2012 - Bring It On...

I've made some adjustments in 2011. Accomplished some goals. Left behind some more drama and unnecessary people.

Now I'm looking forward to 2012. I'm looking forward to conquer more goals. I want to travel more. On my list so far is the Bahamas, DC and NY. If I can, I'll squeeze in N.O. and another trip to Miami. I still need to head to the west coast since I still haven't been that way yet but I'll save that for later. I have to get my bestie over her fear of flying.

Now that I have my apartment, I'm looking forward to some wheels. Marta takes up a lot of time in transit between work and home. That's why I hardly go anywhere else. In this city, you NEED a frickin' car.

I've caught up on my student loans and got myself out of default. Next step, school. Since I just moved, it ain't happening in January. But I'll be damned if summer comes and goes before I get into somebody's class. I got a degree to finish working for and a stage to cross, and I'm not stopping until that happens.

I know I said I gave up on love but there seems to be this little small teeny tiny part of me that keeps holding on to it. I need to get "love" out of my system completely. I don't see love in my future at all. Mostly, because I refuse to open myself up to the possibility ever again. I'm perfectly content with myself.

And I'm going to make working out an everyday priority. Well...almost every day. I've been slowly slimming down a bit so it's time to get started again. Need to tone up and get rid of some man boobs and love handles. Oh and I have to work on the ass a little more. I don't have a damn half a cake back there at the moment.

I may get a second job. Or maybe find one that pays more my worth and skill. I do love the hotel business though. Especially at a hotel in the middle of Midtown Atlanta.

And lastly, I might try this grindr thing out again and open myself to meeting people. Not for hook up reasons either. It seems that's all the gays are looking for these days.

ATL Diaries: Catching up...

So my life is becoming quite a bit active that I haven't really been updating as much.

Well, that and Tumblr is occupying most of my time. But that's not why we're here.

Gym is paying off. I'm now down 8 lbs since starting. I fit in size 38, size XL (notice ONE "x"), my favorite camo shorts now require a belt which still doesn't hold them up, my work uniform is getting too big...or I'm shrinking. I'm on my way!!

One of the new outfits I bought when I went shopping. Yes, the XL shirt and the 38x30 slim straight jeans. Ignore the pose. I just felt damn fabulous that day. And my butt is kind of filling out. *Stares in the mirror*

I've also noticed that I've been gaining some confidence in myself. Yay, me! Now, that doesn't mean I think of myself as sexy, cute, handsome and all those things. It's just some confidence. Until I get a little more, I still consider myself is not cute, sexy, handsome and all those overrated words.

Over the weekend, my bff and I went to the Royal Comedy Tour to see Bruce Bruce, D.L. Hughley, Sommore and some other people I never heard of but they were all frickin' hilarious! Yes, even Mr. Hughley. That was a surprise.

And as you can see, my hair is twisted again. This time I'm trying to let it lock. Three weeks so far. I kinda don't like it now because it seems different from the way I wanted.

What yall think? *btw, it's time for some retwisting of the roots...looking a little rough here*

Anyway, that's the T in the life of AJ. Until next time...

ATL Diaries: Massages and Mexican

Over the weekend, my bff and I decided to get massages because our backs have been killing us from our workout training. She already had the experience and it was my first time so I didn't really know what to expect. There was the robe, which I've never worn one a day in my life...and I had to strip to my undies. Kinda uncomfortable in the presence of women you don't know. Now a sexy man you don't know...

Getting back on point. The massage was GREAT!!! No more back pain. Less tense. An experience I will do again!

Then we went to try this Mexican restaurant called Chepe's. I was a bit skeptical at first because no other place can do real mexican food like Texas. But once I saw that menu, I knew I was about to get some real Mexican...in Georgia!! Maaaaaaaannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!!!

Enchiladas Mexicanas!!! This bitch was so damn good. Look at it. Look at this shit!!! Dammit, it even just look good.

The Chepe's Margarita. This bitch. This HUGE ass summabitch! This is supposed to be a damn mug. Bitch, this is a muthafuckin' PITCHER! The photo can't even show y'all how big it is but just look at that straw. You see that big Coca-cola glass of water? Man, when I say I was feeling guuuuuuuuuuuuuuuud....

A Night at Luckie Lounge...

So last night, me and my bff went to Luckie Lounge for drinks to celebrate her “21st” birthday. Before we even got there, we were cutting up. The waiter asked for our drink orders: she got the Hurricane and I asked for anything with liquor and he brought me something called the “Owwwwt”…says it’ll knock you out. 

Bitch was strong as hell but I was still awake. Then I got a Hurricane but bff couldn’t even finish her one drink lol. For dinner and dessert I had something called the Shrimp and Grits, and Volcano chocolate cake.

I could’t resist taking a pic of bff’s banana bread pudding…or I think that’s what it was called.

For the rest of the night, it was the club scene at Luckie. We danced and acted a fool after a few beers.

We’re supposed to do it again tonight…but I’m still kinda recovering. No hangovers but too many drinks. SMH.

ATL Diaries: Getting out...

Okay, so I haven't really been getting out much in a while. For one, it's been so damn cold, you'd think Hell had frozen. Then there was the snow and ice storm, which I don't do well in. Then there's been me working a lot of OT. Plus, I hate going places on my own. Like, I really hate it.

So I've decided to make a change. This past weekend, I made my way to Buckhead. I walked around Lenox Square for a bit, studying the mall and which stores are there. Gotta know the place for when I'm ready go shopping. After that, I walked down to Barnes and Nobles, picked up E. Lynn Harris' "Basketball Jones" and a political thriller "Dark Horse" (I'm a political junkie). Also, I sat in Starbucks drinking a green tea frappucino and tweeting.

The next day I decided to go to Piedmont Park to start reading "Dark Horse" but little did I know, all the "kidz" were out going to the park. So I decided to sit in Subway, grabbed a bite to eat and started reading. As I was making my way back to the bus stop, some guy with a group of friends decided to try and get my attention by repeatedly yelling, "Aye, homeboy". I completely ignored him and his friends. Just a moment earlier, they were cussing and flipping someone off publicly and loudly. I refuse to give my attention to someone who's mentally still in high school and has lack of respect. It didn't matter how sexy he was. Not happening.

Here it is, only Monday, and I'm already looking forward to the weekend. I want to go out and have drinks someone and catch a movie. I can't just sit in the house all the time anymore. I have to get out there if I want to end up meeting someone. But mostly, I'm just trying to treat myself. #MeTime

ATL Diaries: Happy Holidays...from Houston

Happy Holidays to all.

I was able to get a couple of days off work (the first days I've taken off since I started 5 months ago) and head home...the REAL home...to Houston for the Christmas holiday. Luckily, I got away before the snow came into ATL. Yes, I hate snow. Plus it was so warm in H-Town that I got to wear my Sperry's for the first time in weeks! Anyway, I took my first flight on a plane ever and let me just say it wasn't easy. And the fact that it was those small express jets didn't make it any easier.

It was great being around my family. I hadn't seen them since I left six months ago. I barely got halfway up the driveway and my niece comes running into my arms. I missed that little girl soooooooo much. She's going to throw a fit when I have to leave tonight. I don't blame her; I don't want to leave her. She's my baby, pretty much the closest I'll ever get to having my own kids.

Now it's back to ATL and back to life. I hope the snow is going to be gone. I'd hope the cold will be gone but that's pushing it. This was a great vacation but it's time to make some moves in 2011. Oh and start planning my next trip. But...

...about this flight tonight...

ATL Diaries: Playing catch-up

Yeah, I know. I've been neglecting my blog but it's been quite a busy life for me since the last update.

Working hard for the money: I've been working so much overtime over the past 3 or 4 weeks. I've been tired and exhausted. At the same time, I'm writing so many articles for the next issue of this local magazine. But in the end, the checks...well, direct deposit...shows it's all worth it. I gots goals to accomplish and dreams to make reality.

Up in da club: I finally decided to go to a club since my horribly unimpressive first gay club experience at Bulldogs four months ago. A friend and I went to Rain in the West End area of Atlanta. To be honest, I really enjoyed myself. The crowd was much younger, mostly around my age though some younger and a few older. It was my kind of crowd outside of the grown and sexy type crowd I'm used to with the straight clubs (that have a dress code).

Now that she's gone: I miss my best friend. Not talking about the one from Houston, although I miss her too. I'm talking about the new one I made here. You see, our hotel was being renovated and upon completion some jobs were being eliminated. Hers being one of them. But the bossman offered her another position, doing much more work for just a few cents more, which he was going to give her the position anyway. But she ended up getting a better job offer in Philadelphia. So, last week she moved. It's not the same without her anymore. At least we still talk, text and Skype. Hopefully, I'll be able to visit Philly at the beginning of the year. Now I don't have anyone I can cut up and act a fool with here. :(

Thanksgiving alone: Yep. It was my first Thanksgiving without my family. My cousin and his friends were going on a road trip to New Orleans but I decided not to go. I was saving my money for my trip to Houston for Christmas instead. I didn't really plan to do anything. My best friend was already gone by this time. Well, I had to cook this turkey my cousin decided to buy, knowing he was going to be gone. It was the first time I ever cooked a turkey and I'm proud of myself for how good it turned out. Of course, naturally, I cooked cornbread dressing, collard greens, broccoli and rice casserole, oven-baked mac-n-cheese and candied yams. Also made pumpkin pie, to top it off. My fridge is STILL full. I don't know how to cook for one.

So that's been me since the last post. Yup.

ATL Diaries: Star Struck...

I'm not the type to be star struck when it comes to meeting celebrities. I've met Destiny's Child v.2, Rodney Hampton (formerly of NY Giants), Bill Clinton, etc. I never do all the screaming and squealing and jumping around.

Then I met her.

Chilli of TLC. And still wasn't star struck.

In fact, I was getting the shuttle van washed at the car wash in Midtown this morning. A woman 2 seats down called out “Ro!” and I glanced up but didn’t pay much attention. When “Ro” walked past me, I looked up and noticed her bag, which had a picture of Chilli’s son Tron on it. “Ro” sat next to me and as kept looking at her because she seemed familiar, she looked directly at me. I then recognized her. “Chilli?”, I said. She smiled and waved, “Hi. How are you?” I replied, “Great, and you?” “I’m good, thanks,” she said then continued her conversation with the friend. Asking for autographs and pictures was out of the question. Besides, she wasn’t there for long as they left like 2 minutes later. 

Chilli’s so beautiful in person, and so small. And yes, the baby hairs were real.

It was cool meeting her and she seemed human. I know I should get used to this because I'm sure I'll see more since I live in ATL. 

I mean, I've seen Gucci's tour bus like 5 times already. He's one I don't want to meet though.

ATL Diaries: Coming Out...

I posted a while back that I was going to come out to my best friend. And as you all know, or maybe you've been hiding under a rock, this past Monday was National Coming Out day. I was intending to write a letter because I didn't think I'd be able to get everything out over the phone. However, when I realized on Monday that it was Coming Out day, I decided to send an email because I felt more confident that day. The entire time I was typing, I was a nervous wreck. I was scared. I almost didn't press "send".

But I'm glad I did. My phone vibrated signaling a text message. It was from my best friend.

"Awwww...I'm here for you no matter what and I'm glad u are happy"

I don't do crying, except when watching The Lion King. But dammit if I didn't cry like a lil bitch after reading that. She's the greatest. Someone once told me, "Once you got a good friend, they will ALWAYS be your friend." I have a good, true friend. The next day we spent 3 hours on the phone as normal. Well, till my phone died. But it was like nothing's changed.

Today, all of my friends and family knows, and I have their love and support. I should have just come out years ago. SMH. As my good bestie Peppah would say, "You're a gay now!"

Side note: my new friend here figured out I have a crush on our coworker aka the "Bible Toter". I don't know how she figured it out but she did, lol.

ATL Diaries: Niagara Falls

I have a terrible cold. I had the place to myself since Wednesday and I get sick, vomiting and shit. Even with a nose running like Niagara Falls, my friend took me out of the house Saturday. We went to the Atlanta BBQ Festival in Atlantic station. One guy, who I think was just a kid (read as in teen), went out of his way to check me out as I walked by. I’m talking from the moment I was walking in his direction until I was well past him. Yeah, you gotta be a little older buddy. 

Then she took me to 5 Points/Underground. I don’t like that place. I never really go there because it’s too ghetto. I was so uncomfortable too. And can y’all believe she took me into Rainbow??? I have a bad judgment in friends because my bestie back in Houston did the same damn thing. Rainbow, though? Ugh. And yes, eyes were on me too. Some of them were looking grossly though.

We passed by what looked to be a block party or something. She wanted to stop there until we asked what was going on. Soon as dude said Clark-Atlanta homecoming, we burnt off. No thank you.

After that, we went to Camp Creek. That was much more my environment…suburbia. Out of the ghetto-ness. Had a nice time, bought a few things.

Ended the night by going to…the West End. I know about the West End because Madea talked about the West End, and I swore I’d never go to the West End. But there we were…in the West End. Now that was the “hoodt”. Not “hood” but “HOODT”. She was going to go into the store for a minute and leave me in the truck but I was like, “Hell to da naw!” I didn’t mind walking into Simply Fashion as long as she didn’t leave me by myself. Not in the hoodt, buddy. 

Her: Would you live out here?

Me: Hell to the no!

Her: Why not?

Me: Do you see this shit? My chances of getting shot increases by 214 percent. Matter fact, lock the doors and let up the windows.

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?

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. 

ATL Diaries: Silent Alarms...

I haven't done this in a while.
On the love front, shit still the same. It's hard to let go but I'm trying. I never thought I'd go through that again but I did and was left with disappointment and heartbreak. Maybe I should just give up on it all.

The job is going good. Meeting lots of people from all over. I'm also learning to work the front desk. Speaking of front desk, remember the sexy gay co-worker I wrote about? The Bible-toting one with the attitude? Yeah, he's been a lot friendly and talkative lately. What's weird is he gave me a new Bible as a gift. Yeah, okay.

The other day I found the silent alarm by accident. It was a very, VERY slow day. I was bored and was playing with something that I didn't know was the silent alarm. I didn't even know that we had a silent alarm. I found out when the police showed up. Boy, was I embarrassed.

I haven't been going out, which sucks monkey balls. Seriously, I gotta make some friends out here. I'm gonna be alone for Labor Day weekend. Who wants to take me out?

ATL Diaries: Green and Drama

So, as most of you know, I started my new job last Monday. I'm a shuttle driver for a hotel that I'm not going to say because some of you might come looking for me for discounts and shit. I also do other tasks too but that's besides the point. I started out the first three days with the trainer doing the driving showing me all the routes and spent the final two days of the work week behind the wheel. My first day driving was not that bad though I did hit a few bumps and curbs. The second day was smooth. No bumps or curbs. I pretty much learned the routes and know most of my way around the Midtown/Downtown area now. Don't expect no tours from me. I'll still have you lost. Oh yeah, a piece of information that was omitted when I applied, I get tips too...and don't have to report it. Yay!
But getting to the most important part of this entry: My cousin, who got me the job, was my trainer. He works at another hotel location in the company but used to work at the one I'm at now. So of course, he knows all the people. I like to get to know people upon meeting them and observe their personality, which will let me know if I 'll like them or not. Mind you, I don't go to work to make friends. Some of my coworkers have told me how they don't like some of the others (including not liking my cousin). They were spilling all the tea. I mean, JUICY!! BUT...my fam got my back though. He told me about every single person that is my coworker. Their demeanor, personality, habitat...everything. He's had it out with the cook, who's trying to get all buddy-buddy bestie with me, probably because she knows I'm my cousin's kinfolk and that would piss him off. Oh, and she don't like the gays. Sure enough, she'll figure me out if she hadn't already. Fam told me to draw my own perception of everyone, and I said I will but I stay on alert and guarded. All I can do is take his word and watch out for these folks.
And then there's this cute guy who works the front desk. Well, cute is an understatement. But anyway, I found out that he is a team player ("gay" for you slow folks) but you wouldn't even know it unless your gaydar is THAT DAMN GOOD. But he's one of those Bible-toting, scripture-quoting self-hating types that probably thinks that will make up for his sexuality in the eyes of Gawd. He's cool but if he start preaching, I'm pulling a Madea. You know...put up that church finger and walk away. Nothing against religion as I am "Christian" myself, I just don't do the Bible stuff or the church thing. I have my reasons. Oh but he and my cousin got into it the other day. Man, I tell you, for a gay man who's so masculine, he's apparently a lot of drama. Yeah, we'll just keep it on a somewhat friendly level.

So I'm learning the city a little more, making money and making moves. Next goals: car and my own place...finally. Yeah, I've never had my own place. It's about time. Hopefully by the end of the year.

Oh, and I need something to do for Labor Day weekend. Fam going out of town and the one friend I made here is moving away for a while. I hate being alone for holidays.

ATL Diaries: up in the club...

So I've been in ATL for two weeks now. My job keeps changing my start date but let's hope I start this week. Until then, I'm just going to say TBA. As for non-employment related stuff, would you believe if I told you that I still haven't gone anywhere? Well that changed this past Saturday. My cousin and I went to Midtown Bowl where he introduced me to his friends...all 49 of them. *thats just an exaggeration btw* He did have a lot of friends, which is his "family". I'm still trying to learn and get used to this lifestyle but I'll probably never understand the purpose of a gay family. #Dontjudgeme. Anywho, they're all cool and fun but...they're pretty much G.H.E.T.T.O. After 9 frames I bowled a 79 (we didn't finish before our time was up). Needless to say, despite my quiet nature upon meeting new people, which is really me scoping them out *think of it as personality screening*, I had fun. Afterward, some of us decided to go to a club. Thanks to my cuzzo, everyone knew I was pretty new to the scene so this would he my first time going to a gay club…Bulldogs. I thought it was an alright experience, besides the no-talent DJ who couldn't mix the music right. Hell, I would have done a better job with my experience. The crowd was a bit on the older side. One of our friends, who's more around my age or maybe younger, realized (probably not paying attention) this was my first time then turned to me and said "I feel sorry for you. Your first time in a gay club and they brought you here?! That ain't right." They wanted to get me to loosen up and dance but I don't dance...in the clubs. House parties are a different story. At least nobody groped me or else #thatsaproblem. But it wasn't all bad because my cuzzo and his friends kept me entertained. Like seriously they are some fools.

I hate meeting a big group of new people because I can never remember names that way. The few that did go to Bulldogs I did remember because it was more personal since it was a very small group. I think they might have made me a part of the family. They kept referring to me as my cousin's "child". Um...O_O And I've been branded. According to them, my alter ego is Helen Keller. Don't ask. I see fun times in the near future.

So I came out...

...the other day to my cousin, whom I'm staying with here in ATL. Yeah, he's gay too.

He had asked if I wanted to go out to the club with him and his friends, so I told him "sure". He then emphasized it's a gay club. I told him, "So."

A few days later, he wanted to see if I was sure if I'd have no problem going to a gay club, right? So he asked me why, and I told him "because I am."

"You are what?"
"Gay."
"Are you sure?"
*Blank stare*
"Fuck you mean, am I sure?"

Basically, he kept asking question after question. I had to explain how and why I was sure. I wasn't even prepared for where this conversation was going.

"Do you want to be with a guy?"
"Have you been with a girl? Did you like it? How was it?"
"When was the last time you've been with a guy?"
"How many guys?"
"Tell me about your first time."
"Did you give or receive?"
"How did you know about 'cleaning yourself'?"
"Where have you had sex?"
"How big were these dudes?"
"Do you still talk to them?"
"Are you talking to someone now?"
"Are you going to give up the goodies to him?"

Needless to say, this was the most craziest, awkward conversation I've ever had. Then he had to make me tell him the words "I'm gay" because I've never really spoke them before. Countless times. Until I got comfortable saying it. I think I was comfortable by the 2nd time but he was being an ass. I love my crazy kinfolk.

ATL Diaries: The first week...

I'm starting my new life in Atlanta. So far, I haven't done much. I did meet my future co-workers and the boss. Had some of the soul food that gave me the serious case of the "itis". I live in Midtown, about 5 to 10 minutes down the street from CNN headquarters, Phillips Arena and the Georgia Dome. In fact, I can see all three from my place. Great view. I can't wait to start hitting up the malls and clubs. One club I want to go to is Traxx because I hear so much about it. I'm finally being myself. Oh yeah, I spent an evening with a special person, finally meeting him for the first time. Could something happen? Stay tuned...

New Beginnings...

Atlanta, here I come!

I still can't believe this is actually happening. I'm really leaving the only place I called home since birth: Houston. It will always be my home and I will miss it so much. Everybody's there: my family and friends, acquaintances. *I'm not gonna cry*sniffles* H-town will always be the best...despite Rick Perry, the "Teabaggers" *lmao* and some ghetto country bumpkins. I'll miss the beautiful skyline, trail rides in the middle of the hood, the daily schizophrenic weather, Dave Ward and them, um...well, Astroworld has been gone 5 years already but I'll still miss that like I do to this day. Some restaurants. Oh, especially the Mexican food. No other state can do Mexican like Texas; it's the closest to the REAL thing you'll ever get. Shit, the right restaurant probably IS the real thing, lol. What else: being an hour away from the beaches, Schlitterbaughn (however that place is spelled), the Houston-Dallas rivalry, Rockets games (screw the Texans and Astros), voting for Bill White (Dem) for governor. I'm gonna have to learn everything about Atlanta. By the way, I'll never be a Hawks or Falcons fan. I mean, honestly, they suck. Love me or hate me, I'm a Cowboys and Rockets fan til the day I die. *Atliens probably hate me already lol*

Does it snow in ATL often? I only like snow every four years. Houston thing.