So, maybe I'm lonely. Maybe I'm not as much of a recovering romantic as I'd like to be and more of a hopeless one. Maybe it's my time of the month and the hormones are acting up. I don't know, but lately I'm just very emotional.
Dating in this town is tough, and I'm getting older, never a good mix. It's kind of lonely out there sometimes. I'm not saying I am lonely, just that it can be and is at times. It sunk in the other night when I took my best friend to a function as my date. Now, don't get me wrong, we have, over the years, been dates for each other at several different functions and we always enjoy ourselves. It's not that. It's not that I wasn't extremely happy to have him with me. It was more the thought that I brought my best friend and everyone else had a date.
Why don't I have dates? Why can't I find someone to get past date 3 with? Is it just this city? Is it me? I don't know, but I intend to take more time this year trying to find out...and at the same time, have more dates...
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
I...will learn to live before I die...
I fell in love with music at a young age. I have a wide array of music in my collection. There are showtunes (I'm a gay man, go figure), opera, pop, jazz, classical...you name it and I probably have at least a little in my collection.
I fell in love with Boyzone one of the first times that I heard the band. I fell in love with them even more when in 1999, one of the members, Stephen Gately, came out of the closet. Risky back then. He had an amazing voice, and an amazing smile.
I have followed them through the years, what was supposed to be their comeback, their CD's, the news, solo CDS...you name it. There's just something about them. I know, you'll probably argue that it's all just sugary pop. And, it is. I just like their sound, the way their voices blend, the harmony, the music they create.
I was saddened when Stephen passed away last year. It hit me kind of hard. He came out not long after I did. If he could do it, I could. In fact, I think he was one of the first celebrities that came out back then that was around my age. Maybe that's why I followed him closely. I don't know.
Anyway, cut to today. Boyzone have released the first single from their upcoming CD (due to drop in March) and it's the last track that Stephen recorded. The first words sung are in Stephen's voice. They are haunting: "I...will learn to live before I die. Will learn to love and learn to try, not to give it all away."
It's an amazingly beautiful track. I haven't been able to stop listening to it. I can't wait to be in the UK later this spring to pick up their new CD...just for this track, although I'm sure I will like the rest as well.
I can't embed the video, that's been disabled. But here's the link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9n8fxrejX78
I fell in love with Boyzone one of the first times that I heard the band. I fell in love with them even more when in 1999, one of the members, Stephen Gately, came out of the closet. Risky back then. He had an amazing voice, and an amazing smile.
I have followed them through the years, what was supposed to be their comeback, their CD's, the news, solo CDS...you name it. There's just something about them. I know, you'll probably argue that it's all just sugary pop. And, it is. I just like their sound, the way their voices blend, the harmony, the music they create.
I was saddened when Stephen passed away last year. It hit me kind of hard. He came out not long after I did. If he could do it, I could. In fact, I think he was one of the first celebrities that came out back then that was around my age. Maybe that's why I followed him closely. I don't know.
Anyway, cut to today. Boyzone have released the first single from their upcoming CD (due to drop in March) and it's the last track that Stephen recorded. The first words sung are in Stephen's voice. They are haunting: "I...will learn to live before I die. Will learn to love and learn to try, not to give it all away."
It's an amazingly beautiful track. I haven't been able to stop listening to it. I can't wait to be in the UK later this spring to pick up their new CD...just for this track, although I'm sure I will like the rest as well.
I can't embed the video, that's been disabled. But here's the link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9n8fxrejX78
Saturday, January 16, 2010
I'm a Bitch, I'm a lover...
I am a New York City Bitch. I learned it here. I honed my skills and timing here. I am not a bitch by nature. I am a kind, sweet person, but in NYC with all the stupidity and cluelessness that is present, my inner bitch comes out.
I am not a bitch in the sense that I will tear you to shreds for no reason what-so-ever. I won't chew you up and spit you out for wearing a bad outfit, or the wrong shoes and bag combination. If, on the other hand you stop at the top of the escalator, thus causing a back-up, for no apparent reason, don't expect me to keep my mouth closed. If you're the family of four that was walking in front of me earlier, all spread out and taking up the width of the sidewalk all while walking slower than an icicle melts in February, and you turn around with a look of disgust when I politely say excuse me, may I get by - did you honestly not expect me to say something back? I was polite when I asked to get by and YOU were taking up the whole sidewalk. There was no need for the dirty look. The same holds true for the man last night on the crowded subway home. I had been in my seat for three stops, comfortably, and only taking up the space I was supposed to. The seat between me and another rider was average sized. You were easily 4x's larger than the seat you tried to squeeze your fat ass into, thus squeezing me and the other nice rider out of our seats. You could have said thank you, instead you said you had wondered when we were going to move to let you sit, and then you acted flabbergasted when both she and I were like, excuse me - WE were there first and its not my fault your fat ass won't fit in one seat - maybe you should have walked the 2 stops/15 blocks and burned a few calories - you could definitely use the exercise!
So, you see - I'm not a bitch unless I'm provoked. I'm still labeled a bitch though. I am at the point where I embrace that. It's not so much bitchy as it is, I speak the truth - if you can't handle the truth - stay at home in your little fantasy world.
I am not a bitch in the sense that I will tear you to shreds for no reason what-so-ever. I won't chew you up and spit you out for wearing a bad outfit, or the wrong shoes and bag combination. If, on the other hand you stop at the top of the escalator, thus causing a back-up, for no apparent reason, don't expect me to keep my mouth closed. If you're the family of four that was walking in front of me earlier, all spread out and taking up the width of the sidewalk all while walking slower than an icicle melts in February, and you turn around with a look of disgust when I politely say excuse me, may I get by - did you honestly not expect me to say something back? I was polite when I asked to get by and YOU were taking up the whole sidewalk. There was no need for the dirty look. The same holds true for the man last night on the crowded subway home. I had been in my seat for three stops, comfortably, and only taking up the space I was supposed to. The seat between me and another rider was average sized. You were easily 4x's larger than the seat you tried to squeeze your fat ass into, thus squeezing me and the other nice rider out of our seats. You could have said thank you, instead you said you had wondered when we were going to move to let you sit, and then you acted flabbergasted when both she and I were like, excuse me - WE were there first and its not my fault your fat ass won't fit in one seat - maybe you should have walked the 2 stops/15 blocks and burned a few calories - you could definitely use the exercise!
So, you see - I'm not a bitch unless I'm provoked. I'm still labeled a bitch though. I am at the point where I embrace that. It's not so much bitchy as it is, I speak the truth - if you can't handle the truth - stay at home in your little fantasy world.
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