This zombie blog I follow, click here, inspired this
1- the overall theme for the apocalypse 2 - when you kill your first zombie 3- getting chased by a horde 4- you have to kill your loved one 5- find a group of survivors 6- when you meet a new love interest 7- make a final stand 8- think you’ve survived it all 9- bite mark on you 10- end credits
I think I have 10+ #2’s sitting in my inbox. I was trying to hard to think of my answer. At first I thought about signing my record deal because I almost didn’t… but I don’t think that’s it.
I think the hardest decision I ever had to make was being public with my sexuality. I don’t talk about it very often. I use to play the pronoun game in old tumblr posts where I never said he or she. I never was specific. I would drop very obvious hints but refused to answer the direct question. Why? Because given the time frame, I still hadn’t come to terms with my sexuality and I wasn’t about to do that under some sort of a microscope. I wanted to be confident in who I was, what I liked and what I was doing with my life before shedding light on it. So to put any rumors to rest, how would I define my sexuality. I simply don’t. I love people for who they are not what gender they are. If you asked me if I see myself spending my life with a man or a women, I’d say a women. I can emotionally fall in love with a man but I have no physical attraction to most men - don’t get me wrong I can look at an actor/musician/random gentlemen on the street and think he’s sexy/cute/attractive but none of that draws me to want to be with a man.
I wanted to stop playing the pronoun game and stop dropping hints when I started dating women that I wanted to be with, and share the world with. The first serious relationships with women weren’t the right match. She was still in the closet and I couldn’t stand being ‘just a friend’. Another, she loved me but with little respect to that love and to my self worth. Erica, my current girlfriend.. God I hate the term girlfriend. She’s so much more then that. Girlfriend is so highschool. We don’t pass notes in between classes. She’s my best friend. My root. My soul connection. She has the exact same sense of humor as me and can go on tangents for ages with me. She understands that sometimes I say down when I mean up. She pushes me to be a better version of myself. There is nothing that she does that ever makes me doubt or question myself. She only pushes me to strive higher, dream bigger and live life with a fuller outlook. Why wouldn’t I want to share that? Why would I want to to hide that?
It was the 6th grade. It was our first dance. They had a fake new years eve count down (How lame!) and we kissed at “midnight”. I remember he licked his lips before we kissed and I was so disgusted. lol
awww shit. Honestly? I think a night when I was on tour and proceeded to make out with 5 different people… NOT at the same time, just through out the night. I made out with people in my band, in other bands, people I didn’t know until that night, some girls, some guys… It was an insane night, I don’t regret it. It was just very much out of my nature to randomly mack on people lol.
The dark. If I’m sleeping alone, I have to put my tv on or some sort of background noise. I don’t like being alone in the dark. If someone is in the room (like when my little sister and I shared a room), I sleep just fine. idk, my imagination wanders and I freak myself out.
When I got kicked out of my house, Erica threw a bunch of her stuff in a backpack and couch surfed with me. She was there every night when I was trying to figure out where I was going to sleep and what I was going to do. She still lives at home and has a bed and a roof to return to. The fact that she just stayed by my side when I had nothing, it meant everything. And then Victors family giving me a place to stay till I could figure out my next move. They made me apart of their family and I adore them so much. His mom was just like ‘You’re another daughter, it’s like you’ve always been apart of the family, so go eat, dumb ass.’ I love them!!
oh sweet jesus, yesterday / night was gay pride in Chicago. I had tried to attend pride last year but that day was a total bust, we ended up downtown super late, missed everything and I spent the day with my ex being totally pissed off at me. So I don’t count last pride as an actual pride cause nothing really happened except walking around the city with a pissed off chick. So this was my first actual pride.
I’m trying to do a quick synopsis of yesterday cause it was a long and eventful day. Woke up at 6:30 am. Showered, packed up the beers, made a whiskey sour, then Erica and I drove to the station for the 8:24 am train. I freaked out cause I couldn’t find my whiskey sour and I was so looking forward to it cause I’m not the biggest beer consumer. So my being pissed off about my drink, resulted in Erica and I fighting for a hot second. Turns out I put my drink in a different part of my backpack. We both busted out laughed, kissed and made up. While we were kissing an old man walked up to us, held his hands up and began to pray. I stood there in shock, we weren’t even in the city yet and someone was trying to pray the gay away….. We got on the train, caught Victor a few stops later. I drank my whiskey sour, Erica cracked the first beer, the train was late, took the CTA to the Belmont stop aka the Gay-borhood. Erica and I ran in front of more jesus freaks and proceeded to kiss in front of them for a photo op. We tried to get through a sea of people to see the parade which was a total bust. So we walked back down belmont to head up clark. Erica and I lost Victor so we stopped by the religious freaks to wait for him. Erica leaned on the barricade wrapped around them and a cop threatened to arrest her if she didn’t go somewhere else. Of course we weren’t doing anything, so Erica started off at a small level of annoyance which increased to her arguing with a cop who threatened to arrest her. He proceeded to take her beer and I dragged my girlfriend away before she could finish telling him in detail how much of an ass hole he was (which he was baby and you had every right to be pissed I just couldn’t bail you out of jail if you had been arrested). Walked down clark and cut over to see some of the parade. Drank more beer. Went and got food, best bruschetta and Alfredo lasagna ever. Walked down belmont, stopped and sat on a magical bench that resulted in us meeting a ton of people when all we were doing was sitting (and they just kept approaching us). Drank more beer. Went back to belmont and halsted. People watched, saw lots of queens, garbage, tits, drunk people. Found Alysa. Walked up to Hydrate. Got another whiskey sour. Danced the night away. Got hit on by lots of gay guys. Danced with gay men. Danced with my girlfriend. Left the club at 10 with Erica to catch the 10:40 train. Missed the 10:40 train, got some water and cookies. Met some dude that knew me as ‘the cool lesbian chick with the sleeve and that sings.’ Curled up with Erica on the floor of the train station trying to sleep. Got yelled at for sitting on the floor. Got on the 12:40 train, ran into victor and Alysa on the train. Got hit on by a guy that sounded EXACTLY like Mitch Hedburg on the train (I just closed my eyes when he talked, it was brilliant!). Got back to the house around 2:30something, went to bed at 3 am. All in all, a fucking amazing day.