[GMB] and I are both... well, let's be honest here... addicted to Legos.
It's difficult -- dare I say, "impossible" ? -- for us to say, "no," to a great Lego deal. After all, Legos are a great investment for our future children.
Of course, there are things which would better merit our spending/saving... so we may need an intervention soon.
But only after the Lord of the Rings sets are ours.
[GMB] and I are engaged.
Well, we're "officially" engaged. We're basically married, having committed to supporting each other through life. We've waited on anything "official," though, until [GMB] was out to his family.
This Christmas break, though, [GMB] courageously came out, and we officially got rings to symbolize our commitment to each other.
Ah, hell, there's no bad news here. I'm an extremely lucky guy.
I have never been so happy, healthy, productive, and stable in my life -- and a significant reason is [GMB].
He is an amazing support to me -- to put it mildly. I hope that I am able to be one to him.
Life back on my meds.
I was also able to find a new job. It's been a significantly awesomer fit (plus a 25% raise).
Life is good again.
... or is it?
While I have a decent eclection [sic] of talents, I have to accept that what I am actually able to accomplish is severely limited by my mental illness.
It's a difficult thing to accept.
I've been considering ECT.
My depression has been kicking my fesse and kicking my fesse and kicking my fesse throughout my entire life.
Medication (both herbal and Rx) has only done so much.
Cognitive therapy has only done so much.
Diet and exercise has [sic] only done so much.
Combinations of all of the above have only done so much.
I think it's time I try something else.
I'm tired of feeling... well... dead.
I pop my New York cherry in just a few hours.
Being a theatre and Marvel geek, I was considering pushing [GMB] into getting us tickets to see Spiderman: Turn off the Dark.
While I know it's received poor reviews, I usually take such with a grain of salt. My tastes are weird, and I tend to like things that most people don't really like. Granted, there were some things that made me worry.
Instead of jumping to conclusions, I gave the show the benefit of the doubt and finally listened to some clips from the original cast recording... and my fears were confirmed, namely:
Ew. Gross. No, please. Throw it away!
Bono's music (to my ears, anyway) is emotionally monochromatic. To play off of a contrasting, emotionally variegated show : "I Miss[ed] the Mountains." (extra points to those who know the reference)
That said, I must say that I applaud the risk. That, alone, is deserving my support (just not an immediate support, seeing as I'm presently out-of-a-job).
Not many people are risk takers, a trait I'm starting to quite highly value. I'm realizing that stagnation is, by large often [sic], due to not taking a chance. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if Spiderman, Turn off the Dark, is the beginning of some yet to be seen spectacular spectacularness in musical theatre.
I know I, being a huge X-Men fan, am now considering that it just may be possible to see a fabu musical based on an otherwise musically-benign comic book series.
"[M]y wife is about as gay friendly as a straight woman could be... But she has her limits. [She's grossed out by gay sex.]"
The Gay Sex 'Ewww' Factor, TwoLives
Someone who is gay friendly sincerely understands and accepts that two people of the same gender actually and truly can share the same bonds as two people of the opposite gender. Gay friendly people cannot be disgusted by homosexual sex any more than they can be disgusted by heterosexual sex.
Why would homosexual sex be more disgusting than heterosexual sex? I mean, think about the things generally involved in sex: the penis, the vagina, the anus, the mouth. I wouldn't want any one of those things, say, touching my food. Hell, I don't even want someone else's hand (also used in sex) touching my food!
So, really, any kind of sex is icky... if we take out the concepts of pleasure, connection, love, and reproduction. If we consider, however, the benefits, implications, and inferences of sex, then we have a completely different picture.
As an allegory, think about sitting down to eat with a friend. Your friend says, "This [insert your favorite food, mine would be Thai curry] is delicious! Try it." If you try it (and you probably would, I would assume) you will have swapped saliva in the process (even if you used different utensils). EWWW!
The sharing of the food isn't gross, but the exchange of saliva is gross (would you have poured even 1/4 of a teaspoon of just your friends saliva into you mouth?). The saliva swap, however, is secondary to the sharing of food, making the entire idea of sharing the food, well, not-so-EWWW.
It's the same with sex. Touching those body parts, swapping those body fluids... EWWW! That is, it would be disgusting if it were the primary concept of sex -- which it isn't. The primary concepts of sex are connecting, pleasuring, loving, and reproducing, making the entire idea of sex, well, not-so-EWWW.
Being grossed out by sex insinuates that such sex is merely playing with another person's (or other people's) gross parts without connection, without pleasure, without love, and/or without reproducing.
Being grossed out by gay sex (specifically more than you're grossed out by straight sex) is not gay friendly. In fact, it's quite the opposite. It's implying that gay sex lacks something that straight sex has (yes, I know it lacks the reproductive qualities, but think about it, nobody is going to say, "EWW! straight non-reproductive sex" when the grossed out one* is okay with reproductive sex).
*I thought I'd try it out in real life, Jay... and I like it... a lot. **
**This is what happens when you make private members public.***
***Aka poor encapsulation****