Category Archives: Daily Endevours

So, this will be where the most nonsense posts end up. But you know what, sometimes the most nonsense posts are the most fun ones!

Why the Floopyness?

People make me so confused sometimes… The other night I was waiting for a sociology class I’m taking to begin (the one I’ve written about here earlier btw), and I was just sitting minding my own business, surfing on my computer or whatever. All of a sudden this girl sitting next to me turned to me and said: “Excuse me, is your name Derek?”… I looked at her, grimaced at her weird growth in the corner of her eye and I told her that it was not. She said “Oh, because you look exactly like a friend of mine, his name is Derek, he’s my best friend’s boyfriend”. Like the good sport I am, I just kind of laughed it off, and just stated that no, I’m not him, we exchanged (and quickly forgot) names and I returned to my computer screen. In my head however this was my response to her: “Bitch, you can’t tell the difference between your best friend’s boyfriend and me? If I would’ve been him, don’t you think I would’ve said hi to you since you stood outside the classroom ogling me like I’m some type of zoo animal in a completely non-subtle way. Or are you just so fucking stupid that you assume that because I look like your friend’s boyfriend, my name must also be Derek?”. Yes, in my head, I am a very mean person.

Once I got home and spoke to my boyfriend about it, he had a different approach to the whole thing, his idea was that there was no friend named Derek at all, that it was just an ice breaker to get to know my name. And I started thinking about it, and it may have been just that. It may also have been an order from her very frilly gay friend that was sitting one chair over listening intensely to our conversation. If he’s gay, he has definitely seen me in one of the few local gay clubs, so he may have been the instigator to the whole thing. Either way, it seemed to just be a lame way to get some info about me…

Are we, as a species, really this floopy about shit? I mean seriously, if you want to know my name, just ask my damn name, I would be very more open to talking to you if I felt like it was real and not either some made up lie to get contact, or just plain stupidity. Granted, this girl was probably still in her teens, or early twenties at best, but come on… you don’t have more game than that? Most other people I have interacted with in classes have been pretty straight with me, I got in contact with one of my best friends in school by pretty much saying hi in a class, asking her name and we pretty much hit it off right away. I don’t like this fakeness or game-playing that some people pull, it’s a big turn off socially for me and it does not make me want to get to know the person any better. And if it was some other agenda, sexual or whatever, it’s just sad. You can’t ask me straight up about something? Hell ask me straight up if I’m gay or not, I got nothing to hide, even though I don’t wear it on my sleeve. The whole thing is just so stupid…

I’m glad I’m in the natural sciences, people seem to be on pretty much the same wavelength as I am most of the time in those classes. I’m taking this weird ass molecularelectromagnonanopenisvagina class (I seriously don’t know the name of it, but it’s something like that… almost at least), and we have so much fun in that class. Granted we are only ten students taking it, but everyone seem to be pretty much on the same level when it comes to interests, aspirations, humor, maturity, etc. and the ages rein from 21 until 40, so it’s pretty diverse to start with. It’s just such a difference interacting with those people than it is interacting with people in classes not directly related to the natural sciences.

Ok, I’m gonna stop ranting about socially awkward people now.
Until next time!


A Sicko’s Rant on Sickness…

I’ve been sick for a while now, hence the lack of updates here on the blog. In my feverish state I figured I’m just gonna write a little bit about sickness. Bare with me as I will rant more than a southern grandma.

You know when you are sick, especially if you have a fever, how you can’t get comfortable whatever you do? You can’t lay down because even though you’re sick, laying down all day is just boring. You can’t sit up because you don’t have the energy to do so. And you can’t half-sit, half-lay down because… well… that is just silly. The biggest problem I have with being sick isn’t the fact that I’m not feeling well, it’s the fact that even though I have no energy, I’m so incredibly bored at the same time. Watching old chick-flicks on HBO only goes so far.
Another thing that bugs me about being sick is the fact that I still have to attend classes. I’ve been sick for a few days now, and even so I’ve been to (almost) every class. Maybe that’s due to my own ambition of graduating Summa Cum Laude, I don’t know, but either way, my professors don’t have much sympathy for the common cold, no matter how gruesome it may be. Some classes are just impossible to miss, especially the ones that are only offered once a week in three hour sessions. Labs are even worse to miss, luckily my four-hour lab was canceled this week (ironically due to the TA being sick), so at least I didn’t have to sit through four hours of pipetting techniques.

There are some good things about being sick as well though, especially if you have a loving significant other that takes care of you. Luckily I do have that, and sometimes it feels as if he reads my thoughts. This morning I woke up at around 5 am because I was coughing like a smoking emphysema patient, and I wanted a glass of water really badly. I did my best telepathic “please get me some water baby” accompanied by some puppy eyes, and sure enough, half an hour later my partner walks in with a glass of water. I’m not usually very high maintenance (I can hear my hubby’s laughter already…), but it’s nice to be taken care of once in a while. And when one part is sick, it’s sort of the other’s obligation to do so.
The other part that is good about being sick is that you are allowed to feel really sorry about yourself. “Starving kids in Africa? Who cares, I’m siiiick”, “Earthquake in Brazil? They don’t know how good they have it under that rubble”, “Child labor in China? Ok, they make my Ibuprofen, so I have to be nice to them”. I can care solely about myself for once without feeling the slightest ounce of guilt, that is definitely needed once in a while.

Anyway, this was more a post to say; “Hey I’m alive (even if it’s barely)”, and that more of my thoughts and rants will come, you just have to be a bit patient (patient, because I’m sick… get it?) with me. I have a few idea on what to come, something about capitalism (that oughta be fun), more on people’s perception of gay people, and I’m definitely doing something on the bible in correspondence to gays. So stay tuned!

Sociology of Sexuality is One Piece of Hot Class!

Last night I had my first class in “Sociology of Sexuality” (for those who don’t know, I’m a Biology major and a Sociology Minor), and all I can say is… WOW. I didn’t really know what to expect from this class going into it, and I’m glad I didn’t because I could never have imagined what the content of the course would be. The main reason I signed up for this class is because I’m gay and I thought that maybe I would learn a little bit about why gays are suppressed in society, etc. Unfortunately the teacher made a point early on to say that she wanted to teach it more in that way, but there just isn’t enough published research in order to base a large section of the class on that subject. We will, however, touch on it, but not as much as may be needed.

Anyway, the class started off as any other class starts off the first time you attend it; introduction to the course and going over the syllabus. Once that was done though we started to get into sex in different cultures, and man nothing was left to the imagination. The whole purpose of this sextion was to understand that how we have sex, and how sex is viewed in today’s society, is not anything that is wired within us since birth, but something that is learned from parents and society as a whole. In order to do this we went over research done on other cultures, mainly about how they have sex and how foreplay is performed. And let me tell you… there are some fucked up societies out there. Of course I only say this because I have my taught notion of what sex should be like, but with that said, damn there are some fucked up societies out there. The biggest surprise to me was that the most widely used form of foreplay in the world was grooming and delousing. Meaning; picking lice out of one’s hair, and making the other person pretty. This is also something that is very prevalent with primates (That’s another one for you Darwin-doubters). In some societies foreplay had to go on for 6-8 hours if the actual penetrating action would even take place. By god, that is some serious petting right there. In others the foreplay got so intense that blood was actually shed.

A funny thing about masturbation was also brought to my attention. In most societies it is actually normal for children to masturbate (this is what the data says, don’t blame the messenger), and not for the adults to do so, yet in our (western) society it is the exact opposite. Tied into this is that the orgasm itself can actually have healing powers, and so can a simple touch by another human. So think about that before you teach your kids that they’ll go blind if they jerk off, when it’s more likely that they’ll go blind from not jerking off.

The most important thing for me personally that I learned in this first session was the little bit we did, in fact, learn about homosexuality. It was a history lesson that everyone should have an understanding about before judging someone for their sexual preference. In ancient Greece homosexuality was not seen as anything abnormal, and was practiced pretty freely, and in some instances even required in order to “please thy master”. At this time Christians and Jews were at war with Greece and of course that brought about a bunch of animosity towards everything they stood for, including the free-spirited homosexual attitude they had. That is explained as one of the major reasons why there is such a stigma around homosexuality in today’s society, and probably why there is such emphasis put on the one section in the bible that makes life less enjoyable for a large group of people (when there are numerous other things in the bible that are ignored – more on this topic to come here btw). It was just interesting to me to find out a little bit about the history about the stigmatization of gays in today’s society.

Overall this seems like a class that I will take away a lot from, both good and bad. I’m starting to feel more and more that sociology as a whole is a subject that should be required for everyone to take. Last semester I took a class called “Social Inequality” and it gave me so much. Sure, I came out depressed after every session, but I have such a broad understanding about inequalities present in today’s society now. And I feel that this class will teach me a great deal about society as a whole as well, even if it will get a little naughty at times. But hey, who said I don’t enjoy being naughty at times?

Intellectual Gays = High School Cheerleaders?

So last night I was bored so I decided to check out a certain chat room at a certain gay internet site I am a member of. The room was called ‘intellectuals’ and there were maybe 30 people in the room when I entered. My first thought was, “cool, people are actually talking in here”, but then I started reading what they were talking about, and it was like a dick measuring competition in pretentiousness. Who could write the wittiest joke, who could write the ‘smartest’ thing, who knew things no one else in the room knew. Anyway, I decided to chime in with something small; I wrote that there were a lot of older people in there (which it was, average age was probably around 45). Someone cleverly responded “define old”, and as he had his age (55) in his name I wrote 55. And that apparently pissed another guy off, saying that I was a child, didn’t know anything about what age was, etc. So I told him I was just kidding, and to chill out, I also told him I have a boyfriend who is 47 years old. He then writes a bitchy novel about me and my relationship, about how my bf fucks me silly and then buys me a Prada jacket (I didn’t know Prada made jackets btw) etc, which he posts in the main chat room. I was actually laughing out loud at it, a 45 years old was attacking someone almost half his age over nothing. Anyway, the rest of my visit in the room progressed with practically everyone ignoring anything I tried to say, except one guy that tried to be nice to me the whole time. I finally decided I’ve had enough so I said good night, but didn’t log out right away due to some private conversations that needed ending. It turned out that the minute people thought I logged out, they started talking shit about me behind my back. I put down ‘lol’ and x’d down the chat room.

I thought about the whole a bit today and it seriously felt as if I was the new member of the high school cheer-leading team. At first I got stared at funny, then the head cheerleader bit my head off as soon as I said something, then I got ignored by the whole squad except the one cheerleader that felt bad about being bitchy, and lastly the whole squad talked about me behind my back once I left the room.

It’s funny because I haven’t spent time in that particular chat room before, however I’ve spent many hours talking to other gays that didn’t feel the need to proclaim themselves as ‘intellectual’, but were highly educated in a variety of fields. And never have I experienced such a clicky (read: bitchy) group of gay guys. If you get the chance you should check the room out, it’s quite entertaining to see middle aged men act like teenage girls. As for me, I think that one time was enough.