Gettin on my soapbox

So with all this talk about Michael Vick coming back to play for the NFL and the many varied reactions I felt I needed to say my piece too. Because after all, when do I ever not have an opinion about something.

I feel that we should hold professional athletes and celebrities to a different standard. They have chosen professions that place them in the public eye and therefore have a certain responsibility to the public that idolizes them (especially children). I am not saying that because you are a celebrity that you have to be a perfect angel that never makes mistakes. However, when mistakes are made you should take responsibility for them and make amends. If you are making millions a year there is absolutely no reason to get a DUI. You have more then enough money to call a cab to get yourself home. And this bullshit of serving less then a day in jail is ridiculous. This is not how "real" people are punished for the very same offenses. All this does is tell our children that even when you break the law and put other people's lives at risk it's no big deal because you'll just have to sit in "time-out" and make a public service announcement.

Professional athletes and celebrities are being paid millions of dollars to "play" at their job. I am not saying there isn't stress and hard work associated with it. At the end of the day though, they are lucky to be able to do what they love and get paid for it. I think if you are a professional athlete that commits a violent offense against human or animal you should lose your job permanently. There is no excusing this behavior. Would we allow someone that beats his wife or murders innocent animals for sport teach our children? Would you let a drug-addicted drunk babysit your child? Hell no. So why should we allow these same types of people to be role models for our children? Why should they continue to be able to "play" a game for more money then most of us will see in a lifetime?

Winston Churchill said, "The price of greatness is responsibility."

The Dalai Lama teaches, "Today, more than ever before, life must be characterized by a sense of Universal responsibility, not only nation to nation and human to human, but also human to other forms of life."

Hell, even Spiderman said, "...with great power comes great responsibility."

Is it really asking too much for these athletes, celebrities, and the society that idolizes them to hold themselves accountable for their negative actions? We as a society need to step up and say no more. We need to stop feeding into the madness. If we stop letting them get away with it, things will change. You may feel as if your small stand won't make a difference in the big picture, but it does. One less ticket purchased, one less jersey worn, one less game watched on television, it all adds up as those one become many. Maybe then the point will be made.

Oops!

So here we are, my guy and I, together only 6 months and expecting a baby. OOPS!

Ironically, our little one is due almost exactly a year to the day we met on POF.

I am excited, nervous, anxious, overwhelmed, happy, and curious all at the same time. I am about to start this massive journey without a clue as to what I'm doing. I feel like I have so much to do and so little time to figure it all out.

If you'd like to keep up with the pregnancy news, send me an email and I'll send you the link for our baby blog.

More updates on life in general soon...

Things I would tell you if we were still friends

I met this really great guy and I am finally getting everything I wanted and more. He makes me smile every day, even when he's being a pain in my ass.

Not only did the 32 year-old virgin finally have sex, she is getting married this fall!

I totally wanted to get you that shirtless Mormon calendar for your birthday. I know how you always talked about corrupting one.

M took a plea deal and plead guilty to Contributing to the Delinquency of a Minor. No having to register as a sex offender and he will just have a couple years of probation. He says he is moving back to FL as soon as he is eligible to have his probation transferred. His latest thing is being "sick" and having to adhere to all these "horrible" rules of probation.

I hope you are healthy and back in tip-top shape.


I do miss talking to you sometimes. I wish things would have gone differently between us. So much has happened and is happening in my life that I have wanted to share with you. I will find myself starting to call you and then remembering that you don't want to hear from me.


I know you are reading here. At first that bothered me because I thought that if you didn't want to be my friend, why would you care what I was doing. Now it just seems normal. Maybe one day you'll reach out, maybe one day I will.


I never intended to not speak to each other again. I just needed a break. Your actions made me feel like I was wrong about everything. I could do nothing right for you. For some reason we had stopped communicating with each other and started talking at each other. It just wasn't healthy for either one of us. I knew that you had support with new friends and would be OK if I stepped back and let you move forward.

I hope that life is treating you well and you are happy.

Big City Livin'

When you live in a large city you never really know what you'll encounter. It's one of the reasons that I love living in the city (although technically I live in a suburb).

I was driving to lunch today and passed a horse drawn covered wagon pulling another covered wagon behind it. This was pretty odd to see on a busy boulevard in the middle of the day. It reminded me of the time I was smack in the middle of the barrio and saw a cowboy riding a horse with his dog in his lap trotting down the sidewalk while cars sped by.

Then at the little deli I stopped at to pick up lunch I met this fabulous drag queen. He had the cutest wallet and we shared some fashion tips while waiting for our sandwiches.

After that I went home to my guys. In front of my house was a big rig with suicide doors, my 1955 Ford Fairlane, parked halfway in the garage was my pooh bear's 1966 F-100 we've affectionately nicknamed "Mater", and inside of the garage sits my guy's 1964 F-100 in various stages of rebuild. This in addition to the 79 Camero, 58 Chevy truck, and 2005 F-250 in the backyard.

If you had told me six months ago that I would have a day like this I would have said you were crazy. Now, I can't imagine life any different.

Back To My Roots

When I began writing here I was at the beginning of what was supposed to be an exploration of sexuality, sensuality, and self-discovery. Somehow during that time I found myself in a relationship where my only intent in pursuing it was to be able to explore those desires. Instead, I found myself in a relationship that was all talk and no action. Since that time I hadn't found that person that I wanted to explore with, until now.

D and I have been dating since January and living together for the last few months. He is relentless in trying to get me to communicate my feelings. He will not give something up until he gets an answer. At the moment I find this to be not only frustrating, but irritating at the same time. Once I speak my mind though I feel better for having done so as it just brings us that much closer. I recently had a revelation about why it's so hard for me to talk about how I feel and what I want: it's because for my entire life, no one has listened to me. I could tell my family how I felt until I was blue in the face and no one took me seriously or made any changes. So eventually I just gave up expressing myself. Other then the anonymity of this blog, there have been very few people in my life that I felt like I could talk to and be not only listened to, but understood. By D forcing me to go outside the lines I've drawn around myself he is opening me up to new experiences. I feel like I've finally found that person that I can explore life with.

So because of that it's time to get back to my roots with this blog. It's time to start talking about life, love, sex and everything in between. It's time to open my mind and experience whatever it is life has to offer. It's time to just enjoy the ride...