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Shitty weekend. Sick and sleeping most of the time. Miss Greg's (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
plaidninja) screening of his film "Fluff" today. I think it's really important that I support him. The boy's got talent and brains, just no security. Reminds me of myself.. and most of my friends. I think one thing we have in common is a desire to pro-long our adolesence through art and music. Rock star fantasies and all.
Shoutcast was fun, random people started to AIM me. One dude even sent me nekkid pics because he liked the Hacker & Miss Kitten tracks I played.
I came to the conclusion today that if the fate of the human race were up to my own volition we'd definitely not have two things:
Off to class tomorrow. Coughing and wheezing like an old man the whole way, I'm sure. Mom got me a 6-month membership to the YMCA starting January for xmas. She felt a need to tell me this ahead of time to be sure I wanted it. I certainly do as I'm becomming really fuckin' sedentary.
In shallower news I shaved off my beard today down to a goatee and sideburns. Part of two things: most importantly I want to look somewhat responsible and trust worthy. In a perfect world bearded men would be regarded as such, but that's not really the case. Secondly I'm trying to be more my age. Not because of some convoluted belief that I have to be but because it makes life a lot easier than to be the 20-year-old man-boy who mingles only with people 25+ for some reason. I'm not self-absorbed enough to think that I'm a totally unique snowflake. I guess I'm searching for "my people"?
I'm not trying to be an iconoclast here but I find personally I straddle a lot of identities. I really haven't settled into any particular one because.. frankly, in the short history of me I've only been Out (with a capital 'O') for just over two years now. I've determined that indeed hairy bearded men turn me on, but bear drag is sorta ridiculous to wear when I'm not trying to get laid. I explored that identity but I don't think it could ever be primarily me. Getting caught up in a sub-culture surrounding sexuality as raison d'être is something that's been ruled out for a while now. Still a part but not a primary one by any magical stretch of the imagination.
I also still have one finger in the D3516N3R pool. And another part of me is what I like to call "reformed geek". That is somebody who's read The Social Life of Information.. well maybe a bit more than that. So really I guess what I'm trying to do is create an outward amalgamate of the various things that I am. Not because I'm not particularly confident of it but because it communicate to others who I am. For instance a covetted piece of clothing designed by The Designers Republic will, to the right people, say a lot of things about me. Essentially it's just communication. Not pretentious fashion and political posturing. At least not outwardly.
There's your core dump, time to get some sleep. Tomorrow is Monday.
plaidninja) screening of his film "Fluff" today. I think it's really important that I support him. The boy's got talent and brains, just no security. Reminds me of myself.. and most of my friends. I think one thing we have in common is a desire to pro-long our adolesence through art and music. Rock star fantasies and all.Shoutcast was fun, random people started to AIM me. One dude even sent me nekkid pics because he liked the Hacker & Miss Kitten tracks I played.
I came to the conclusion today that if the fate of the human race were up to my own volition we'd definitely not have two things:
- The Space program
- Web-cam jerk off directories like ICUii and ISPQ
Off to class tomorrow. Coughing and wheezing like an old man the whole way, I'm sure. Mom got me a 6-month membership to the YMCA starting January for xmas. She felt a need to tell me this ahead of time to be sure I wanted it. I certainly do as I'm becomming really fuckin' sedentary.
In shallower news I shaved off my beard today down to a goatee and sideburns. Part of two things: most importantly I want to look somewhat responsible and trust worthy. In a perfect world bearded men would be regarded as such, but that's not really the case. Secondly I'm trying to be more my age. Not because of some convoluted belief that I have to be but because it makes life a lot easier than to be the 20-year-old man-boy who mingles only with people 25+ for some reason. I'm not self-absorbed enough to think that I'm a totally unique snowflake. I guess I'm searching for "my people"?
I'm not trying to be an iconoclast here but I find personally I straddle a lot of identities. I really haven't settled into any particular one because.. frankly, in the short history of me I've only been Out (with a capital 'O') for just over two years now. I've determined that indeed hairy bearded men turn me on, but bear drag is sorta ridiculous to wear when I'm not trying to get laid. I explored that identity but I don't think it could ever be primarily me. Getting caught up in a sub-culture surrounding sexuality as raison d'être is something that's been ruled out for a while now. Still a part but not a primary one by any magical stretch of the imagination.
I also still have one finger in the D3516N3R pool. And another part of me is what I like to call "reformed geek". That is somebody who's read The Social Life of Information.. well maybe a bit more than that. So really I guess what I'm trying to do is create an outward amalgamate of the various things that I am. Not because I'm not particularly confident of it but because it communicate to others who I am. For instance a covetted piece of clothing designed by The Designers Republic will, to the right people, say a lot of things about me. Essentially it's just communication. Not pretentious fashion and political posturing. At least not outwardly.
There's your core dump, time to get some sleep. Tomorrow is Monday.
