Pride part 2

My eyes have set sight upon many a drunk in my time. Never like this. Never in this quantity. I cannot help but feel like I have been attacked with a case of the "overwhelmed".
Walking around these past few nights I felt as if I were stepping on the toes of thousands upon thousands of gays everywhere. The support is in my heart, but the rest of me feels a little out of the loop.
The easiest way to explain the feeling is fraudulent. The crowds don't make the anxiety any lighter.
In theory I would enjoy Pride weekend. In reality, I have never stepped in that much puke. All in one night. People fighting. Drunk and crying. Dressed in the 9's, but falling on the ground.
I love you all, but a book and a blanket is more my scene. :)
BRIGHT SIDE!
Greg Ashley? Our Friend Mitch took us to see him at a bar/venue in the mission and it was great. Tonight is the devil whale and I am excited.

pride

Walking around every day, I feel like a child. I see so many things with wonder and amazement. I am simply enchanted. Walking by the gap of all places brought tears to my eyes. I crinkled my nose with happiness. T-shirts arranged in the order of the rainbow.
All around there are rainbow flags. In doorways. From roof tops. In windows. Hanging from the tops of the tallest buildings. It is incredible to be surrounded by this much love and acceptance.

I have no idea what it is like to be in those shoes. My shoes feel pretty heavy; however the weight is no comparison. Though, I feel enclosed. Things seem to be moving. A change in pace would be nice, but I'm not greedy.

Here's to hoping the weekend brings great things.

Phoenix - Lisztomania (Unofficial Video)

Sitting in this chair. Feeling sorry for myself. This video is all i wanted to see. Even though it took me more than 15 minutes and I had to textually run to my technological guru, it was worth the wait.

The majority of my panic attacks can be soothed by watching the video of The Arcade Fire playing Neon Bible in an elevator. However today that was just not the case.

Briefly: A High School classmate, who was partially responsible for many tears shed ages 16-17 decided to try and be a part of my social network. Silly, I am aware. BUT REALLY? I am okay, now. However this person did not make my awkward teenage years any more enjoyable. Now that you mention it she actually made them horrible. Words were thrown around like bras at a rolling stones concert.

Playing the victim? Yes I am indeed. Point is, I wish High School could have been like Pretty in Pink or The Breakfast Club. Even though it wasn't and it will most likely never be. I am going to pretend that it was. It is the only thing keeping me from being bitter and vulnerable.
So hopefully you like this video as much as i do. Now someone please get me a bloody may!

sit down!

It is here right now. I am here and I am home. Looking around I see air, and smell the scent of lovely nastalgia.
I walk outside and my feet know the directions of the places I need to be.

Its here right now I look at the surrounding buildings and think about ways to escape the Z.A. I think about things like, Jumping across buildings to evade them. (The zombies that is). Eventually hoping to make it to the bay. Upon making it to my destination I would motor boat my way the heck out of there!

But seriously, is that normal? I feel at home! Thinking about flesh eating monsters chasing me. I feel happy. Having no best friend. Having no familiar faces? This is the most uncomfortable thing I have ever experienced. Yet, I keep having these little moments of bliss.

It is here. I feel like I'm suffocauting. But it is okay. This is something that will pass along like all the others. Why?

In your living room

Sitting in the green chair by the window was the first place I noticed. The look on her face was something so familiar. Yet, it was all her own. Her eyes in their swollen entity spilled the truth all over the bridge of her nose. Her hands were the disconnected circle.
It was missing something to link her to the rest of the people in the room. The hollow space inside told no lies and made nothing of promises.
Everything she had done, coming to a close.
Closing doors do very little to protect the future from the inevitable. Someone was bound to notice.

fireman

Living here for 10 years really only felt like 5. It's a funny thing thinking you're grown up and then figuring out you aren't. I fooled myself into maturity. I slipped on by undetected. There are a few perks to living life invisibly. Few noticed long enough to get really stuck. The lucky stuck ones have yet to figure it out. And the ones that do figure it out and still get stuck, want to be.
To some the accommodations are worth the hassle. Worth the separation.
Being outside of