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.

Decisions...

I know I have a long time before Fall 2011 but I think I’m reaching closer to a decision on which university I want to continue and finish, either Georgia Tech or Morehouse. I’m leaning more towards Morehouse.

I met a guest that stayed at the hotel this week who has a buddy that went to Morehouse and is now a doctor. He believes that having a Morehouse degree will provide better opportunities for me than GT. Plus Morehouse is more acknowledged than GT. I should be expecting a phone call in the next week or two.

Making connections in ATL.

Maybe I'll go to Spelman. o_o

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?

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?