Hey ya’ll! It’s me again, Euphonious K.Z.G. (not Tavion Scott) and this is blog #2!!! I hope this post finds you all well and with a bit more light and love in your lives than my first post. I just want to take this post to talk about my gratitude on Gratefulness Day.
I noticed you give legit advice, so I guess I’m trying this thing out. I’m having a roommate situation. I guess it’s really more of a friend situation. So for the past two months I’ve been letting a close friend stay with me, and I’m kind of tire of having him around. He relocated to my city because he needed a fresh start, but he hasn’t found a job yet. Which means he’s been here rent free. I don’t think I would care so much if he weren’t eating all my food and inviting himself to come with me every time I leave the house. I have to be comfortable when I come home. Basically, how do I put my friend out of my house without losing him in my life?
Thanks for whatever advice you give,
Hi there folks,
I wanted to take some time out today to share with you all some inspiration. Over the last few years, I’ve grown to learn more and more about the difference between living and surviving. I know some of you may be reading this and preparing to write this article off as cliché or an already labored point, but hear me out. I’m certain this won’t be a waste of your time.
The whole Orlando incident has been weighing heavy on me and my relationship. While we both thankfully didn’t lose someone close to us, we can’t help but to think that could have been us. I mean we don’t live in the gay club, but we go on occasion. As a matter of fact, we were in a club around the same time all of this was going on. Knowing we could have very well been the ones shot at, has got my boyfriend spooked. Badly. We’re supposed to go out to a mutual friend’s birthday party in two weeks, and he refuses to go. He doesn’t want to take the “risk.” I told him we can’t live like hermit crabs because of this, but he won’t listen. What are your thoughts?
Won’t Live in Fear
I haven’t really talked a lot about my experiences coming out, so I thought I’d start sharing. When I finally came to accept myself for who I truly am after years of denial, depression, and self-hate, I decided that I would slowly start to tell some of those closest to me of my truth. I figured if I’m going to live my adult life the way I want to, I can’t do that by being unauthentic to those I call besties and family. One of the first ones up on my coming out tour was my college bff.
I’ve been out of the closest so to speak for about 2 years now, but I still feel like I’m hiding the real me. I mean people know I’m gay, but I feel like I have to pretend sometimes. I like to listen to Nicki and Beyoncé, love to twerk, and Bravo is a mainstay on my television. However, if I share that with people, especially in the gay community, people throw labels at me like feminine and bottom. And the truth of the matter is, I consider myself masculine and am a strict top. I guess what I’m asking here is how to deal with people misjudging me and making assumptions?
Book Judged by Cover