Monday, June 11, 2018

Me? Gaming?

I've never been much of a gamer, but the guy I like excels at it, so I'm interested in learning how to play. My goal is to learn to play some games over the next few years.

Here's a list of games I might be interested in.

Rayman legends
Journey
Zelda
Life is Strange
Dunwall/corvo

I hope I can find other games, especially ones I like.

Monday, May 28, 2018

Do I want this? Yes, I do.

So, it's been an interesting weekend, lol.

I had the opportunity to travel back to my homeland. I ostensibly went to enjoy the beaches and sunlight that I believe should make Michigan renowned the world over as a tourist destination. But in reality, I went to see Will, a friend who I'd like to be more than friends with. Our relationship has been long, drawn out and complicated. We're both awkward and sensitive personalities, both anxiety-ridden. I might be slightly depressive, while he has been diagnosed with OCD, Anxiety, and Bipolar Disorder-2. Add to that we're both from rural Michigan and products of a very intense, moderately conservative Christian background and you've got a recipe for dysfunction.

Yet I keep being drawn to him, like a moth to a flame. I know he's not my only option for a relationship. I'm handsome, I'm loving, I work hard. I'm not perfect by any means, but I'm not bad. So I could have other people in my life. But Will is always on my mind. He's the first guy I ever really fell for, the first guy I've ever wanted to be in a relationship with.  I love his sensitive, caring nature. I love his intelligence, his simplicity, his compassion, his work ethic, his ability to bounce back from adversity. And he's a cute guy to boot. He's a gentle giant, at least to my short self, lol.

So when I decided to reevaluate my life after breaking up with my boyfriend of almost 3 years, giving Will another chance quickly became top of mind. I wasn't sure if he was interested, but in March, he contacted me and let me know he might be. And so that inspired me to make plans to see him, which I did.

We met. It was so awkward! And it was so wonderful! And it's left me feeling so discombobulated!
The awkwardness was our conversation. We talked about deep, painful things quite a bit. We were very vulnerable to each other, something we're not used to doing. It was hard. But we did it! The thing that made it wonderful was the intimacy we shared. Again, this is not something either of us is used to, sharing our bodies with others. We tasted each other's tongues, we brushed our lips together, I swallowed his cock and licked his balls, I caressed his nipples, I tasted his precum. I inhaled his smell. We held each other tight. It was nice. I loved it. And I loved being with him.

I feel discombobulated because the mixture of awkwardness, intimacy, and vulnerability, was coupled with a vagueness about where we stand. It's not a formal relationship yet, which I desperately wish was the case, but it's more than just "bros being bros". And I'm not sure if he's about to call the whole thing off or call me to tell me we should get married. This is anxiety producing because I hate uncertainty. I'm always visioning and calculating my future plans, constantly updating and reevaluating my next steps. What I'm I planning to do in the next month, in the next 5 months, in the next year, in the next 5 years.

And I hate wanting things I can't have. When that's the case, I usually put it down in my mind, search for flaws, for why it isn't worth it in some way. All so that when the final disappointment hits, the blow won't be as painful and debilitating as it otherwise might have been. But it's one thing to numb yourself to objects and opportunities. It's another thing to numb yourself to people, and I don't want to ever numb myself to Will. He deserves all of me, unfiltered. And I deserve to be in a relationship where I can be vulnerable with someone.

So, this lends itself to the question, is this what you want? What you really want? It's not an easy situation, and the outcome isn't certain...

We sat at a place called Lookout Point. Will sat next to me, mostly staring silently ahead. Sometimes stretching. He then reached out and kneaded my lower thigh, just above the knee. He asked me if anyone had ever done that before. I told him that he had, once long ago. We were silent again. Then he asked me what I was thinking. I told him that I was remembering that he had tried to kiss me the day that he had done that to me the first time. Then I looked him in the eye and asked: "You like me, don't you?" "Yes", he replied. After another long silence, I asked him what he was thinking about? "I was thinking that I really want to kiss you", he said. "You can kiss me now if you want", I replied. And he did.

Is this what I want? Yes. And is he who I want? Yes, I do.







Tuesday, April 17, 2018

I wonder as I wander out under the sky....

Something miraculous happened to me.
On April 11, one week ago today, William Schlichter messaged me back. I cannot express to you how amazing it was to talk to him and have him respond! I can't believe I got so lucky.  He scares me, I always am waiting for the other shoe to drop and for him to tell me this was a mistake so I can go back to the safety of him as fantasy and phantasm rather than him as fact. But my heart dares to hope that love can spring from such an inauspicious and unlikely beginning as ours. I'm going to take this one day, week or month at a time. I love him, even though I'm afraid to say that to him directly, lest I scare him off. But I hope i can tell him this one day and have it be words Will cherishes. I hope.

Tuesday, April 3, 2018

One thing I realize about myself is that I like the idea of immersing myself in another people or culture. I like the idea of being a part of soemthing fully and completely. I guess that makes me picky about the tyoes fo communities I engage with, because I want to be able to fully embrace a community with everything I am. This goes for professions, religions, careers, places I live. I feel best about things when I feel like I'm part of a community I understand and find interesting,

Wednesday, March 7, 2018

I had a dream last night which was all kinds of complicated, but partially revolved around being a successful, professional black person. A young man named Robert appeared in my dream who I knew from college, a young man named Jordan, also appeared, who I also last knew from my college days. A mysterious neighbor lady was there too, who I found intriguing cause she was a very friendly neighbor type who in the dream had gotten tired of my natural introversion and stand offish behavior of which I'm fond, and was essentially giving me my space, even though at the time of this particular dream, I was ready for more attention.

 This got me thinking about becoming a professional, academic personage. In my old life, this was the goal, to become such a person, but as the years have passed and my career has stalled, this goal has seemed more remote, less realistic. But in the next 3 years, God willing, I'll be at a point in my life where such a possibility will become a realistic prospect. So how do I get there? How do I become the man that I used to wish to be? How do I gain the discipline and insight to prepare me for those years of work? Writing as I'm doing in this blog, is  a great part of it I think. Being willing to learn and be educated is another great part of it. Making professional connections, such a great part. The ocean that is Academia was water that I thought I might learn to swim in,which I haven't mastered yet. But I know this is the place where my talents can be best cultivated. I hope that in the near future, I'll be able to communicate more effectively, and become better at writing as a whole. 

Thursday, February 22, 2018

To be Human as Jesus is Human.

Was reading today about Jesus during his final preparations for his ministry. It's interesting to note how Jesus chose to be baptized even though he knew he was not in the same spiritual state as the others who came to receive the baptism of John. This radical solidarity with sinful human beings, instead of an assertion of his own spiritual superiority is what leads to the public, audible, and visible anointing of the Spirit. Yet even after this, Jesus doesn't decide to play up this great blessing. Instead he chooses to go deeper into the desert, separating himself from the possible adulation of the crowds, perhaps to contemplate on the full import of what this anointing means. He meets the devil 3 times out here, according to the story, and these encounters with Satan, these temptations, seem to have been  about whether to live like a human being as a servant of humans, trusting in the Father in the same way that he hoped his fellows would do, or to use his extraordinary power to live a superhuman life of self reliance, which being God he was surely entitled to do. Jesus chooses to live that life of uncertain, but faithful, service to God and man, throwing off the prerogatives of divinity to enter into deep solidarity with us and to be an example for us. One of the great questions that I have in my life is what to do about my future? I'm on the cusp of making a decision to be a social worker, something that I could be good at, if I were willing to be vulnerable, work hard, and live a life of service. I hope to pursue the ministry as well and to live it the same way. The problem is that I'm not sure how secure such a system will be for myself. I've lived so long barely getting by, cut of from others and my dreams, it's hard now that I'm at the cusp of escaping this situation to imagine living a life of solidarity and sacrifice and vulnerability for God and others. It's hard for me to accept how deeply I've changed as a person since dropping out of college 7 years ago. Especially in the negative ways, despite some good faith efforts not to. To become a better, more loving, wiser, more mature version of who I was at my best, means that I have to make myself more dependent then I've been in a while on God and on a wider community. But I have a great example in Jesus who,
"being in very nature[a] God,
    did not consider equality with God something to be used to his own advantage;
rather, he made himself nothing
    by taking the very nature[b] of a servant,
    being made in human likeness.

And being found in appearance as a man,
    he humbled himself
    by becoming obedient to death
        even death on a cross!"
(Phillipians 2:6-8)

I hope to remember this.


Friday, February 9, 2018

I’m reading a poem by Chen Chen about an incident when he was 13 where he ran away from home after telling his mother he was gay. It was haunting, beautiful, sad as such poems can be. And my primary reaction to this beautiful poem is; are you happy now? Did you get to enjoy your life so far?
I think things like that. Deep thoughts about peoples happiness. I'm pretty sensitive in this way. I'm always wondering after the happiness of others, or at least that's what and who I am at my deepest core level. A boy who looks at the world and wants to see everyone smile. 
I think that I've been trying to harden my heart to survive the pain of sympathizing/empathizing with others for the last 10 years or so. I got my soul ripped out and then twisted and stomped on by life and learning, so I've been trying to fight the pain and sadness by numbing myself to the worlds problems. My most authentic self is a person who is drawn to the pain of others, who thrills at the poetry of longing and at the grand gesture or sacrificial deed. Nothing pleased me more deep inside than to empathize with the suffering of others or to help alleviate said suffering in some way. But increasingly my toleration of this is fading. As the fantasy of others pain has become more of a reality, and as the sufferings of my own life have become more noticeable and acute, my willingness to tolerate anything that would evoke emotional pain has diminished. 
I think the bargain my soul was prepared to make in life was: let me accomplish certain goals (education, vocation, love) and in return for these I'd bear the pain of the universe and sacrifice myself for everyone. Let me be fulfilled in these ways and I'll pour out my self as a living sacrifice. A martyr if necessary.But instead, my shortcomings and failings and weaknesses and lack of opportunities seem to have outweighed my virtues and talents, such that instead of doing and being great, I'm living a life of drudgery. And I think a life of drudgery is the thing that my psyche most loathes. It's the thing my soul cannot bear to live a life of drudgery doing things that I don't find enjoyable or inspiring, for a paycheck for the rest of my life.
What happens when a loving, sensitive, melancholic, people pleasing, empathetic little boy has all of his hopes and dreams, all of his verities and certainties and expectations crushed by life and his own failures? That's me.
I often feel like a ghost, like a shell, like a half of a person. i'm desperate to lose myself in something greater than my self. To lose myself in the pain and pathos of others. To represent something powerful and meaningful and good and true and beautiful. But I can't find a place where that's possible. Everywhere I look is half of what I want never the whole. And I'm sorely disillusioned.