if hell is hot...then what is the temperature of heaven?

in a world full of people i feel so alone...

2011-07-04T19:10:00.002-05:00

i suppose that says it all. if you want to know how to clear a room, be sad. it's boring and people just aren't interested.

making memories

2011-06-24T16:44:00.003-05:00

went with mom today to have her MRI. it was so weird being the one waiting. usually the roles are reversed and she is the one waiting for me while i have my kidneys checked. now i know the worry that she feels.
today my mom seemed to have a bit of energy. she is taking to her pain medication well and after her MRI she said she wanted to go have some fun. so kace and i decided to play hooky from work and school and do something with her today. she chose going to the movies and anyone who knows me, knows that i hate going to the movie theater!!! asking me to go to the movies would get the same response from me as if you said "i just pissed on you" ::shiver:: but i fought through my germ phobia and we went to see "Bad Teacher". it was a really funny movie and i don't know why, but every time my mom would laugh i would close my eyes and take it in and burn it in to my memory. we ate candy and junk food and all kinds of things we weren't supposed to. we had a pretty good day.

we are all really trying to stay optimistic. so many people have shared their inspiring stories of family members that have had some form of cancer or another and have gone through treatment and done really well. my boss even said that 2 years ago she also had a mass removed from her breast, she had a mastectomy, did the treatments and is doing really well. and she is because had she not told me, i would have never known she was a breast cancer survivor.
my biggest fear is that mom waited too long :/ her doctor told us that invasive ductal carcinoma is one of the most common forms of breast cancer that women get but i can't help but get my mind stuck on the fact that he was so concerned about her pain and there is something that keeps whispering in my ear that i need to spend as much time with her as i can.

into the unknown

2011-06-23T15:06:00.004-05:00

i feel so restless today :/ so much pain and anger and helplessness...and no where to turn at the moment so i'm here to vent and cry and bleed.
Tuesday will forever be the worst day of my life. not because of stupid shit that went down on facebook. in the grand scheme of things it means nothing to us now. June 21, 2011 is the day we were told my mom has breast cancer. i believe the technical term is invasive ductal carcinoma but it sounds so much more scarier when you say it like that.

My mom has been sick off and on for a long time now. looking back i think we all wish we were a lot more forceful in trying to get her to go see a doctor but it's too late now. My mom has always been in to holistic medicine so she would get to feeling really bad she would go to the holistic treatment center, get cleansed, take some vitamins, eat some damn roots or berries and drink some "special" water and she would actually look and feel better. So none of us pressed because we thought she was better and she would be back to her old self for a long time and i would think well maybe she just had like a bug or something ya' know? and then she got sick again and did the same thing, and got better again. That time i think my dad and i were a little more leery but she seemed to bounce back and recover, look so healthy that i think we were more willing to let it go than to believe that anything could be wrong with her.
She didn't tell us that there was pain until i guess it became so unbearable for her that she could no longer hide it :( she hurts in her arms and legs and all of her bones. My dad finally took her to the doctor and they have known for a week that she has masses in her breast and lymph nodes. They didn't tell us that they did a biopsy until they got the results and then on tuesday they finally told us what was happening with mom. i thought for some reason when we went over there for dinner that night that she was going to tell us that she had fibromyalgia. i don't know why i thought that. i guess because when kace and i were there for father's day she seemed so weak and painful that is what came to my mind. i never in my wildest dreams thought of cancer.

and now i just feel numb. today i went with her to the oncologist. we talked about her treatment plan and she is set to have a double mastectomy and radiation. but there are concerns. Her doctor had set up an MRI for her last week because he was concerned about her as well. that is tomorrow and they hope to have the results and a good prognosis for mom by the time she has her surgery next friday.
now i don't know what to do. all i could do today was tell her how much i loved her and try to be optimistic and brave. i just wanted to scream and cry but i couldn't because i had to hold it together for my little sister. i know she is so scared. we all are. if anything happens to my mom, i don't know how my dad will go on.
for the past day or so i have felt like any minute now i will wake up and this won't be real. i feel like a shell. i am so thankful at this moment for my partner because i don't know that i would have remembered to try to eat or that i would have made an effort to sleep.
i actually feel somewhat gathered in my thoughts now that i have actually written them out. i think maybe now i will go for a walk.

getting to know you...

2011-06-07T13:07:00.004-05:00

today was a long day. i had my second day of summer classes and group therapy again today. it's weird having to shift my schedule around for school because i am a creature of strict routine. when something changes, it makes me panic and feel oddly out of sorts for the entire day.

i had another really good therapy session today. :) learning, growing, strengthening!

so, people with borderline personality disorder kind of have a hard time with relationships. not just like the dating kind, but all of them, dating, friendships, interaction with co-workers etc... we addressed that today by working on what it is we fear the most about relationships.

my biggest fear is not "connecting" with people. some people are just natural conversationalists. and i am SO envious of that. i am fully aware that i am crap when it comes to the art of small talk and knowing that puts me in to such a stressful state.

today i came to the realization that because i don't do the whole small talk thing well, i hardly know anything about the people i call friends at all. how embarrassing! :/ i also tend to seem like i "forget" or "ignore" people when really i just don't know what to say or when they haven't said anything to me, because of low self-esteem i was always afraid to just go and say "hi" because what if they don't really want to talk to me...or what if they don't respond, did they not see it or am i being rejected?...and so on and so forth in my head until it gets bigger and bigger and avoidance becomes the only answer. so i take the easy way out and speak when people speak to me or comment on something someone has already said or only say something directly to someone when i feel like i have something worthy of speaking about. it is not in my nature to initiate conversation.

i have also been told that in conversation i have a tendency to focus on myself. i have learned by meeting people in group that this is something that is pretty common among people with BPD. we just talk about what we know, which is us, because of our disorder we end up spending a great deal of time alone so that is what we have.

so, i want to get to know you. i know hardly anyone reads this blog so if i even get one response i will mark that down as an accomplishment :) you can answer here or on my fb page.

1. who are you? Brandon

2. where you named after anyone? i have my great-grandfather's middle name.

3. do you have kids? how many? no, and some day you'll thank me for that. you're welcome!

4. what is the first thing you notice about people? idk why but i have a tendency to look at people's mouths o_O

5. what is your favorite food? i love Indian food!

6. salty or sweet? i like the combination of both but if i had to pick one or the other i like salty.

7. do you speak any other languages? icelandic and spanish fluently and a few others a little bit.

8. do you have a special talent? (making things counts as well) i am a classically trained musician. i have also discovered i have a talent for soap making :)

9. do you have any pets? 3 dogs and a bunch of koi fish that live in my pond do those count as pets? we named them.

10. do you have any phobias? ummm...people lol. and wet bread. yeah i'm in therapy tyvm!

11. name one weird thing about you? (can be something you like to do, something you like to eat, etc...) i won't eat things that are white. i write the date that i bought something on all food products that come in to the house, and i have a piecing that you don't know about :P

12. do you have a favorite song? it changes daily. right now it's "black sheep" by metric. tomorrow it will be something else and on a completely different side of the musical spectrum.

13. do you have a nickname? BB. my sister has called me that ever since i was a baby.

14. do you have any special abilities or disabilities? uh...besides BPD, i can move things with my mind. ok not really but wouldn't it be sweet if i could?!?

15. are you married? divorced? single? don't go there? married ;)

16. what do you do for a living? i am the online content coordinator for a local radio station.

17. if they named a ben and jerry's ice cream after you, what would it be called? what would it have in it? it would be called "chocolate salty balls" >_< and it would have chocolate covered pretzel balls in it. there would also be a white chocolate version. lol!

18. what is your least favorite food? eggs!! omg it's a chicken's period!!! blech!

19. how tall are you? ok funny but true story. i always used to think i was 5'9" but i'm actually only 5'7" 1/2 :O holy farking unaccounted for 2 inches batman! i was at my 6 month check up and my doctor says "Brandon, you are not 5'9"" and i'm like wth?!?! he is 5'10" and i'm noticeably shorter than he is so we measured me :P ah well i make up for it in other places ;)

20. do you drink or smoke? i drink on occasion but not much these days. i am now 2 months smoke free :)

catching up...

2011-06-04T13:52:00.005-05:00

i've been in sort of a strange mood today, restless yet feeling a little too funky to do anything about it. so, i thought i'd come here and blow the dust off the old blog. writing sometimes helps settle my nerves.

life over the past month has been...interesting. i finally got married! ok so not married in the traditional sense, but we had a handfasting ceremony and it was very small and simple and sweet which kind of pissed my mom off because she wanted to plan this huge elaborate shindig lol we both just weren't in to having all the pomp and circumstance. he said he knew he wanted to be with me forever the day we met and i shot him down in the bar, i knew i wanted to be with him forever the day we had our first fight and he looked me in the eye and said "i love you, you little shit, stop pushing me away!" as he stormed out of the house i thought to myself, hot damn i love that guy! no need for all the blah blah blah it was already a done deal.

therapy is going pretty good. i feel like i'm really taking in things more this time and getting better everyday. as i gain clarity and understanding, i have to laugh to myself when i think of some of the things that were said to me in the past regarding "validation" and i think "wow, you were so wrong about that, fu@ker! way to make yet another thing about you". of course only i will know exactly what i mean by that but sometimes it's good to have inside jokes. ;)

i actually signed up for summer classes as UT!!

after getting my first degree last may, if you would have asked me if i would ever go back i would have given a resounding "HELLS NO!" attending classes and everything that going to college entailed was such a stressful experience. i managed to get through it with really great profs and although schedule and time are issues that i am working through, sometimes i find repetition a little soothing. so, by the graces it all worked out for me over the last 5 years.

i had my first job review. yup, that'r right i have actually held down a job for going on 6 months! people who know me sometimes wonder why i even have a job. it's the little personal accomplishments that make a huge difference to me. some people will never get how huge being stable enough to hold down gainful employment is to someone like me. to have someone tell you that you are doing a good job and to have your peers say that they enjoy having you there is...omg, it's as wonderful as eating chocolate and having and orgasm at the same time!! :D

in other strange turn of events, my parents are now fostering my friend Jaimie's son. she ended up in jail after getting busted living in a house where meth was being made. ordinarily i would just shake my head and walk away from this whole mess but it's kind of a horrible situation and i felt compelled to get involved somehow :/

Jaime is a girl that i kind of know well. we don't really hang out or anything but to be honest i don't really hang out with anybody. we met ages ago through a mutual friend and when we first met i really liked her. if you ever get to know me well you will find out that i am quiet and extremely mischievous! she used to be the one who was all gung ho about helping me carry out my devious practical jokes and we had a lot of fun together. we have different lives though and hers was one that lead her to changing boyfriends like people change underwear, forever being pregnant by different men, partying, not taking care of the kids and so on. we stopped hanging out because...well frankly because i became a recluse...but even so those things drifted us apart as friends. over the years i still helped her out a lot financially. i think if anybody actually knew how much they would think i was insane.

in the end, her crazy lifestyle and poor choice in "boyfriend of the month" has landed her in jail for a very long time. she is currently pregnant so maybe she won't have to stay as long, but in the meantime she has two children that are now without their mother. her youngest child is now with baby daddy #2. rather his family stepped up and is now taking care of her because he himself is a lowlife deadbeat.

the saddest part of this whole story is her oldest child Cody had no where to go. his father is m.i.a. and there is no family to speak of as his father's father is in prison and no one else will take him in. he has a disorder called voluntary encopresis. in his case, it is a mental disorder that causes him to soil himself even though he knows perfectly well how to use the bathroom. he also smears feces on things. :/ no one wanted to deal with that and so they were all willing to let him rot somewhere. i couldn't stand it. i knew i couldn't very well in my mental state take care of this child but i couldn't leave him either.

i've said it a million times but my parents are wonderful. they didn't even hesitate when i explained the whole sordid mess to them. i felt bad for them having to go through all of the stuff with cps but really they are perfect for him. they have had lots of experience dealing with a child with mental health issues as well as acting out behavior. it has been a rocky start but they are coping with everything well. i went to spend a little of my day with all of them and you can kind of tell that he is happy but you can also see that he is very guarded. i understand that he has been tossed around from one unstable environment to the next and probably doesn't want to get his hopes up. i know this sounds shitty but i hope his mother doesn't get out of jail for a long time this way he actually has a chance.

God doesn't shout, he whispers, and in the whisper is the way...

2011-05-03T08:13:00.006-05:00

i'm a little disappointed that i didn't get to complete the A to Z blog challenge but there has been so much going on in the last few weeks it was hard to keep focus.

to top it all off, i decided to quit smoking. one day i ran out of cigarettes and was kind of busy and never got around to getting more, then the next day i had a shitty day and didn't want to get out of bed and so on and so forth until i realized it had been a few days and i hadn't been smoking. today marks my 3 weeks no smoking and 5 days no cutting. two major addictions that i am determined to take control over.

the good news is that i didn't quit group after all. i did, however, change the time of day in which i was going and that has made a huge difference. in the mornings the group is smaller and it feels less stressful to me. the therapist for this group is marvelous! Dr. Sims is very warm and motivating. she uses a lot of humor to help us relax and open up a little but she is also very real and very honest (she reminds me of a few of my fb friends) so it has been a more comfortable experience and i am starting to take an earnest interest in having a life less disheveled.

i know that i will never be able to "fix" the schizophrenia, that part of my brain is fu@ked and wired wrong, but at least i am gaining the skills necessary to deal with emotional regulation, distress tolerance, social awkwardness, paranoia, and dissociative behaviors. geez that sounds bad :/ i've been in therapy for what seems like my entire life but i never really "studied" or took a good long look at what was going on inside my brain. it just seemed weird, like "i KNOW what's happening to me, i don't need YOU to tell me what is happening to me because no damn textbook could EVER begin to describe the HELL that is living with this 'monster' inside you that you cannot control!" i've always been so emotional about that. even now i'm crying because i hate that i am this way.

ok, i had to take a few minutes and collect myself.

The Whisper...

sunday i think i had a bit of a meltdown. i was quite heavily feeling the bitterness of not connecting. sometimes i get angry with myself for not doing better socially and throw that anger all over the place i felt horrible for being lonely and horrible for acting horribly. :/

i know i have said a thousand times how wonderful Kc is but he really is my God send. all of this time i have been waiting for something epic to change my life and instead i was gifted this funny, kind, and patient man. he's not flashy, or dramatic, in fact he's one of the most adorable nerds i have ever met! he's always doing these silly little things that would not seem like a big deal to anyone else but me and the fact that he gets me and the fact that he does these silly little things to give me courage and make me feel good about myself...oh geez, i'm in tears again; i promise this time they are happy tears. :)

so, after having my boyfriend tell me he broke his "no fu@king way will i ever get a facebook" rule so that i would never be lonely on fb and always have someone there i could talk to and then having him come home and sing christina aguilera's"beautiful" to me very, very badly i might add, i realized...maybe i am someone who is worth something...

and then yesterday morning in group something finally clicked and i had my first "ah ha!" moment. after all these years of "being there but not getting it" as my therapist would say, i finally stopped covering my ears and squeezing my eyes shut to the fact that i am capable of handling this!

instead of rebelling against the whole process of "treatment" i'm starting to not only grasp but accept the concept that there are things that i will learn about myself that i may not like and may not be positive (hypersensitive emotions, mood swings, not feeling like i am human, disconnecting...) but with the right set of skills i can learn how to regulate the way i respond to the every day things that most people don't even have to think about.

each session we are given material to read on different skill building exercises. the group is run somewhat like a class so we have a workbook and different assignments. it's weird because when i was dealing with my ex, he would often tell me that his therapist would give him certain things to read up on and such. some of the things i have are similar but in his case he would always make it seem like these were things that i needed to do in order to "validate" him or to work on my communication skills. i guess that is one of the reasons why i fought this so hard in the beginning. he always made it seem like it was some sort of test that i was failing at and i was like "i don't want to do this because i've already failed". now i am learning that maybe the full concept of the assignments may not have been explained properly. idk i'm trying to be open about giving the benefit of the doubt but the way we are learning the same set of skills is far different. we are learning them in a "heal thyself" sort of way. in no way shape or form are we asked to dump all of these expectations on the people around us. instead we learn how to recognize these things within ourselves and use those skills to take control of how we respond to different instances.

Anyway, this week we are learning "mindfulness" so i will have to take that and put it in a box and label it "stupid ex shit that shouldn't bother me anymore" and throw it in the ocean. :)

(ps if you would like to follow along in what i am doing you can visit this website DBT self-help: Life Skills for Emotional Health. this site is one of the best that i have seen so far that clearly outlines each step of dialectical behavior therapy )

for the first time in my life i can see hope. not as a light at the end of a tunnel but as the tunnel actually crumbling and falling away.

V is for "Vanishing"

2011-04-29T06:51:00.002-05:00

U is for "Underrated"

2011-04-28T19:55:00.004-05:00

lately i've been listening to this wonderful little band called Freelance Whales. you've maybe heard one of their songs, "Generator ^ First Floor", recently in the new Starbuck's "what's your starbuck's signature?" commercial but these guys have been around for a few years.

i had the pleasure of seeing them live last year at Austin's south by southwest music festival and ever since then i have been a huge fan.

they have started to gain a larger following since their music has been featured in several advertisements and television programs. in september 2010, twitter selected Freelance Whales' music as the background for a video introducing a major rework of the service's user experience. the same song, entitled "Generator ^ First Floor", was also used by the NBC show Chuck in its 4th season premiere episode ("Chuck vs. the Anniversary"), which premiered september 20, 2010, as well as by Chevrolet in advertisements for the 2011 Chevy Volt. On October 12, 2010, the song "Broken Horse" appeared in an episode of One Tree Hill ("Nobody Taught Us to Quit"). their song "The Great Estates" was also featured in an episode of the USA show Covert Affairs Season 1. their song "Generator ^ Second Floor" was used on season 5, episode 1 of the British show Skins while "Location" was featured in episode 4. their song "Starring" was used in season 2 My Life as Liz on MTV. (references from wikipedia)

even though they are gaining in popularity, i still consider them underrated. their music is so pure and simple yet brilliant.

T is for the ugly "Truth"

2011-04-27T19:37:00.008-05:00

there is something about me that a lot of people don't know. even when i have friends who confide in me about this very same thing, i usually choose not to share.

my horrible secret is that i am a cutter, and the ugly truth is that i have been cutting again.

if you are unfortunate enough to have me as a facebook friend then you have already been forced to suffer through my weekly rants about how much i hate therapy. i know it seemed like a choice i made on my own but if i'm going to come completely clean then i must admit that it wasn't really my idea. several weeks ago ( it could have been 2 weeks, a week, one month) i found myself feeling really, really crushed because of something that happened. on the outside it seemed like i was dealing with it very well. i was able to move on and wash my hands of things. on the inside i was devastated. i don't handle rejection well. :/

people cut for different reasons, i think. some may do it for attention, some to punish themselves, others want to "feel" something when they are otherwise disassociated and numb. i don't know why i do it, but i'm addicted. when i get overwhelmed and stressed and don't know how else to express myself, it is like a release.

currently i am making my third attempt at Dialectical Behavior Therapy. mainly because i usually quit before i can complete it. ever since i can remember i have been in therapy in some form or another. because of the state of my mental health i probably always will. :/

What is dialectical behavior therapy? generally it is said to be the most effective form of therapy for people with borderline personality disorder. it's pretty intense and structured two of the things that i dislike the most.

i want to quit so bad. but i promised my partner and family that i would finish because it is the first step towards gaining my independence in the sense that i could try to get my guardianship dropped. all in all it's not really that bad. i agree that i could definitely use the distress tolerance, emotional regulation, and connecting skills. but some days i just don't want to deal with things. it seems like every freaking day of my life is consumed with this damn mental illness. T is also for "tired".

S is for let's talk about "Sex"

2011-04-26T21:45:00.001-05:00

SEX

*gasp!* is a part of our lives that is so complex. it's not just a physical thing; it can also have an emotional and even spiritual effect on us.

sex has always been one of those funny subjects for me. i can laugh and make jokes about it all day long but when it comes down to the personal stuff quite honestly it makes me blush.

i must warn you now that i'm going to write about SEX. so if you're squeamish, you can stop reading now. oh yeah and maybe i need to throw in an "i'm gay!" so this is going to be from my perspective. no Adam and Eve shyte here, tyvm!

so let me come out and admit that i have only had 2 1/2 sexual partners in my whole life. i don't know why i would find that fact kind of embarrassing but i do. don't you think it's kind of odd that there is this unspoken social catch 22 when it comes to sex? if you haven't really been sexually active, people tend to think that you are prude or that there is something wrong with you but if you have been very sexually active people look down on you, and may question your morals. i wonder what the "acceptable" number of people to sleep with is? 4? 7? 11 1/2?

if you've read any of my previous blog posts then you've had the opportunity to get to know me a little more and hopefully have a deeper understanding of who i am and why i am so strange. if you haven't read my blog, "S" is also for screw you. lol

i've kind of touched on the fact that i've had a few issues with the whole sex and sexuality thing. i used to own a lot of real estate in the land of confusion. :P

do you remember your first time? was it good? did you love the person you were with?

my first sexual experience was...interesting. i lost my virginity to a girl (yes!) that i was dating in high school. i was still denying to myself that i was gay but at the same time i can honestly say that i wanted what she gave me. like a total cliché, i lost my virginity in the back seat of my car. i remember at the time i had this sweet 1970 chevy monte carlo. we had just gone to see a few bands play at the SxSW music festival and afterwards we drove out to the cliffs to hang out, smoke out, and look at the Austin lights in the night sky. i wish i could say i remember how we ended up in the back seat but i can tell you she was so pale and beautiful. glowing. not at all like the women that sometimes cause me to have deviously "straight" thoughts these days.

and pink, i remember her bra and panties were lacy and pink like cupcake frosting and she smelled like chanel and weed. even now when i think about that moment the room gets a little warm and i am blushing beyond belief.

since then i hadn't had another truly sexual relationship 'til now. i think i was a little traumatized by the relationship between her and i. there was no love in a sense that was anything more than friendship and i think i was deeply disappointed in myself for that. i strongly feel that as a personal choice i could never have sex with someone i didn't love and trust completely.

i have had two other relationships before the one i am in now, the first is the sexual experience that i guess i consider the "1/2" Matt and i never really had intercourse. oh god i sound like someone's mother talking about this shit! lol there was touching and stuff and junk and things but you don't need to know about that so moving on...

the next relationship was with a guy i met online. we had a long distance relationship so of course there was the lack of physically being with each other. we never did hook up in person. seeing how things turned out and what kind of person he ended up being i am extremely glad we never did. i would have hated myself even more.

when i met my current partner, he was kind of surprised to learn of how little experience with sex i had; he also admits he was a little nervous. i guess it can be a little intimidating if you think that because your partner hasn't been with many people at all or done many things that the way you perform will be the way that he perceives sex. i had a lot of firsts with Kc. my first same sex...umm...sex, my first lip biting, eyes rolling, calling on jesus honest to god orgasm lol and so on and so on... he has definitely helped me to unleash my inner hussy tee hee!

to me sex is more than just two bodies clanging together. giving ourselves to each other, becoming one, learning those things about one another that make our toes curl has become an expression of how much we love and care for each other. <3

i am a very lucky boy in the fact that he is so patient and open to letting me experiment with new things. he indulges my silliness and curiosity so i've been able to have a little naughty fun! :D

tip #1 i will tell you that whipped cream in bed is not sexy! it's sticky and it gets all over things. in your hair on the sheets, in your crack :O i think we spent more time laughing about the whipped cream being a very bad idea than getting any sort of enjoyment out of it.

tip #2 the tongue is the most amazing organ!

and last but not least

tip #3 anything that heats up a little and then gets cool when you blow on it...ooh la la! winky winky! ;)

R is for Religion...

2011-04-25T19:38:00.004-05:00

religion has always been a tough subject for me to talk about.

i think that religion is something very personal; you can either choose to share the experience with others (church, witnessing, prayer groups etc...) or you can choose to be a solo spiritualist.

i chose the topic of religion because this past sunday i, for the first time in over 10 years, stepped foot inside a church to attend Easter mass.

if you took the time to read my facebook notes, you will understand why i have such a hard time with the whole concept of organized religion. if you haven't, to summarize, i grew up with in a household run by catholic-extremist "grandparents. i endured daily physical, mental, and verbal abuse pretty much from the time i was about 3 or 4 years old 'til about the time i turned 8; snapped and ended up in a group home until i was about 13. if you'd like to read about it, i finally transferred it all over in to my online journal, "enter the Pisces".

basically, religion was a form of punishment and for the longest time i had no beliefs in anything at all.

today i consider myself a solo spiritualist. i eventually came back to spirituality because i'm not ignorant to the fact that i have so many blessings in my life. i don't have any one belief system rather i take the parts that, to me, make sense (mostly from the Buddhist and Hindi teachings) and have tried to find some balance from there. whether it be God, the Godesses, santa, or an alien named Bob, i know there has to be some divine spirit out there. nobody can try to kill themselves as many times as i have, fail, and not have somebody watching over their shoulder.

this sunday's Easter vigil was kind of an eye opener for me. i went in somewhat negatively. not only did i have a very closed mind about what church was going to be like; i also went in with kind of this "in-your-face" attitude. i purposefully walked in holding the hand of my partner prepared to have to defend myself and almost daring anybody to say anything ugly. but they didn't. the people there were actually very nice, even after my parents introduced Kc and myself as a couple.

it was kind of hard going back and facing that demon but i'm glad i did. i actually started crying a little during the liturgy. i had my own reasons, but just another example of how nice people were, there was a lady behind me who reached over the pew to squeeze my hand. i suppose she thought i was moved by the sermon.

i'm not sure if i will ever make peace with organized christian religions. it is so difficult for me to wrap my head around the idea of basing the way that i think and live my life on a book that is so full of contradictions. not to be blasphemous, but i almost find the bible to be similar to the internet. you can find anything in there that can prove or disprove the exact same theory because it is so open to interpretation. anyway, i'm not here to prove or disprove anything.

after all of those years of having negative experiences with religion, i finally had a good one and all i wanted was to share that with you :)

Q is For "Quirks"

2011-04-20T12:27:00.015-05:00

quirk (kwirk)

1. A peculiarity of behavior; an idiosyncrasy: "Every man had his own quirks and twists" (Harriet Beecher Stowe).

the other day in therapy to kind of lighten the mood we talked about quirks. some can be kind of silly, some can be beneficial or make improvements in the way we get things done, and some can be down right bizarre!! do you insist on the toilet paper being "over" or "under"? dot your "i's" with smiley faces? have a secret collection of toenail clippings? well you are not alone! (well maybe on the toenail thing )

my sister has this thing where she raps her knuckles on the dashboard three times before she starts her car. she says it's "for luck", i say she's inherited a bit of the ol' McPhee crazy gene!

point is, everybody has that one (or several) little strange thing about them that has to be "just so". those little things are what make us unique and perhaps a little odd at times. so the group therapist asked us to write down a list of our quirks and share them with each other. it was a little weird because most of the time we don't really think of the things we're doing, we just do them and it was kind of scary to see how many little character quirks i really had!

we also learned how to talk about our quirks and accept them and even laugh at them in a way that was positive. i have to say it was actually kind of a fun day in the great big pile of suck that is group therapy.

so here is my list. don't laugh. i know you're laughing!

Brandon's List of Oddities:

1. when taking bread from a loaf i will not take the first 2-3 pieces. i don't know why, but they are poison.

2. i used to be an extreme clean freak and germaphobe. since moving in with my partner though, i've been forced to learn not let disarray set my teeth on edge. Kc is not nearly as concerned about the candle being exactly 47 degrees northeast of the magazines on the coffee table as i am. lol

he has also helped me to bringdown my fear of germs a notch. according to his logic, exposing ourselves to germs helps our bodies build up natural antibodies. sounds like he's selling snake oil to me but since he is a pharmD that does medical research i guess i'll buy it. i told him if i die of some weird ass disease i want "thanks a lot asshole!!!!" <--with the appropriate amount of exclamation points etched in to my tombstone!

3. i mostly type and write in lower case letters. no, it is not just my bad grammar and lord knows i need a lot of help with that!

as much as i'd love to pass it off as an attempt to emulate the author e.e. cummings, for some reason capital letters make me uneasy. my therapist feels like it has something to do with self esteem. i will never, never, never, capitalize the word "i"

4. i refuse to eat at Wendy's solely based on the fact that they serve square hamburgers. i've never eaten any of their food but in my america, hamburgers are round damn it!

5. i can not grow facial hair. believe me i've tried. we won't shame ourselves by dwelling on the handful of sad little chin hairs that showed up for duty when i tried to grow a goatee once. moving on...

6. i can never just sit down and watch tv. i always have to be doing something else; internet, writing, chatting, reading a book...i have the shortest attention span and television doesn't seem to be enough to hold it.

7. i can not deal with open closet doors.

8. i can't sleep without the fan on. even if it is 20 degrees below zero (which it never is in Austin!)

9. i shower every night before i go to bed and every morning when i wake up.

10. i don't eat anything that's white.

and the coup de grâce...

11. ok, this is my biggest and weirdest quirk. i don't share this with a lot of people but the sight of wet bread freaks me out!!!!! not that i am afraid of it or anything. it's hard to explain but it literally makes me physically weak in the knees and queasy. you know that weird fluttery feeling you get when you are driving in a car and you go too fast down a steep hill? well that's what happens to me. one day Kc came in the kitchen and found me passed out on the floor. (yep, it's that serious! i know!) he has always put up with my many oddities, never complained or gotten upset or exasperated with me,but knowing that a soggy piece of leftover sandwich in the kitchen sink made me fall out, that actually raised an eyebrow lol.

omg i can't believe i typed and will eventually publish that!

so now that i have shared my quirks with you, i would be interested to know what funny, interesting, or bizarre quirks you readers (if anybody actually reads this)have to share with me.

today is random silliness day! :D

2011-04-19T13:58:00.006-05:00

lately, i've been scaling down the time i spend on facebook and getting in to other things. omg, YES, there are other things besides facebook! :0 i know, i was shocked too!

one of the things about me that will either endear you to me or make you run screaming in the other direction is my quirky sense of humor. umm...yeah, remember that thing about my penis tourretes?

i love to laugh at things that are irreverent and tongue-in-cheek. life is far too short to take ourselves seriously!

on my adventures through the web-o-verse i found some sites that made me LOL and so i present to you: Random Silliness!

our first stop is a blog called Passive Aggressive Notes. have you ever gotten a note from someone and thought, WTF?!? wow, not only are you a psycho, but now i have documented proof! this blog will have you rolling with some of the seriously messed up notes that people send. readers are encouraged to send in their own personal passive-agressive notes... hmmm...maybe i should submit some of the texts and messages from the ex :P

some of the greatest hits from Passive Aggressive Notes:

this little gem is called "Shittiest secret admirer ever"

“My roommate thinks I took her dry erase board when I was 40 miles away the week it was taken,” says an anonymous college student in Tampa, Florida. “She has been leaving me notes like this ALL YEAR.” God help our poor submitter, but I’m nominating this crazy rainbow of a note for the passive-aggressive hall of fame. (Prize: a year’s worth of anger-management therapy?)

some of the following comments are even funnier than the original post!

seriously, i nearly PMSL when i read this one entitled "Rocket Pubes" ...no wait, it gets funnier!

i swear i'm not the "Brandon" who wrote this note, but i have to admit, it does sound suspiciously like some shit i would say LMAO!

next up, we have Sassy Gay Friend. SGF is a character created by (gay) comedian, Brian Gallivan. SGF is that little queer bff that we all need to pop out at random when we are saying, doing, and wearing something questionable and yell "What are you doing?, what what, what are you doing?! Look at your life, look at your choices!" the world would be a much better place if everyone had a sassy gay friend!

"I Am Hilarious" is another blog that keeps me giggling. yes, it's another one of those sites that pokes fun of grammar, clothing, weird stuff in everyday life and people's overall idiocy, but damn it's funny!

Your Drunk Ass

My Little Dildo Pony

ok i WARN you, if you do not have a seriously fucked up sense of humor, do not press play...otherwise, proceed :)

Hilarious Farewell e-mail

last but not least is an old fave, People of Walmart. oh please, don't pretend like you don't laugh at this shit!

even grandma rocks the (f)uggs!

Wookie mistake

ok, so i'm a dude with long hair but when you got more in the back then you do on top, let it go!

Phish on a Dish

why?...just, why?

It Rubs the Lotion on it's Skin

tee hee! well i hope you have enjoyed my random silliness of the day. i look forward to posting more of these :)

P is for "Pets"

2011-04-17T18:12:00.004-05:00

currently we have the pleasure of living with three dogs; Modi, Matilda, and Mocha who make our lives interesting!

i've always loved animals and as soon as we moved away from my "grandparent"'s house, we had lots and lots of pets. my parents are very big in to animal rescue.

i got my first dog of my very own, a now 6 year old black pug named Modi, last year in may right before i graduated college. my mom and i had gotten to know a lady at our favorite coffee shop who sadly was losing her battle with cancer and needed to find a good loving home for her dog.
we had just recently lost our family dog to old age and it was pretty hard on us all but my mom especially was pretty devastated. she has always had a fondness for Neapolitan Mastiffs and with some luck we were able to find her another. while she was waiting for her puppy to arrive, i guess she was still feeling a little bit of the loss and so she decided that she would adopt Modi as well.

i went with her to pick him up from our friend and somewhere between there and petsmart he and i formed a very strong bond. he never went home with my mom that day. lol and he has been my lil' buddy ever since. it's amazing how much he seems to be in tuned with my emotions. before when it was just me and him, if i was having a really crappy day or lying in bed crying he would come lay with me and it always made me feel better to have him there.

in comes the new boyfriend and the new dog...

Matilda is a 3 year old mastiff that is 170 lbs of lump! she is the most lovable loaf i have ever met and is so kind and gentle you almost forget how big she really is! she goes nowhere fast and likes to spend most of her day catching z's on the living room couch. my partner Kc adopted her when she was a puppy from the humane society when she was turned in by her breeder. somehow when she was a baby she lost a toe and the breeder i guess had a hard time selling her and eventually decided to cut their losses and dumped her at the shelter. Modi and Matilda are quite a pair! lucky for us they got along right from the beginning and are pretty much inseparable! we like to joke and say that Modi likes big beautiful women! :)

our third and most recent addition is a long coat chihuahua that we decided to call Mochaccino (Mocha) in keeping with the whole "M" theme lol. we are not quite sure how old she is, but our veterinarian estimated her to be between 5-7 years old, which i guess is still kinda young in chihuahua years. Kc and i had just moved in to our new home. i had a break from work and we were trying to get me out of the house so we planned a day of running errands. as we were leaving Target, there was a small crowd outside of the store pointing at some car speeding off. normally i try to avoid strangers and drama, but we heard someone say "omg i can't believe they just dumped this puppy here and left!" and of course the bf and i couldn't walk away. so we went over to have a look and our hearts melted. the poor little thing looked so sickly! you could smell the infection on her and she had some sort of gooey stuff all over her bottom and back legs. there was some short debate as to what to do for her. should someone take her to the animal shelter or try and see if a nearby vet would take her and help her? in the end Kc and i decided that we would take her to our pet's doctor and kind of go from there.

when we got there the girls at the front desk took one look at her and said she needed help right away! after a few minutes, our doctor called us in and told us that she was pretty sure she had what was called a pyometra and that she needed to have surgery to remove the infected uterus. we didn't even need to talk it over. we told her to do whatever was necessary to save her. in the process, our doctor performed an ultrasound to confirm the diagnosis and also some blood work which included a heartworm test. i didn't know it at the time but our vet had called Kc to tell him that our poor little strayling was also heartworm positive and that this could complicate the surgery. he told her to proceed but didn't tell me until afterwards because he knew i would completely freak out with worry! i'm happy to say that she made it through successfully and after a few days care in the hospital, we brought her home with us. :) she is now a happy healthy little dog and next month she will undergo heartworm treatment. she is definitely not the quiet, sickly little pup we found lying in a box in the Target parking lot. she is now Mocha, chihuahua warroir! and all the backyard squirrels are shaking in their boots!

O is for "Onward"

2011-04-17T14:52:00.008-05:00

so we are halfway through the alphabet and by now i'm sure you are well aware that i am an oddball. also a very good "O" word.

i've opened myself up a little bit with each post and for the most part i feel like it has been very positive. i thank you all from the bottom of my heart for taking the time to read this blog and responding here and on my facebook page in a way that has been most encouraging.

so where do we go from here?...onward.
i dropped out of therapy about a month or so ago (i'm really bad with time) idk i was having my medication changed yet again and i kind of flipped out for a while and really just wanted to be left alone. being able to put my thoughts down has been better than therapy though. being able to hear responses, good or bad, has been more helpful than getting the same old "blah blah blah, you have to attend group and do the dialectical behavior therapy blah blah blah..." from Dr.B
i know that i am now beyond the point of going to my regular therapy with Dr. N and so starting next week i will be returning to out-patient and trying my hardest to quiet the static inside my brain.

i think this is a step in the right direction since i feel strong in the fact that i have the loving support of my family, my partner, and my friends. i will apologize in advance for any future rantings as group makes me nutty! o_@ there is a lot of focus on time and learning to accept time, keeping to a schedule, and completing exercises in a timely matter. all shit that makes my brain rrrawrr! lol but i've been doing well with keeping a job and good attendance so i guess i'm up for the challenge.

wish me luck!

N is for "NatalieDee"

2011-04-17T12:03:00.000-05:00

I LOVE NATALIE DEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

omg did i just type that in all caps? :0 NatalieDee is a web comic written by Natalie Dee. it doesn't really follow any plot so to speak, like she's not fighting crime or anything, but they sort of illustrate anecdotal and freakin' hilarious situations from every day life.

you can often find me posting snippets of Natalie Dee comics as banners on my facebook page.

oh Natalie Dee, you say everything i've always wanted to say...

Natalie Dee also contributes to other web comics and musings such as Married to the Sea and Superpoop along with her husband, artist/musician, Drew Fairweather who has various comics and projects of his own (Crudbump, Toothpaste for Dinner, Kompressor, and Francetucky)

you can check out more of Natalie Dee's witticisms at:

Natalie Dee-America's Favorite Cracker

M is for "Macaroni and Merlot"

2011-04-16T20:56:00.006-05:00

lol, they can't all be gems. :P

last night i spent a wonderful evening with the better half enjoying a fabulous meal of macaroni and merlot. baked macaroni (or as i like to call it, "fluffy" macaroni) is one of my absolute favorite comfort foods and so i thought i'd share some great macaroni recipes with you :)

BAKED MACARONI AND CHEESE

1 1/2 cups macaroni, cooked
2 cups thin white sauce (see below)
2 tsp. grated onion
1/2 pound grated cheese
fine buttered bread crumbs
paprika

Preheat oven to 400°F. Cook and drain macaroni and place in a buttered 1 1/2 quart casserole. Blend onion and cheese with white sauce and pour over cooked macaroni.

Sprinkle with buttered crumbs and paprika. Bake uncovered in preheated oven for 30-35 minutes.

THIN WHITE SAUCE:

1 tbsp. butter
1 tbsp. flour
1 cup whole milk (we like ours a little sweet so we substitute with 14 oz can of condensed milk and 1/4 cup of 2% milk)
1/4 tsp. salt

Melt butter at 200-212°F in saucepan, microwave or double boiler.

Add flour to butter and whisk well to blend. Gradually stir in milk, whisking constantly until smooth. Allow to cook over medium-low heat until sauce simmers and thickens to desired consistency. Add salt, to taste. If you prefer a richer sauce, use 2 tbsp. flour and 2 tbsp. butter.

Serves 4 or 5.

there is also an equally delicious and healthier version for all my vegan friends:

Best Vegan Mac and Cheese in the entire world...seriously

Ingredients

1 1/2 pounds pasta, preferably macaroni

"Cheese" Sauce:
1 1/2 cups unsweetened nondairy milk
1 1/2 cups nutritional yeast
1 cup canola or vegetable oil
1 cup water
1/3 cup tamari or soy sauce
1/4 (12 ounce) block firm (not silken) tofu
1 tablespoon garlic powder
1 tablespoon paprika
1 tablespoon vegesal or in lack of fancy product, just use salt
1 dollop mustard, optional

optional topping: vegan bread crumbs. take 3 or 4 slices of your favorite vegan bread. you can either lightly toast them or let them stand out on your counter in open air for about 30-45 minutes. after that, put them in your food processor and finely chop. voila! sprinkle over your mac and "cheese" prior to baking.

Directions:

1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees Fahrenheit. Boil water in a big pot and cook pasta according to package directions.

2. Add all of the "cheese" sauce ingredients in a blender and process until smooth. Once pasta is cooked, drain and put it in the baking pan (about the size of a brownie pan). Pour the "cheese" sauce over the pasta.

3. Bake until the top of the pasta looks slightly browned and crispy, about 15 minutes.

This is very simple and tastes amazing! If you are cooking for yourself, it will last about 5 days if you eat it for all three meals of the day.

L is for "Letting you in" (a little at a time)

2011-04-16T14:53:00.004-05:00

i admit, i am a difficult person to get to know. i have a hard time letting people in to my life because i don't feel like i relate a lot of times. i've always sworn that i am an alien placed on this earth as a scientific experiment or a colossal joke. i haven't decided which.

so, who am i? well, idk i guess i'm not really the best person to ask that question as my self view is not the greatest and i've been called many different things by many different people.

there are certain aspects of my life that i have kept to myself because i am unsure how they will effect what i already feel may be other's perceptions of me. :/

one of the things that came in to question before was how i make a living. i've never really elaborated on that because i have found that no matter what, people will always find a reason to judge you.

i was actually told once that it was assumed that i looked down on people because i have been to the opera, i chose to attend a charity event that was a black tie affair (as apposed to say volunteering in a soup kitchen), didn't work for long periods of time but still managed to own my own home and drive a nice car... i say assumed because never have i ever put out that vibe or said or done anything to that effect. it was just decided for me that is the way that i was. i suppose in that person's incredibly fucked up mind it was another way to point a finger at me. but it kind of got me to thinking...how would your perceptions of me change if you knew my financial background? or if you knew that i am the kid of two people who are the children and grand children of other people who invented things or owned things? would your expectations of me change?

or would you be surprised to know that i am a 25 year old man whose parents still have legal guardianship over him because i am not considered "stable" enough to make adult decisions. that i don't have my own bank account because i am erratic, compulsive, and impulsive and cannot be trusted with money. it's seriously sad that there is this elaborate system devised for me to have funds. :l

i am so envious of those who are able to share every part of their lives. i wish i had the confidence for that and believe me, i am trying. this post for me is huge, HUGE! and as soon as i hit publish, i'm going to go hide for a while.

K is for "Keeping Austin Weird"

2011-04-15T21:07:00.015-05:00

"Keep Austin Weird" is not just some catchy slogan, it's a way of life. although as to whom said it first is a topic of debate, the slogan was adopted by the Austin Independent Business Alliance as a way to promote small business in Austin and well, it kind of ran from there!

i've said it before and i'll say it again, Austin, TX is a planet unto itself. possibly the thing that makes this city so wonderful, is that is such a rich mixture of ideals coming together to make us who we are.

"Families, kids, professors, students, immigrants, politicians, musicians, state employees, high-tech workers, a large gay community and hippies are living in this city and all of them are sharing the mentality of the slogan “Keep Austin Weird“, this slogan refers to the eclectic and liberal lifestyle of many Austin residents"

Oat Willie's

Oat Willie's has been an Austin institution for over 40 years.

"Owners Doug and Judy Brown of the iconic Austin smoke shop, Oat Willie’s, know a thing or two about Austin, its history, and the way things have worked here over the years. 'We consider this store a cross between a smoke shop and an old-fashioned general store,” says Judy, gushing grandmother to two little boys. “We carry beautiful Tiffany-like lamps; Indian batiked and inked bedspreads; books, boxes and cards; and flowing bohemian clothes,'she says proudly." -excerpt taken from AIBA interview. you can read more of this interview by going to the AIBA website at http://www.ibuyaustin.com/

SoCo-South Congress Avenue

looking at it now, it may be hard to believe that not so many years ago, this vibrant and creative neighborhood was a place where businesses had slumped and a couple of seedy little motels rented rooms by the hour. it's come a long way baby!

i am a native Austinite and not only is this my favorite part of town, but south Austin is a place where i call home. yeah, yeah so we have great Tex-Mex an out of this world music scene, the infamous 6th street and a large bar district but the best part is this eccentric, vintage and wonderful side of town called SoCo with excellent food, clothing, furniture, and you name it randomness!

Eeyor's Birthday Party

Eeyor's Birthday party began in 1963 as a spring party and picnic for students at UT Austin. it was named for Eeyor the lovably, forlorn donkey from the Winnie the Pooh stories by A.A. Miline who in one story believes that his friends have forgotten his birthday only to discover that they have planned a surprise birthday party for him. today, it is a large event held in Austin's Pease Park to benefit local non-profit organizations and yeah, it's kind of weird! locals come out to celebrate this day-long festival and are highly encouraged to dress in costume and enjoy and participate in the festivities. my favorite is the drum circle where you can freestyle dance or play along. there are costume contests, food, games, local musicians (or bring your own non-amplified musical instrument) and lots fun!

Casa Neverlandia

"imagine for a minute if Peter Pan were an architect and Dr. Suess were an interior designer and artist and that the built a home together...this is how i believe their home would look!" that is just one of the many quotes used to describe this wonderful whimsical home.

Casa Neverlandia has been featured in many forms of media such as Plant Green's: World's Greenest Homes, This Old House: World's Wildest Houses, and Natural Home and Garden.

First Thursday

first thursday is a popular monthly event that takes place along South Congress Avenue, generally from Barton Springs Road to Elizabeth Street. it is basically like one big block party, and it is perfect for all ages. on the first thursday of each month, all of the stores along South Congress that normally close early stay open late. first thursday is a smorgasbord of local flavor featuring music, artists, performers, food, drinks and lots of fun! if you are planing on visiting our fair city, this event is a great way to introduce yourself to Austin and all of it's wonderful weirdness.

Toy Joy!

ok, it is no secret that i am a giant child trapped in a man's body! i loooooove Toy Joy!! (hmm...maybe i should add some more "o"'s and exclamation points) this is a great place for kids of all ages to browse, play with, and collect the things that make them smile.

umm...i'm not a big pusher of the whole "you should get high and go do this..." thing, but some of my best...er...memories are of getting puffed with my older sister, before she got all mom and responsible-like, and turning ourselves loose inside the store. bouncing on the inflatable ponies, playing with smurfs, eating candy, and rolling around on the floor giggling like 5 year olds :P

last but not least...

Keep Austin Weird Festival and 5k Run
think of this festival as the ultimate toast to Austin, a toast to hospitality, fun and a sense of community. the 5k run helps raise funds for the Austin Parks Foundation and there is plenty of fun shenanigans for anyone in attendance.

2011-04-15T06:36:00.001-05:00

under construction...

2011-04-15T06:23:00.004-05:00

sorry i haven't posted lately.

over the last week or so as i've been watching my facebook newsfeed shuffle slowly by, i realized that 99% of the posts i have are game feeds and not actual conversation. 117 "friends" LOL.

not that i really have much o say these days anyway so oh well...

anyway, as i move away from facebook, i wanted to focus more on writing and blogging so i have been working on the aesthetics of this place, but i suck at code so it has been a lot of trial and error and bugging the crap out of Kc to help me since he is the computer nerd :P

i hope to get writing again this weekend, but anyway, that's what i've been up to. :)

J...it must be Jelly cause Jam don't shake like that! (women's body image in the media)

2011-04-11T19:00:00.021-05:00

i decided to write this blog article because many of my best friends are women, most of the people i interact with are women, i have two sisters, and i guess you can say i am surrounded by women!

i often hear the women in my life make little cracks about their weight, their height, their hair, or their overall general appearance and i wonder to myself if they know just how beautiful they really are?

then i see all of the commercials, celebrities, and magazine ads imposing these standards of "beauty"on women and the reality becomes clear.

the thing that disturbs me most is that for the most part, the media images of female "beauty" are unattainable for all but a very small number of women.

in reality, many women are curvy, some have grey hairs, some are are short, have wrinkles or stretch marks but does that not make them beautiful?

when did this become the ideal body?

the bizarre thing, is that if we saw a dog this skinny we would not think it was appropriate. so why do our women want this for themselves?

every day in the media, women are subjected to images suggesting that if they just took this pill and lost 20 lbs they would be thinner and happier, if they would only buy this cream their skin would be smoother and wrinkle free and they would be happier, if they buy these clothes, this lipstick, this hair care product then they would be...happier. :/

some startling statistics about female body image:

1. The average American woman is 5’4” tall and weighs 140 pounds. The average American model is 5’11” tall and weighs 117 pounds.

2. The average size of the “ideal” woman, as portrayed by models, has become progressively thinner over the years and has stabilized at around 20% below the average weight. This thin ideal is unachievable for most women. A 1995 study found that three minutes spent looking at models in a fashion magazine caused 70% of women to feel depressed, guilty, and ashamed.

3. It is estimated that 40-50% of American women are trying to lose weight at any point in time.

4. One out of every four college aged women has an eating disorder.

5. Almost half of all women smokers smoke because they see it as the best way to control their weight. Of these women, 25% will die of a disease caused by smoking.

6. At age thirteen, 53% of American girls are “unhappy with their bodies.” This grows to 78% by the time girls reach seventeen.

7. In a sample of male and female high school students, girls had higher body dissatisfaction scores than boys on all measures. Girls reported magazines as their primary source of information regarding diet and health. Boys reported their parents as their primary source of information. These are the typical messages girls can expect to get from women's magazines.

8. A majority of girls in a 1999 study (59 percent) reported dissatisfaction with their body shape, and 66 percent expressed a desire to lose weight. Only 29 percent of the girls were overweight.

9. At 5’9” tall and weighing 110 lbs, Barbie would have a BMI of 16.24 which is considered severely underweight. Because of her ridiculous proportions (39” bust, 18” waist, 33” thighs and a size 3 shoes!), if she was a real woman, she wouldn’t be able to walk upright – she would have to walk on all fours. Note that the target market for Barbie Doll sales are girls ages 3 to 12.

10. Nearly 11.7 million cosmetic surgical and nonsurgical procedures were performed in the United States in 2007. Women had nearly 10.6 million cosmetic procedures, 91% percent of the total

even sadder still is that even our images of perfection are not so perfect:

Love Your Curves! i've always been a fan of women who were shaped like Marilyn Monroe. she was drop dead gorgeous and wore a size 16 jeans! who would have thought that a woman so beautiful and confident could be rockin' the double digits? it's all in how you feel about you :)

Real Women Have Curves

© By Anonymous
Real women have curves, wrinkles, and flaws.
Each one earned with experience, perseverance and determination.
There's no computer to airbrush your mistakes.
Let them make you who you are.
Love every mark, every scar,

every extra curve you wished to go away, Accept what you can't learn to love,

Then let go of what you can't accept.
Treasure them for their memories
Like a worn love letter or ratty old quilt from generations of old.
Each wrinkle comes with the wisdom only years of life can give.
And life is not to be hidden or covered up.
For life is how a girl grows into a woman
And real women have curves.

I is for "I sit on this wall and wait for you whoever you are, where ever you may be..."

2011-04-10T10:55:00.018-05:00

"...I've been siting on this wall since I was 17 years old just waiting for you, just praying for you whoever you are where ever you may be to find me. I will sit on this wall for the rest of my life if need be"

for the longest time all i could remember about the one thing i always wanted in this world was love.

i will point out here that i have been blessed with two loving and supportive parents and two wonderful sisters. but when i say "love", i mean love in the relationship sense.

i certainly don't feel like i have many demands when it comes to relationships. in fact all that i ask is patience and to be loved in return.

i'm not sure why those needs have been so hard to fulfill, so difficult to achieve. but it seems that it has taken me all of my life to finally find someone who i can say really, truly loves me.

until now, i was feeling extremely discouraged that it was never gonna happen for me. i have had three major relationships in my life and all of them went to complete shit.

the first, i have to admit was merely a relationship of convenience. i was a young, hormonal, teenage boy who up until my junior year in high school (because of the circumstances in my life and my sexual confusion) had never had a sexual experience. it's kind of embarrassing to admit that but there it is. i met a girl (yup, i said a girl) and well as i've said before in my memoirs, i used her in a way that a young, hormonal, teenage boy would. it wasn't all sex, but mostly it was. i loved her but was not "in love" with her. we did have a lot of fun together, but it wasn't enough to build a relationship on. i had to finally come to terms with the fact that i was a gay man and so i told her. it broke her heart at the time, but eventually she forgave me and to this day we have a wonderful friendship, that i would not trade for anything in the world.

the second was my first same sex relationship. again, not really an experience that i could call love. not many people know this about me, but back in the day i used to be a scene model . it was a pretty interesting time in my life and i got to travel all over the world. during my travels i met a boy.

ahhh...he made me weak in the knees. but unfortunately, he was so heavily in to drugs and alcohol that our time together was nothing but one chaotic train wreck after another. i had never been in love before, so i did not understand that love was not the death of one's self. and here is another embarrassing admission, we did not have a sexual relationship. at first i was incredibly attracted to him but as time went on, every day i lost a little piece of me until i felt nothing. i was so tired. the day i finally decided to end it, i came home from a job, drew a bath, slit my wrists, got in, and laid down for a long and endless sleep. again, i pulled through. it took a long time, but we were actually finally able to make amends about a month ago. we are both

in far different stages in our lives. he is sober now and has been for almost a year and i can honestly say that he is a far better person for it. :) i can't say that we are "friends" now, but we can actually hang out and have a laugh and put that time in our lives behind us.

my third and possibly hardest relationship was with a guy i met online. we still have quite a few mutual friends, so if you are a mutual friends and you don't really want to hear this part you can skip over it now......

however, i do feel the need to finally get this out of my system. i feel like there are some things i have to put to rest and i find that it has been most helpful for me to get things out of my head. as i've said before, getting things out gives me the ability to clear away the things that are troubling me. lets me put them in a box and tuck them away on a shelf in the back of my mind to collect dust and trouble me no more. and so i shall go on.

i can't say at first what attracted me to him. there was this certain something, this je ne sais quoi that i will never be able to quite put my finger on, but i fell and i fell hard.

i know that he says that i never really loved him but i loved him with all of my heart and soul and never missed a moment to tell him as well as any and everybody that would listen. we had a very strange relationship. he found me at a time when i had just spent almost two years alone wallowing in my own misery and wondering why i continued to go on and i found him at a time when he was himself going through a tough time. we both needed something and someone and i think we both thought we had found it in each other (idk i can only tell the story from my own perspective)

in public, we were disgustingly in love, in private, we fought like mad. so many things went wrong in that relationship. i know he still blames me for a lot of things that happened, and does not take responsibility for his part even though he likes to think that saying "i know i wasn't perfect" and leaving it at that is taking responsibility. we have very different views on what happened between us but i guess at this point, i'm ok with that. my therapist says that there are just some folks in this world that need to be the "victim". so i'm not going to fight about it or struggle with the need to have my side heard. you will feel about it how you will feel about it.

what i won't sit here and do is pretend that it was all bad.

do i think that he loved me? yes, at some point, but i also think he stopped loving me long before he stopped loving me. i tried with all i could to make things work, because for the first time i thought that i felt true love.

there came a point after it all where i thought we could both be mature about the whole thing and that finding some closure would be good for us both. he had actually contacted me a couple of times via yahoo, and i thought we had some nice conversations. i tried to go back and apologize for the way things went down. tell him that i was sorry for the way things ended and that even though things went to hell between us that in some odd way i still loved him. i'm definitely not "in love" with him but he was a part of my life and someone that despite the hurt that i felt, i still cared for. i made a promise that i would always be there for him no matter what. and i tried to keep that promise. it went badly. idk what i did or said wrong but the response was...well i'll be honest, it was a little fucked up.

anyway, i tried and now it's time to put this baby to rest. good-bye.

finally.

on January 1, 2011 my life was changed forever.

stop hatin' on my love bitches! lol

i met my partner Kevin Christopher (Kc) on January 1, 2011. yup, we have been together a whopping four months!!

i was just getting out of a really bad relationship, and the ex and i were still fighting and having a go at each other, it was pretty...well now that i can look at it from a different perspective, it was pretty fucking childish. i could go on and on about the he said/ he said shyte up there but i'm in a good place these days and i kind of feel like all that drama doesn't even matter now.

i wanted to spend my new year's eve alone but my friends had other plans. i know i write a lot about my solitude, but i really do have a small and fabulous group of "real life" chums who i enjoy hanging out with. having fun that night really lifted me out of my funk, so i decided it was time to go out on the town and shake what my mama gave me! (ok not really, but i did manage to scrape myself out of my jammies and leave the house :P)

one of my besties, Lauren, invited me to go out for drinks that night. no biggie right?...wrrrrong! i started to get a little suspicious when she said that we would be hooking up at the bar with a mutual friend and that they would be brining a friend of their's along. hrrrrm...super fishy eh?

when we got to there surprise, surprise, it was all "Brandon this is Kc, Kc this is Brandon" tee hee! and i was having none of it!

ok so yeah he was totally cock into a rock gorgeous!!!! :0 oh mah garsh! but i made it perfectly clear to everyone that i was not on the market so they could all kiss my ass LOL.

after that little tantrum, we had a blast! just being able to relax and have a good time without the pressures of being on a "fix up" was probably the best thing that could have happened. i was able to open up a little and show my smart ass dorky side instead of being all self-conscious and panicky like i normally would have. at the end of the night, we all said our good-byes and i really didn't think much more about it.

a few days later, i was at work sitting at my desk vibrating :0 some how, some way, that little stinker got my phone number and he sent me a text asking me if i would like to go grab a bite to eat. completely out of character, i said "yes". i was sitting there thinking "well Brandon, you can go home and hang out with the dog, cry your eyes out and eat ravioli from the can, or you can suck it up and go have dinner with a gorgeous man, why the hell not?" and so i went.

damn, he was charming. *blush*

so over time we started hanging out more, going to the movies, having dinner, meeting for lunch, but i still kept insisting those were not dates! we were just two guys hanging out. period.

and then i fell...

from someone whose daily life is filled with a roller coaster of emotions, i will say that it is completely undoing, to be deeply in love with someone and simultaneously dislike that person. to feel such a desire to cling while having your heart stomped on and torn to pieces, is not an experience i highly recommend :/

so i was having one of y very dark days. i cried and i cried and i cried and when i was done, i cried some more. later that afternoon, i heard a knock on my door and who should it be?

kace (my little pet name) was standing there with my favorite food in hand coming to surprise me with lunch. he was absolutely wonderful! he didn't freak out or get uncomfortable, he just held me and let me cry stroked my hair and kissed me very gently on the forehead. when i felt like i had gotten it all out, he wiped my tears away and made me dinner while i got myself together. we spent the evening just like that. having dinner, watching a movie, him caring for me, and me being gobsmackered that i could be someone that somebody could care for.

after that, we started seeing more of each other, which lead to spending more nights together. *blush* one weekend i ended up dog sitting for him while he went out of town to visit his folks and when he came home, he and Matilda never left ♥

have i already mentioned he is a wonderful man? lol he is warm and kind and loving, and more understanding than sometimes i feel i deserve. everyday since January first, i count myself lucky to have someone in my life now who smothers me with positivity :)

i always kind of figured after my first few relationships that i would end up alone. and then he came along. and he doesn't just accept my weirdness, and my issues, and all that comes with it, he actually loves and appreciates me for all of my oddities. he always tells me that if i were easy, i would be boring and that makes me smile like no one has ever made me smile before. :) it's nice to have someone who gets that the way to help you out of a funk is to give you a sense of self worth instead of walking away from you like you're some kind of maniac

H "Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now" (no, no, this isn't more sad crap about my life)

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Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now is a quirky little book by one of my favorite authors, Andre Jordan.

i have to admit, that i ,like many others, probably originally picked this book up because the title is also the title to a song by one of my favorite bands; The Smiths (wiki link). there aren't any references to the band in it beyond the title, and you definitely don't have to be a Smiths fan to enjoy this book!

once i opened it and started reading through, i was pleasantly surprised.

the book chronicles author Andre Jordan's, struggles through depression with drawings that illustrate little moments, situations, and emotions that he was dealing with at the time. i love, love, loved this book! Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now made me laugh, smile and tear up because i could seriously relate to a lot of what he was saying. most of all, I loved it because it's a perfect example of how art can be used to create a meaning for even the bleakest moments of our lives.

synopsis from the publisher: Life can be shit. Love can be shit. Whatever has happened to you, whatever will happen to you, whatever might happen to you, whatever hasn't happened to you,

well . . . you're not alone. Andre Jordan's drawings and prose are culled from a life of heartache and unrequited love. Simple, sad, clever, and darkly hilarious, they tell of both dismal places and hopeful realizations.

if you would like to find out about more about Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now or other Andre Jordan books you can go to his page on Amazon.com

G is for "Gay"

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well what in the heck did you think it was going to be for, "giraffe"?

as many gay men and women will tell you, i haven't always been comfortable with my sexuality. i've always sort of known i was different, but i struggled a lot with that because i was raised in a very abusive, catholic, extremist home by my father's parents.

i was made to suffer greatly for being "queer like my uncle Michael" who passed away before i was born.

it wasn't until many years later when i was a grown man that i learned that Michael was also tortured for his sexuality and committed suicide. but i pulled through. for a while there i didn't really consider myself anything. it was just easier that way. but over the years i have come to accept who i am and i feel, dare i say, liberated!

in this day and age of Jerry Springer, all kinds of crazy reality shows, sex tapes, and umm...Charlie Sheen, you would think that people would be SO over the "gay" thing. yet, i still find myself dealing with the "hate" and having to defend my rights as a human being. and i AM a human being. gay is not a species!

lets face it, if you want to get down to the dirty dirty it's really about what hole i choose to put my dick in. yeah, i said it!

before i met my partner, i had never even entertained the idea of marriage. i wholeheartedly supported the notion that anyone who so wanted to be ball and chained should have at it, but it wasn't for me! now that i am getting older and a bit more mature (stop laughing!) i can actually see getting married as a commitment i would like to make.

gay marriage is definitely a hot button topic. sadly, i have had to remove a few people from my life because of it. i generally try to avoid conflict, but i cannot sit quietly by while someone tells me that my wanting to settle down with one partner, have a home and a life together is "ok" as long as god forbid, we don't want to get married! because "GOD SAYS IT'S WRONG".

*sigh* fine. if you don't support gay marriage, i am a very open and intelligent person who is willing to have a civil conversation with you about it, but if you come at me wearing cotton and denim or a rayon/ polyester blend (reference to Leviticus 19:19..."do not wear clothing woven of two kinds of material") DO NOT tell me that the reason why gays should not be married is because it is in the bible!! at least be HONEST and tell me that you personally have a problem with it because you think it's strange, or weird, or you don't understand it. at least then i could respect you for that because have you seen some of the things that are written in the bible?? why is it that everything else in there is open to the evolution of modern times except this?

if you are so damn concerned about following the bible to the letter, then why are people out there having sex without being married?!?!? why isn't anybody out there VOTING on that?!?

ugh, ya'll make my as hurt.

but of course, there is the positive. i've recently become involved in supporting the "I t Gets Better" project. the IGB project, is a campaign for LGBT teens who feel, alone, outcast, bullied, and abused for simply being who they are...gay. it is a place for inspirational videos, literature, and recourses to help those who feel like they have no where else to turn.

with love, encouragement, and support it lets young LGBT know that there is a future, and yeah, it does get better! :)

a video message from Dan and Terry, creators of the It Gets Better project