nauseated

Though it’s passing now. I got up early today to make the train by 5:30a and as I was walking from my car to the terminal, I noticed a couple walking the same way. Then the gentleman, copied shortly by the woman, hauled up a nice load of phlegm and spat on the ground. Now I do understand that people are raised in all kinds of households and that this sounds entirely too judgemental of me, but public expectoration is never gonna win you any awards with me.

I realized today is National Coming Out Day. Does anyone even care about that anymore? I recall it being such a big deal when I was younger, like the early 90’s, but now you don’t really hear anything about it. Not that I have anyone left that I care to come out to, so I guess it doesn’t really matter. Maybe that’s the attitude that’s hit most men lately. I did a web search for NCOD and all I saw was sites selling merchandise, which of course defines the gay community to a “T”. If you don’t accept us, at the least you can exploit us, we don’t mind, we do it to ourselves! I recall seeing a profile last night on gay.com that said “I’m not into the typical gay stuff.” and in the next paragraph “I LOVE Will and Grace!” Conflicted?

Looking back over the holiday weekend, I was a little bit out of control, but I think it’s out of my system now and I’m back on track. Unfortunately being on track involves being single with no sex, but hey, what are ya gonna do? I was trying to be all witty and surprise Michael with my sudden non-lack of furniture, but he can’t come to visit until next week.

I’m feeling a need for food…