So sue me if I decide to make it as gay as possible!!!

That’s how I celebrate my patriotism.

Posted on July 4th, 2008 by Daniel
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Today was pretty busy.

First Seth had an interview at 8am this morning, which lasted about two hours.  And all it was for was yet another of those cock-n-bull pyramid schemes.  In hindsight, it should have been a red flag that the guy wanted to interview him at a nearby Starbucks.

Then, not long after he came home from that, we headed over to a place that was looking for a receptionist.  I knew I was more than qualified and do have a pleasant personal/phone voice (if I do say so myself…and I do!!), so I wanted to apply.  As it turns out, it was at a large Mercedes Benz dealership.  I walked in, introduced myself to the lady whom I was supposed to see, she looked me up and down, then said in a very smarmy tone, “The position was filled yesterday.”  Never mind the ad for this position appeared for the first time in the paper YESTERDAY!!!  It was all-too obvious this bitch was using the old tired way of avoiding a reverse discrimination lawsuit because she’s one who thinks only women can/should be receptionists.

That’s not paranoia, folks…this woman had the look on her face and the tone of voice that made her disdain for my testicular fortitude of even thinking I should waste her airspace quite apparent.  I’ll bet her vagina is as rough as sandpaper.

I thanked her for the 2 1/2 seconds of her precious time she’d wasted and scuttled out the door while 2 or 3 salesmen were snickering with her.

Fucking assholes.

That (and the fact that I’ll never be able to afford one) is precisely the reason I’d never own one of their shitty cars.

Anyway…

So then we drive about 11 miles north to a nearby town that is looking for an administrative assistant.  I go in, hand her my resume and she asks me to fill out an application.  Interview to follow…

…that is…

…if they fail to notice that I put 08/03/08 where I was supposed to write in the date.  What the hell was I thinking??  Probably still reeling from the shame at the Mercedes place.  That bitch!!

Next we drove to a storage place (this chain seems to be all over town) that was looking for an office manager.  I, again, handed over resume, filled out application and thanked them for their time.  While I was filling out the application, I noticed the lady went out to her car to get her lunch, which turned out to be a salad that smelled like rotting fish stuffed in a dead horse that choked on a festering oyster.  Guess what…her car was a fucking Mercedes.

Just in time after that, we decided to stop for some lunch at Subway.  In the parking lot, guess what kind of car I was cut off by…?

So we came home with just enough time for Seth to get ready for his second interview of the day.  Also, I needed to poop.

This interview was with one of the local TV stations.  He’d applied with this place weeks ago, filling out their application, then faxing that and his resume, and then mailing a hard copy of each to them (just for added measure).  He was shown around, had things pointed out, interviewed and then handed a form for him to go to some other location to get a urinalysis.  He feels pretty confident about this place, so I’ve got my fingers crossed.

Oh, and I was going to add some uber-funny pictures on here to sort of punctuate several paragraphs, however, fucking PhotoBucket appears to be as worthless as that bitch I mentioned above.

I’ll bet the asshole owner of that website owns a Mercedes.

Posted on July 3rd, 2008 by Daniel
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Well, it’s been a month now and still no luck finding work. Since Seth & I relocated here to Fresno, we’ve collectively submitted our resumes hundreds of times and filled out as many applications. The sucky part is that all the applications have to be filled out online.

I hate this process!! It takes - on average - 1 1/2 to 2 hours to complete their apps. Mostly because of their crappy websites. But you muddle through each one because you’re desperate. Then you realize they’ve asked for your resume first and then every question on the app is already answered on the resume…and they ask the same questions over and over on different sections of the app.

Fine…I’ll jump through your multi-redundant hoops. After all, you must be serious about the job…why else would you want so much information so many times?!?!

I mean, who wouldn’t want to hire us…?

Then you wait for the response from them to come to your email.

And you wait…

And you wait…

And you wait…

Sometimes, though, you get a response back within minutes!! How great is that?? Then you click on it and they’ve inserted a link for you to click on to go to the next stage. And that link takes you to a page that shows you what a fantastic job it is and all the delicious benefits you will be getting and as you keep scrolling down, your nipples are getting harder and you’re getting wetter because you just know what you’ll do with all that money when it starts rolling in. Honestly, they make it sound like little short people dressed like lawn jockey’s are going to walk up to your front door every hour with a silver plate loaded with cash!!!

Then, at the bottom of this “completely credible” response/offer, you read just how much money you have to send them in order to get the rest of the information.

“Obviously, this site has a nominal, one-time fee of $39.95 in order to weed out the window shoppers and for running everything but you will be making that back ASAP if you’re serious.”

So far, every response I have received has had the same “one-time fee”.

Maybe it’s just me and I’m just being too petty or picky. But I simply refuse to PAY an employer to hire me!! I’d rather have my balls pounded flat with a mallet than do that.

See, I fell for that “offer” once before and got burned by it. Sent them their “one-time fee” of $39.95 and after 2 1/2 months, got their material in the mail. It consisted of a brochure of all their training manuals and literature, which you also had to pay for. I fought with those assholes for months to refund my money, but never heard from them again. They could have at least put a condom in the envelope with the brochure, since they knew they were going to screw me.

One good thing so far has been that I’ve been able to show Seth some sights. Most recently we went down to L.A. for the weekend to visit some friends (who are fantastic hosts), Bill & Shawn, and also spend some much-needed time with Scott who was there visiting from Missouri. We have been missing him so much and were giddy when we finally got down there.

Last Sunday, we all went down to San Diego to go visit the zoo. What a blast that was. The weather was perfect, the food was over-priced, we got some web video recommendations from a guy who looked just like Freddie Mercury and I got to know that Bill has the same twisted sense of humor as I do.

The following are a few pics from there…

Yeah…it was a pretty nice distraction from the daily grind of job-hunting. And the timing couldn’t have been better.

Now I need to get my ass back to filling out useless and redundant applications.

Wish us luck.

***

Posted on July 2nd, 2008 by Daniel
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Last Thursday was a great day! Daniel and I did something for the first time. We didn’t venture out in the city to get to know the town, but we actually took our first trip, other than the move. We made the hour drive North to Yosemite National Park. It was very lesbian of us. We were in our hiking shoes, sleeveless shirts, and in the woods. Throw in a couple dogs, a Jeep, and a Conway Twitty hair do, and we would have been set! 

Our day started off like normal. The maids were coming in to clean and we had to leave the house. I guess they just don’t like an audience. So, while they were in, we went out. We haven’t seen much of the southern side of the city, so we decided to venture down there. We passed through downtown, which let me mention it’s not all it’s cracked up to be. The only thing it really had going for it were the tremendous selection of thrift shops. I love thrift shops! So, we decided we’re going to go back there some other time. Maybe after we have jobs and money.

Anyway, as we passed through downtown we decide there is just nothing but dirt and old buildings in that direction. So, we headed North. We were going through our daily ritual of deciding “what do you want to do today?” I couldn’t think of anything, like usual, and he was all out of ideas. All of a sudden he just came up with the brilliant plan to go to Yosemite. Eh…why the hell not! We have nothing better to do so let’s go. We gassed up, got some snacks, I got a shitty chicken sandwich, which explains why I talked shit with John all this morning, and we headed up into the mountains.

After driving the windy-assed roads and passed the steep-as-shit cliffs, we made it to the park. There were a few times when I had to reach over and dig my claws into Daniel’s leg, I don’t really like heights, but we made it.

At an elevation of 5500 feet, I must say the temperature dropped at least twenty degrees.  Which was just fine with us, as it was supposed to hit 102 down in the valley where we reside.

When we finally arrive at the gates of the park (after having stopped for a disposable camera, since we’d not planned this and therefore hadn’t brought the digital camera)

After paying $20 to Ranger Rick for a weeks pass, we found a parking spot. We got out and started venturing out. I’ve never been to this park before, so I was in complete amazement when I saw how fucking huge these trees and their vagina’s are! We got quite a few great shots. That is when the Asian tourists weren’t in the way. They were EVERYWHERE! Which I expected that, they’re always at major sightseeing places.

Which reminds me, I was in just as much amazement at the various cultures that were there. There were the English, Russians, Asians, Czechoslovakians, and tons more! I had no clue people from all over the world would come see this. There were even two guys, no clue where they were from, that clocked us from the bottom of a hill.

They were gay. Definatly gay! They weren’t wearing shirts, and they were in Daisy Duke shorts. How much more gay can ya be? One was walking up the hill, staring us down, as the other one was stooped down on the ground “reading” some sign. We both noticed he was “reading” something as we walked by and he grabbed a handful of “nature” and shook it at us. Um…….Hello! We would have probably said something in passing if there weren’t children and families around. I mean come on. If it was out in the middle of nowhere on one of the trails, that’s one thing. We’re new to the town and we’re looking for friends, but they didn’t give us opportune time to speak. I guess in their culture it’s customary for their gays to greet one another by shaking their trail mix. Kind of like when one dog sniffs another dogs butthole.

Anyway, we ventured out in the woods, and had a great time. It was a very good day. Neither one of us have really been physically active in a while, and it was quite a walk, but neither one of us complained. It was all worth it. Eventually, we’re going to go back to the park and go a little further into the Yosemite Vally. I guess that’s were the BIG ASS trees, El Capitan, and Half Dome are. It makes my asshole twitch just thinking about going!

Posted on June 24th, 2008 by Seth
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It’s been a little almost three weeks since we arrived here in Fresno, and everything seems to be going pretty well. We’re both tan.  Well, I’m burnt to a crisp, and Seth is bronzing up pretty good. Still in the tail end of the peeling stage, finally, but it looks good.  We’re even building up on the muscle side.  Skiing, rafting and even walking up here is doing wonders.

On the job-hunt side, it’s the same old story…they advertise, we bite, then we have to wait for the phone calls.  Yesterday the “hurry up and wait” thing kinda got to me and it made my whole day kinda poopy.  But Seth is pretty good at talking me down from the proverbial ledge I seem to like putting myself up on.  Actually, there are prospects out there to be found, but it’s all about the online searching, since the newspapers don’t appear to do much in the way of advertising these days…prices being as they are.

During our first week here, we’ve mastered the art of getting lost and turned it into an art form.  It’s funny how everyone here is all too happy to point you in the direction of where you’re trying to go.

“Oh, it’s just right over there.”, they always seem to say.  Problem is, they never tell us where “over there” is!!!  That, or they’ll just point in some direction or other not realizing you have no idea what the fuck direction they’re even pointing towards, since we seem to have left our compass and guide dogs at the dry cleaners.

My personal favorite is when they actually THINK they’re giving you the right directions – even pow-wowing with others to get a second and third opinion.

“You just drive back down this street…You see the street, don’t you?…then go South less than a mile until you see the blankity-blank restaurant and it’s right there next door.  You can’t miss it.”

We drive to the correct street…down the given distance, look for “blankity-blank”…and…Oops!!  It’s actually in the OPPOSITE direction and across the street from where we actually started!!!

Thanks for nothing, asshole!!

Eventually, though, we end up finding what we’re looking for…a day or two later.

This past Saturday and Sunday,  We went with Terry and Theresa (my brother and sister in-law) to a lake up in the foothills.  You should SEE how beautiful it is up there.  We took their boat and spent hours rafting, water skiing and then relaxing in the sun.  It was a perfect weekend.  This coming weekend Seth and I are going hiking on Saturday and then up to the mountains to spend Sunday with Terry and Theresa while they’re enjoying a well-earned five-day break.

Funny thing about kicking back and relaxing in the sun on a boat on a lake…you get tanned.

Very tanned.

As in OMFG the pain of the burn!!!

But as I said, it’s all worth it.  One reason being that we all get to watch Seth learn how to water ski.  You’ve never seen someone take so many spills and yet come up grinning and smiling and wanting to keep going.  Actually, he was able to get up on his third or forth try and can now go a good distance before doing a face-plant into the water.  On his last attempt, he was up for at least two minutes.  We were all yelling at him to keep his legs together and bend his knees.  Seth, however, couldn’t hear a word we were saying and proceeded to ski one-handed, smile and wave in his usual cheesy way.  Then he crashed into the water.  We all laughed so much there was pee everywhere.

On Saturday, the four of us met up with a couple that Terry and Theresa have known for a little while.  Paul and Sherry.  We tied the boats together and spent hours sitting back and chatting and tanning.

Paul is the typical “guy” who hunts and works on biggo diesel engines and very much the quiet type…yet nice as all get-out.  His wife, on the other hand, is oh-so-NOT-quiet.  That lady can talk!!!  I swear I was getting dehydrated just from listening to her!!  She’s from New York…actually, “Lon-GYland”.  And she decided to play Oprah (or as I called her Noprah) and fire questions off at all of us just for the info.  It was all fine and good…until she started asking Seth and I questions.  Intimate questions.  Personal questions.  Anal sex questions!!!  (she was asking generally…not linking the to of us) I was so embarrassed for both Terry and Paul that even MY balls were up in my throat!!!

I have to say, even I was blushing and tripping over my own lips on that one.  I felt so sorry for Terry and Paul.  Paul just decided to quietly dive off the boats and swim for a spell.  Terry, on the other hand, missed his chance for escape and was trapped there like a quail cornered by Dick Cheney.  Theresa and Sherry were loving it and Seth had NO problem going into as much detail as she wished.  I just wanted to swallow my tongue and crawl into my own belly button…just to hide the blushing.  I’ll tell you, this girl was completely open and easy going.

But what a fucking trip!!!

More to come…

Posted on June 20th, 2008 by Daniel
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Ahhh, Sunny California.

Ya know, I’ve been back and forth between here and Missouri so many times over the years, but I’d almost forgotten just how beautiful this state really is.

And how fucking HOT it gets.

Seth and I arrived here in Fresno, California after a 2700 mile drive from Kansas City, Missouri.  And in this post, I will try to include as many of the precious moments as there were…because EVERYONE seems to be asking.

First things’ first…Kansas is quite possibly THE most boring state to drive through.  They should sell Red Bull at roadside stands every mile, just to keep people from getting the urge to doze off and ram their vehicles into a fence post…you know…just for something to do.  About the only exciting thing that happened during that 450 mile stretch (Kansas City to Wichita – Wichita to Liberal) was when a large June Bug smashed into the windshield and the splatter pattern resembled a run-over rabbit.

We drove non-stop (except for gas fill-up’s) from KC to Albuquerque, NM, where we stayed overnight at a local Motel 6.  Or as I called it…a Motel Sucks!!!  I mean c’mon…I can deal with no mints on the pillows or turn-down service, but not even so much as a dwarf-sized coffee maker that only makes a thimble of coffee??  They really took the “no frills” part to the extreme.  The parking for a long pick up hauling a UHaul trailer was a frigging nightmare…as was any reason we had to back the fucking trailer up.  (more on that later)  But we made it all that way in 12 hours…so not too shabby.

The next morning we got up, showered and then drove on.  Not even so much as a continental breakfast of fizzy orange juice and a stale bagel.

An interesting side note…one of the kitchy places we stopped to get gas was this large truck stop with a gigantic statue of an Indian and thirty foot arrows planted in the ground.  From one angle, the Indian looked VERY, um, “gigantic”.  We took that picture, just because it was pretty damed funny.  I called that one Big Chief Canyon Maker.  Yowza!!!

 

So we drove on the rest of the way through New Mexico and into Arizona.

I’d promised Seth I’d take him to see the Grand Canyon (or, as we’ve come to refer to it as Earth’s Vagina).  Due to the unusually slow traffic, what should have been a 45-minute drive took about 1 ½ hours.  As we pull into the gate to pay for our visit, the OGM (Obviously Gay Male) ranger told us we’d have to park in the area marked for vehicles hauling trailers.  How Rosa Parks can they get??  He told us to just drive up and take the first left we came to, turn in and follow it around to the designated parking lot.  Easy enough, huh?  Except for the fact that the very “first left” we took was actually an unpaved service road for official park vehicles only and it was CLOSED!!  This meant that we had to back the fucking trailer out of there – no room to turn around – and that meant backing it out onto the busy highway.

Yeah, I cussed like a sailor, mostly because I SUCK at backing up with a trailer!!!  After what seemed like a dozen tries, we managed to get it right and off we went to park wherever the fuck we wanted!!!  To hell with that sissy mary at the gate!!!

We got some great shots of the usual poses at the usual perches and outcroppings.  We didn’t go on to see-through observation deck because it was farther South on the canyon and it’s not even owned by nor part of the park anyway.  Plus $50 per person just to walk out onto that thing?  I’d rather jump off one of the free cliffs.

We stayed there for an hour or so, hiked about a mile or two and then decided we’d seen enough of the huge hole.

So we got back in the truck, drove out of the park (yelling to the princess at the gate, “Thee you on the thee thaw, Thindy!!”) and made the 1 ½ hour drive back down to the interstate to continue our drive westward.

One of the fun things along the miles was watching Seth taking pictures of damned near everything.  “Ooh a yucca!!”  Click.  “Yeah, a mountain.”  Click.  “Weee!!  Another yucca!!!”  Clickitty click click click.  He was like a puppy dog with his head out the window.  Funny thing is, most of the pictures he took were through the windshield.  So there are plenty of pictures of mountains with the carcasses of a thousand dead insects in the foreground.

As we drove on through the desert, Seth was suffering greatly from what he refers to as “Swamp Ass”.  I guess with a perky bulbous little onion like his, even a little hair in the crack can amplify the desert heat down there to uncomfy levels.  So, he did the only thing those with a J-Lo ass like his CAN do…he dropped trou and hung his ass out the window.  Fortunately there weren’t any cars passing on that side of us, but I think he’s made quite a few new trucker friends to invite to his next Emily Post meeting.

Finally, we arrive at the Arizona-California border.  Now for those who’ve not made this drive before, there are a few things to keep in mind when crossing into California.  You’re not allowed to bring in ANY kinds of live plants or any fruits or vegetables.  Mostly because this is an agricultural state that can be very susceptible to blight or infestation.  Makes sense.  As we pull up, a border agent who looked like Father Time asked me to step out and open the trailer.  He saw nothing suspicious, said I could go ahead and close it up and then asked if I had any fruit in the vehicle.  Naturally I couldn’t pass up the chance to tell him that I had a HUGE fruit in the passenger seat next to me.  Apparently he’s heard this tired line a zillion times, because his only response was, “Uh huh.”  Thanks you old geezer…piss on me for trying to lighten your boring fucking day!!

As I got back into the truck, Seth pointed out a sign that was posted in one of the agent’s windows:

My first question when I saw this little gem was, “What the fuck?”  Then I started yelling, “Damn you Richard Gere!!  You’ve ruined it for ALL of us!!  You Bastard!!!

Anyways, Richard Gere’s wildlife experimentation aside, we toddled onward.

Oh, did I mention that you have to drive through an assload of mountains once you get into California?  Well, ya do. 

But for that, and the rest of the story of what’s happened since we arrived, I’m going to let Seth tell you all THAT.

(to be continued by Seth) 

Posted on June 10th, 2008 by Daniel
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If you are anything like me, you often wonder what the world looks like via the eyes of Macaulay Culkin. But that’s for another time. Anyway, I’m having difficulty understanding something. I know there are many things that are supposed to be done a certain way, and some things where there is no right or wrong way to do something. Then it just comes down to personal preferences. 

When I was in high school, a guy I knew introduced a new topic into my life. It was something I had never given consideration before. It’s nothing to build a religion or political beliefs on, but it is a really good question. He asked me “When you scratch your ball sack, do you pinch-and-roll or stretch-and-scratch?” Well, this is a very good question. I gave it much thought and determined, it’s probably best to work with what you’ve got. 

My logic is, if “the boys” are all droopy, hangy, loose, and making that “plop” noise against your legs when you walk, then it may be best to go for the “Pinch and Roll Method.” They’re hanging and stuff, so why stretch them more? I suppose since they’re already stretched, than it just may be easier to try the other approach. Though, they’re at their fullest extent. You may injure them. No need for that…no need at all.  

If “Bert & Ernie” are all tight, a little tougher, and looks like the brain of a chicken, then you should try the “Stretch & Scratch Method.” This way, they’re getting their stretching exercises, it may do them some good in the long run, and it gives you a chance to get to know all those little hills and valleys. On the other hand, by trying the “Pinch and Roll Method”, it’s wise to think, “Hey! They’re already up there, so why not?” 

Again, it just comes down to personal preference. It’s a go with what you know tactic, but it never hurts to try new things.

Posted on May 21st, 2008 by Seth
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I just spent a couple of hours reading Daniel’s blog, The Tempest, in particular, the last two posts by Seth and Daniel. (You will occasionally see some of “Transitions” cross-posted there, that is at his discretion, and with my consent, of course.)

The main gist of the posts is reactions from several quarters regarding their impending move to California. Certain people are making assumptions, pointing fingers, forming opinions without having all the facts. In short, it’s like our own personal Democratic Primary season, only without the insipid sniping of the pundits. I of course weighed in on both posts with my $20.00 worth, two cents not nearly covering someone who can be as verbose as myself…:-) People are people, they react, they blame, they tilt against the windmills and rage against the machine. If you’ve read any of my recent posts, then you’ll know I dipped my toe in that pool. Then I ran screaming madly around the pool house a few times…lol.

I understand these emotional tirades, I’ve been experiencing them firsthand. I know where they are coming from, as misdirected as they may be, for I have felt on many occasions over the past few months completely misdirected. No Tom Tom or Garmin to guide me safely home,
or so I thought until I started dealing directly with how I felt. So perhaps I cut these (for the most part) well intentioned folk some slack. They don’t know the intimate details (meaning the haven’t read my blog! THE NERVE!!! lol) therefore they’re grasping at whatever conclusions they can.

Ah…the humanity. The ever present beauty and pain of it all.

And suddenly, it was as if I was seeing it from outside of the whole situation. Daniel and Seth, railing against unfair accusations and frustrations. The friends and family, puzzling over why everything had changed, why wasn’t everything how it was supposed to be? Why doesn’t everything fit neatly and make sense? Where’s the continuity, the stability, the NORMALCY?

They don’t know yet. There’s a new normal. There’s a new order.
And I realized I was okay with it.

I’m reaching acceptance.

I have been doing things to branch out on my own, mainly because it seemed wise and healthy to do so. Now I want to do those things, simply because it’s the new order. There’s a lot left to do.

I’m no fool, I realize there’s still going to be those moments. I may have conceptualized “good bye” in my head, and even wished it to arrive now,
though I also knew I like having this time. No need to rush, trains only run at a certain speed because they’re deliberate, steady, dependable transportation. The train will leave, with part of my old life on board heading west. And I expect I’ll cry, I’m a crier. I am an unashamed crier.
And that’s fine. I care, I always have and I always will. But after that, well, to quote one of my favorite lines from “Fortinbras”…”I have THINGS to DO!!!!” LOL

We all have those lives to get on with. We get to be as big a part of each others lives as we choose. Let the fingers point and the questions be raised again and again, and we’ll answer by living well and loving every minute of it.

Because all in all, I wouldn’t change a thing now. If I could, it would mean changing who I am…who we are…and I think that would be the worst kind of loss. Maybe in a parallel universe, if they exist, the story was quite different. But I live here, in this universe, on this planet, in this house with these wonderful people in my life.

And we have things to do.

Posted on May 10th, 2008 by Steve
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I love Daniel’s post. It hit’s the nail right on the head. But out of everything he said, I want to focus on one thing.

“I think Seth is the reason you’re chucking your “marriage” and moving away.”

Well, not exactly. People have told Daniel, me, and I’m sure Steve what it looks like. Daniel and I are always together because we enjoy each other’s company. Before I moved here, I was around my best friends CONSTANTLY. When I enjoy somebody’s company, I like to be around them as much as possible. I really don’t care what it looks like. I don’t care if people think Daniel is leaving Steve for me. I don’t care if people think Daniel and I are moving to California to be together. YOU ARE WRONG!

What I do care about is if someone has something to say to me, SAY IT TO ME! Don’t talk about me behind my back, don’t write it on a blog, and don’t make an assumption without knowing the facts. I have been thrown into this mix and now fingers are pointing at me. So, I’d like to send out a big ole FUCK YOU to those who think I am the “catalyst” to what’s going on here. Both Steve and Daniel have admitted to the downfall of their “marriage” long before I came into the picture. I have an opinion too, and dammit I’m allowed to speak too!

Some people are just upset because they don’t know where to point the finger of blame, so they pick the easiest way out, me. Just because you can’t put your finger on one single thing that made their relationship end, people choose to blame me. Which is a pathetic attempt to an answer. Try looking at all angles of the situation. Hell, both have admitted to the relationship going down the shitter years ago. If it had been someone else that moved in here, they would have been the one people pointed at. I would really like it if people would stop referring to the gay handbook and thinking Daniel is leaving Steve for me. Bottom line is, their relationship was doomed long ago.
Maybe, just maybe, this situation is actually just this. Their relationship came to it’s inevitable end, starting years ago. When a relationship ends, both parties have to start over, one decides to move away to start over. In this situation, Daniel’s family is in Fresno. Why not move there? Get over it people! This shit happens all the time!

And another thing, to this one particular person who says Daniel is being selfish for moving away, you can stick that in your pipe and smoke it! Just because someone wants to start over somewhere else, doesn’t mean they’re being selfish. Some people just don’t stop to think outside of their selfish box that he’s giving up stuff too! He’s moving to a place he hasn’t lived since long before I was even born! He’s giving up a house, a good job, pets, things that he’s accumulated over the years, and above all, friends that he can go and see anytime of the day. To those people who think it’s all about them, you need to quit being so selfish, thinking it’s all about you, because it’s not! There are other people and factors involved! Quit playing the “woe is me, how do you think this makes me feel” card. That’s bull shit!

See, this is one thing that’s really pissing me off. I have always been a fair person. I look at both sides of a situation and I make my determination. I don’t judge and I don’t pick sides, but I take things for what they are when I see BOTH sides. I just wish some people would give me the time of day, and the same respect I give, to listen to what I have to say. No, they can’t do that. They are either too pig headed to listen or are comfortable with not knowing the entire story.

If someone chooses to not listen to what I have to say, within the bounds of accusing me for one thing or another, then there will be no love lost when I leave and you were never truly my friend. So, keep thinking along your train of thought. You just need to realize that you’re sadly mistaken, narrow minded, and pretty damn selfish yourself for not thinking outside your little comfort zone.

Bottom line, I can’t wait to move. I am very excited about it. I’m also excited to get the hell away from all this petty drama. Who needs that kind of needless stress in their life?

So, if anyone thinks if Daniel is leaving Steve for me, you are SADLY mistaken and you need to reassess the situation.

Posted on May 8th, 2008 by Seth
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I got up in a fairly good mood this morning. Well, as good as it can be at 5 o’clock.

On my little PC countdown calendar it shows another day ticked off…which means another day closer to California. With that thought in mind, I’m like a compass pointing North. (tee hee)

Now, you’d think I’d be completely overjoyed about the prospect of starting a new life and a new chapter…

and you’re right!!!

It doesn’t take a therapist to tell me that making this move and new beginning is probably one of the smartest decisions I’ve made in my life. I know in my heart that it’s not only time to make this move, but it’s also the best thing for everyone involved…whether they want or care to admit it or not.

Lately, though, some of those in my inner circle of friends (and whatnot) have chosen to take what is a good thing and turn it into a bad Jackie Collins paperback. There must be scandal…there must be whispers…there must be drama.

Rather than seeing this as an inevitable and - in a cup-is-half-full sort of way - what is best, there are those who choose to inject their ridiculous drama and bitter pettiness into it. Even from one or two closest to me. There are even some who are pissed because of how my giving up everything and my life here is affecting THEM!!

GET OVER IT!!!

This is SO not about you!!

“I think there’s more to your decision than you are letting on.”

“I think Seth is the reason you’re chucking your “marriage” and moving away.”

“You’re being selfish by leaving your life and friends behind for greener grass.”

“It’s just so easy for you to give up on Steve and run away.”

“I can’t believe I’ve wasted (insert number here) years of my life knowing you.”

“I resent you.”

(those have all been said to me, either in person or in print…what fucking passive-aggressive nerve!!)

You know, if this is what you really think of me, then there’s nothing more for us to say. And it truly does go to show that you never really did know me. Because if you can think that lowly of me, then you based our friendship on all the wrong parameters. I can be a lot of things to a lot of people, but I’ve never used anyone…I’ve never intentionally hurt anyone…and I’ve never just walked away from a “marriage”. I’ve worked my ASS off trying to make this shit work.

First of all, I didn’t “give up” on Steve or our “marriage”. It was doomed to our personalities long ago. And after several years of trying to make it work, WE (yes doubters, He & I) realized it was only making things worse and driving us further apart.

That’s it…pure and simple. There was no other man…there was no scandal…there was no other reason.

SOMETIMES SOME MARRIAGES JUST AREN’T GOING TO WORK!!! AND THIS WAS ONE OF THEM!!

(sorry for yelling, but there are just some people who don’t seen to hear very well, otherwise they’d have gotten that point months ago.)

I’ve got three weeks before I move to California. I’m going whether certain people want to admit it or not.

If I hear one more time that I am cold and heartless for ending my relationship and moving away I am going to go postal. Yeah, I am totally focused on this move…because starting a new life FROM SCRATCH way across the country is a smidge on the “assload-of-details” side. But don’t think I haven’t run through the gambit of emotions that the end of a relationship brings.

It hurt(s).

I cried.

I second-guessed.

I reconsidered.

And I got over it!!!

I’m all grown up now, Kids…I think it’s time you all did as well. And I DO mean ALL of you who want to pick a side and judge what you fucking don’t know.

I love my friends - all of them - and those I’ve been closest to, but everyone who truly knew us also knew that this might happen.

I guess the real test will be next weekend. We are having a “going away” party on the 17th and we’ve invited ALL of our friends and extended families. It’s going to be a chance to say goodbyes in person and I’m looking forward to it.

However…

Should this event become an occasion for some to turn this trip to California into a guilt trip or a lynching party, I will have my bowling bag in my truck ready and I will just leave and go bowling…I’d rather spend a shitty night bowling with that old charmless arse tard Bob (a bowling alley asshole) than sit around getting the whispers, weird stares and drama at a party.

I am moving on, folks. I am happy (FINALLY) with that thought and I sure as HELL don’t feel any guilt over it. This because I know in my heart it’s the right thing to do and at the right time.

I don’t need therapy to tell me that…and I’m adult enough to accept it.

Posted on May 7th, 2008 by Daniel
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