Inserection...

If you live in ATL, you know what that is.

This past weekend was the first time I ever went into an adult store. There were a lot of...hmm, "interesting" things there. It felt kind of awkward, weird yet fun all in the same. Of course, I wouldn't touch a thing. Not even the door.

By the way, I thought the cashier was a chick...

ATL Diaries: Doors opening?

So my life is getting a little more exciting since the last ATL Diaries post. Just a little.

I've made a new best friend in one of my coworkers. She's insane...but in a good, hilarious way. Her best friend also must moved to town a couple of weeks ago, who's also become my new best friend. They're the greatest. I've been getting out a bit more, going to parties and eating out at places like Copeland's and Hard Rock. We almost went skating at Cascade until we saw the long line of ghetto ass teenagers. So we decided to go to Sparkles. Yes, there's a skating rink called Sparkles. No, it's not an adults-only skating rink. Get your minds out the gutter.

I've also been hanging out with my cousin's friends. Or should I say now, my gay family. They are a time. Oh and yes, my cuzzo and I are back on good terms. He got over his lil attitude, lol.

An update on my coworker crush, or the "Bible toter" as one of my followers say, I'm still in awe at how he's been opening up more with me. All week we've been laughing and joking and talking about random things. Totally changes my perception of him. He's cool.

Also, one of my coworkers has a local magazine called Urban Grind and offered me the opportunity to write reviews for new and independent music. Doors opening, perhaps?

Forget the bitter shit...

A couple of nights ago, my mom texted me, asking if I had called my dad to wish him happy birthday. I had actually forgotten it was his b-day but I did know that the day was supposed to be something important; I just couldn’t put my finger on why. So Moms told me that my sister said our dad never called her. With her, if it’s not about her, she doesn’t care; she only cares for herself and her daughter. Then Moms said my lil bro told her that “The man ain’t called me in 19 years.”

The difference between me and them is I don’t harbor feelings of bitterness. Yeah, so my dad hasn’t called or been there when I needed him for majority of my life. It doesn’t change the fact that he’s half the reason I’m here. He’s still my dad, and the only one I’ll ever have. What happened in the past is in the past. I’m over that. The fact is my dad is here now. I started building a relationship with him, and when we get together, we talk about any and everything. I have a stepmom and another younger brother and sister that are going to look up to me. The bitterness they’re harboring is not allowing them to get past the past. It’s time to let that shit go.

Skooter

*On the phone with my bestie from Houston*

Bestie: Your cousins trying to hook me up with Skooter from the church. 
Me: "Skooter"? 
Bestie: Yes, but one of them say "you don't want him", lol. 
Me: But "Skooter" though? 
Bestie: Yeeesss... 
Me: Girl, what you gon do with a "Skooter", ride him?

Everything's beautiful through rose colored glasses...

Kelly Rowland, “Rose Colored Glasses”. 


What is it with K.Ro and these cheap ass videos? Once again, love the song but hate the video. She sure is working those hand routines though. Manly hands she has. And those arms. Kelly’s been in the gym a lot lately. Speaking of manly, anyone else get the “drag” vibe from K.Ro in this video?


Side note: Kelly's album has been delayed until 2011...or never.

Trailer: For Colored Girls...

I cannot wait to see this one. Tyler just may have struck platinum with this.

If you ask me, I'm ready...

No, I'm not talking about doing the unthinkable...although, I'm ready for that too.

I'm talking about finally coming out to the rest of my family and friends. I've become quite comfortable with who I am, not only as a person, but as a gay black man. Saying the words to a stranger, "I'm gay". The only thing is being able to talk about what happened to me as a child is not easy, and so is talking about the struggle in dealing with that and accepting myself. But last night, while talking to my friend, I realized that it's time. I can't keep this from them forever. My mom and sister chose to let me decide when I'm ready and, well, I'm ready.

But...the challenge is my best friend from back home. You know, the one that has more than just feelings for me? The church going choir director who says that she doesn't believe homosexuality is natural. She's kinda homophobic but not really. It's going to be really hard to tell her. I'm considering a written letter would be better to just lay everything out. I'm just not sure how to tell her yet but I know I want her to be the first person to know and that she should hear it from me, not anyone else. I owe her that much.

ATL Diaries: My First Pride...Part II

This past Sunday, as a part of Atlanta's Black Gay Pride weekend, all the ghey's gather together to socialize and meet up with friends and Twitter followers from all over the country at Piedmont Park. Since I wasn't doing anything else, I met with on of my Twitter buds and went to the park and checked out the scene (my first time at the park also). It was...a sight to take in. Shit just got real. I was in this great big crowd of my peers, people who are just like me. Well...some of them. Some of them were just ratched, cooned out, and over the top. They were just doing the most. But it was all good...kinda. I did meet up with a couple of my favorite tweeters from my hometown of H-town...all of us rocking our Sperry's. Wouldn't have it any other way. Met some others too. It felt strange but good to be in that environment. And yes, I did give some hugs, although that was kind of hard for me to do. My "Animal" shirt was very popular too, lol.

Then Labor Day (Monday). I was planning to go out to some place called Prime but my job kicked my ASS! I really saw no purpose me going in to work but my main supervisor said to do so. I only had to do ONE shuttle run which was the very first run at 7:10 in the morning. Normally, in my spare time, I would help in the restaurant and the front desk is like my back up position. Why did my other supervisor have me, dust mopping the lobby then wet mopping, vacuuming AND picking up trash that includes cigarette butts and beer bottles in the parking lot? If the main supervisor was there, I'd be straight chilling at the desk. By the time I left, my feet were aching so bad like Cicely Tyson had spent 8 hours in the cotton fields. Got home and fell out, knocked out on the couch. Ain't heard a phone ring or a text alert...till my coworker kept calling me repeatedly. We went out to Atlantic Station, walked around and had dinner and drinks at Copeland's Cheesecake Bistro. Yeah, we cut up and got personal, basically she became my new best friend. Then I went home and went back to sleep. The place called Prime didn't happen. Not even mad after the day I had.

ATL Diaries: My First Pride...Part I

So I went out last night. I thought I’d be staying in for the 2nd night in a row this weekend when one of the biggest black gay pride events are going on in town but fortunately (and unfortunately) my cuzzo’s “fam” called me and asked if I wanted to hang out. ‘Course I said, “SUUUUUURRRREEEE!!!” They named me the designated driver. Mind you I’ve had like 4 Jack Daniel’s Country Cocktail Downhome Punch and Four Loko Lemonade. So basically I’d been drinking almost all day. And I still was going to drink at this party. Cooked, watched the UT v. Rice game, got my outfit together then realized around 8pm that I’d forgotten to get my uniforms from the cleaners that closed 3 hours earlier. The cleaners, to make matters worse, is directly across the street. I mean, literally, I can look out of my window right at the place. Even worse? They’re closed today…AND, thanks to the holiday, tomorrow. I fricking work tomorrow and Tuesday!!!

Oh, well, back to last night. Okay, so the “fam” arrives and we head out. Nice house in a nice neighborhood, I don’t even know if we were still in ATL. (We were) The party wasn’t much of an environment that I’m used to. We go get our drinks (I had four Coronas and 3 mixed drinks all night), they go off and mingle while I’m off to the side trying to take it all in. I tell you, the eyes that would not stop staring. It was like they were HUNGRY. Dudes did come up and speak and stuff. One thing I found out. The gheys love to hug. I’d rather shake hands and be done. As the night went on, I started to loosen up and danced a little bit. One of my people was pretty much wasted. I’m talking stumbling, slurring, can’t stop laughing, hungry ass wasted. Had to take him to the car for a minute, lol. But he was STILL pulling numbers. Got 3 of them in my phone since he left his in the car, smh. Back in the party, after all the drinks, I’m still sober. Him…smh. He kept having to check up on me but really, we had to check on him to make sure HE was alright. 

I "think" I saw Marquis Phifer at the party. Dope dude from LateBoots.com. He looked exactly like him but I couldn’t really be sure. He was a little more thicker, as in buff/meatier (did I say “meatier”?) than Marquis and he wasn’t dressed like only MP can dress. Didn’t seem like his type of environment. Does MP have any tatts on his arms?

Should’ve sneaked a pic….

Anyway, we left about 3:30 and got back to my place. Boy was falling out on my floor and in the parking garage…smh. Thankfully, he didn’t vomit at anytime. Now I gotta pick up my cuzzo from the airport in 3 and a half hours, sleep some more and go out again later today. This is becoming an interesting weekend. 

You and me baby, we're stuck like glue...

This stays on repeat. My new favorite song:


Artist: Sugarland
Song: Stuck Like Glue

My best friend asked me about interracial relationships...

…because she has a crush on this white guy she works with. 

My response: “Think about my dad and my stepmom. Then think about my little brother and sister. Not to mention that I, myself, am mixed and so is most of my family. What do YOU think I think about interracial dating?”

In the year 2010, why is there still a concern about interracial dating? Funny thing though…isn’t it always the black women who are up in arms when they see a black man with a woman of any other race? People need to step outside of skin color. Love knows no boundaries. 

Or at least getting some good sex doesn’t…