment, I just feel achy and pissed. Basically I bit off more than I can chew.