Before you all get sassy with me about conducting a post linking my elderly dearly departed grandmother & sex, you need to read the post fully to understand the hilarity it brought me and my friends when I would share these next few stories. Hopefully you will find the humor in it as well.
First lets start with the day Mimi inquired about my sexual prowlness. To be more direct the day she asked me if I was still a virgin. I was about 15 years old give or take a year. It spring and the weather was getting nice out and it was time to change the storm window from her front door and replace it with the screen window.
Mimi always had a special knack for saying what was on her mind, although she was also had the knack for inappropriate timing. She asked me the big question as I was taking the heavy storm window down. Due to my shock and embarrassment of interrogation, I dropped the storm window on my foot and nearly broke my big toe.
Then there was the one Thanksgiving we were over our Uncle Bobby & Aunt Marlene's. My aunt's friend came over with her new dog to show off and my aunt's dear friend Linda, (RIP, Love ya) stated, "If I knew animals were invited I would have brought my cat." To which Mimi replied, "That's OK honey, at least you brought you're pussy."
Well thank the Lord I knew the basics of giving the Heimlich maneuver, because my brother Sean, who was sitting next to me nearly passed out when his apple pie went down the wrong pipe.
Finally,it was time to get Mimi back for all the embarrassment she cause. OK well embarrassment was what the adults in our family would call it; us kid referred to it is ROTFLOAO.
One Sunday morning Netty was in her usual Joan Crawford mode cleaning the house, when she was in my brother's room making his bed properly. In Netty's rule book on "How To Make Your Bed Properly", for some reason you need to go under the bed. While she was under there she stumbled upon a videocassette with some 80's comedy written on it. So she placed it on my brother's desk. When I came upon it, I inquire what was it doing on the desk, because due to my own expertise the art of snooping, I knew what was really on the cassette (yes, a porn). My sister, Cheryl said Netty found it on Sean's floor and we were going to watch it that night after dinner with Mimi. Well I warned Cheryl of the real content on the tape and advise it wasn't a good idea. Well Cheryl though it still was. So after dinner Netty & Jack (Dad) were upstairs hanging curtains. Cheryl placed the tape in the VCR and pushed play. Well, Mimi let out a scream, "What the hell is this!" At that time our parents ran down the stairs and Netty inquired, "What's a matter, Ma." At this point Cheryl had already pushed stop on the VCR and while the porn was only on for a matter of 15 seconds Mimi proceeded to give a full detailed description of what she just saw on the screen. "Your daughter put this movie on and there was a guy butt-ass naked with his whatskey (Yiddish for penis) hanging down with his face in this girl's ponani (Mimi was married to an Italian.) Mind you at this stage in Mimi's life she had a habit of asking you the same question 3 or 4 times in a matter of 30 seconds even though you responded each time with an answer, yet when it came to watching a dirty movie she could remember what was on the screen with a photographic skill. HAHA! Gotta love Mimi!
Saturday, April 26, 2008
A Disavantage To Having A Fag Hag!
There are many advantages to having a "fag hag". Which are but not limited to, she will always cheer you up when you are down, she will always give you the opposite sex opinion on a topic, and most importantly she will always be a loyal and devoted companion as you travel along different paths in life.
However there is one major disadvantage of having a fag hag as I have experienced in the past. Make is not fiercer than you or "The Diva" as I affectionately call my hag, Amanda. Remember the fag is The Diva or Divo, depending on where you fall on the Kinsey sale of sexuality.
There was an episode in my life, where I recently dumped by a fella I was seeing. So to get me out of my pity stupor and back in the game "The Diva" invited me to tag along to a party at one of her co-worker's friends house. Well the party was held at very attractive gay man's house, who we dubbed Michael Cha Cha Cha (Michael was his first name and Cha Cha Cha was the name of the salon he ran and owned . Once I saw him I instantly forgot about what's his name and developed a crush on Michael. "The Diva" and I proceed to be our usual up beat selves, enjoyed a wild night of dancing, drinking and socializing. At the end of the night as we were leaving I got a hug and a peck on the cheek from Mr. Cha Cha Cha and proceeded to talk about him the entire ride home.
The following weekend, it was time for me to hang out with my gay male cohorts. We decided to go into the city to a gay club called Machine. While standing at the bar waiting to get a drink I noticed Mr. Cha Cha Cha from across the room and he noticed me. He instantly smile and proceeded to walk over to be and my heart was all a flutter. Then he spoke and like a bomb hitting Baghdad, my heart explode. As all Mr.s Cha Cha Cha could do was talk about "The Diva" . He didn't even refer to her by her parents' given name of Amanda. So for the next 5 minutes, I had to hear about how "'Diva' is so funny, pretty, energetic and has a real zest for life." All the while I wanted to know what he thought about me. OK, what I really wanted to do was slap the shit out of this queen and go home.
So that kids, is my valuable lesson when it comes time to appoint yourself a "fag hag". Before it's too late, make sure they are not funnier, prettier , more energetic or have zestier outlook life than yourself.
PS: Diva, if reading this taking with the grain of salt I wrote it with, because deep down I know you know that you will always no one can replace you as my one & only fag hag.
However there is one major disadvantage of having a fag hag as I have experienced in the past. Make is not fiercer than you or "The Diva" as I affectionately call my hag, Amanda. Remember the fag is The Diva or Divo, depending on where you fall on the Kinsey sale of sexuality.
There was an episode in my life, where I recently dumped by a fella I was seeing. So to get me out of my pity stupor and back in the game "The Diva" invited me to tag along to a party at one of her co-worker's friends house. Well the party was held at very attractive gay man's house, who we dubbed Michael Cha Cha Cha (Michael was his first name and Cha Cha Cha was the name of the salon he ran and owned . Once I saw him I instantly forgot about what's his name and developed a crush on Michael. "The Diva" and I proceed to be our usual up beat selves, enjoyed a wild night of dancing, drinking and socializing. At the end of the night as we were leaving I got a hug and a peck on the cheek from Mr. Cha Cha Cha and proceeded to talk about him the entire ride home.
The following weekend, it was time for me to hang out with my gay male cohorts. We decided to go into the city to a gay club called Machine. While standing at the bar waiting to get a drink I noticed Mr. Cha Cha Cha from across the room and he noticed me. He instantly smile and proceeded to walk over to be and my heart was all a flutter. Then he spoke and like a bomb hitting Baghdad, my heart explode. As all Mr.s Cha Cha Cha could do was talk about "The Diva" . He didn't even refer to her by her parents' given name of Amanda. So for the next 5 minutes, I had to hear about how "'Diva' is so funny, pretty, energetic and has a real zest for life." All the while I wanted to know what he thought about me. OK, what I really wanted to do was slap the shit out of this queen and go home.
So that kids, is my valuable lesson when it comes time to appoint yourself a "fag hag". Before it's too late, make sure they are not funnier, prettier , more energetic or have zestier outlook life than yourself.
PS: Diva, if reading this taking with the grain of salt I wrote it with, because deep down I know you know that you will always no one can replace you as my one & only fag hag.
Having Tourette's!
Another aspect about me that I feel is important to disclose to help readers understand how I became who I am, is the fact that I have Tourette's Syndrome.
When thinking of Tourette's, most people think of it being associated with uncontrollable outbursts of vulgarities. While I do not have this form of Tourette's, I have been known on occasion to lie and say that I do so I don't have to take responsibility for spewing out the "F" or "C" word now and again.
The Tourette's all began when I was around the age of two and I began swiveling my head around in a circular motion. For lack of a better way of describing the motion it is similar to what Stevie Wonder does with his head (although I do not personally know why or if he does this due to Tourette's).
While there are many difficulties in having Tourette's, the major issue I have is that 90% of the time I don't have a clue that my head is moving around. I say 90% because sometimes if I'm over emotional, whether in a positive or negative way, I can catch myself at the tail end of the cycle.
As of right now that is the only real issue I have with having Tourette's. However when I was younger it was very difficult and often traumatic, especially during grade school years, when I was constantly being teased.
But as I got older and the pubescent years arrived, I began to develop a thicker skin. Not that it made it that much easier because I was known to fight back and get into trouble for the fights. However it did get easier and I was able to laugh off the name calling and as well as retaliate in a more creative and less confrontational way, using with my own patterned wit and style, to the comments made about or at me.
There was one particular incident that sticks out to best describes how I can turn a negative name calling situation around.
Over the years the most common name or names I was called were either "Swivel Head" or "Stevie Wonder". However one particular kid in school, who's name escapes me, decided to refer to me as "Slush Puppy", since he thought the motion of my head was similar to the old Slush Puppy machines found in convenient stores. Now, my first instinct was to advise him that a person with a uni brow should not be making comments about an others abnormalities, however I digressed and took it a step further. At this point in my life I was getting tied of being called swivel head the majority of the time. So, I got up from my desk &I walked over the the teacher's desk and grabbed stack of gold stars and proceeded to thank him out loud for his wit originality and then proceeded to place one of the gold star right in the center of his uni-brow. So while this episode helped be deal with my abnormality, I was also able to help this student with his.
When thinking of Tourette's, most people think of it being associated with uncontrollable outbursts of vulgarities. While I do not have this form of Tourette's, I have been known on occasion to lie and say that I do so I don't have to take responsibility for spewing out the "F" or "C" word now and again.
The Tourette's all began when I was around the age of two and I began swiveling my head around in a circular motion. For lack of a better way of describing the motion it is similar to what Stevie Wonder does with his head (although I do not personally know why or if he does this due to Tourette's).
While there are many difficulties in having Tourette's, the major issue I have is that 90% of the time I don't have a clue that my head is moving around. I say 90% because sometimes if I'm over emotional, whether in a positive or negative way, I can catch myself at the tail end of the cycle.
As of right now that is the only real issue I have with having Tourette's. However when I was younger it was very difficult and often traumatic, especially during grade school years, when I was constantly being teased.
But as I got older and the pubescent years arrived, I began to develop a thicker skin. Not that it made it that much easier because I was known to fight back and get into trouble for the fights. However it did get easier and I was able to laugh off the name calling and as well as retaliate in a more creative and less confrontational way, using with my own patterned wit and style, to the comments made about or at me.
There was one particular incident that sticks out to best describes how I can turn a negative name calling situation around.
Over the years the most common name or names I was called were either "Swivel Head" or "Stevie Wonder". However one particular kid in school, who's name escapes me, decided to refer to me as "Slush Puppy", since he thought the motion of my head was similar to the old Slush Puppy machines found in convenient stores. Now, my first instinct was to advise him that a person with a uni brow should not be making comments about an others abnormalities, however I digressed and took it a step further. At this point in my life I was getting tied of being called swivel head the majority of the time. So, I got up from my desk &I walked over the the teacher's desk and grabbed stack of gold stars and proceeded to thank him out loud for his wit originality and then proceeded to place one of the gold star right in the center of his uni-brow. So while this episode helped be deal with my abnormality, I was also able to help this student with his.
Remembering Mimi!
First off the Mimi in the title is not an obsessive Mariah Carey reference. It is what we called my maternal grandmother because my brother could not say any of the common variations of "grandmother" and started hiting her one day yelling "Mimi, Mimi Mimi".
Before Mimi passed away on April 14th 2005 at age 90, we had a shared a very special & close relationship. I am extremely proud to say she will always and forever (even in death) be my best friend, partner in crime and confidant. My blog will be filled with stories of how she made guided me through the important formative years, but also made me laugh. Not only did I think of these memories to help pick my spirits up, but also would use them for entertainment for others. You see when meeting mew people and making a friend or friends, I would really on a Mimi story or stories to close the deal and allow some into my inner circle.
Since my last post was about movies that inspired me, I will start off with listing the movies that I have in my collection because either I saw them with Mimi or it's a movie Mimi saw without me, but a story needs to be told.
The first movie I should begin with is , The Silence of the Lambs. OK, so before I get any comments thinking "you saw that with you grandmother", no I did not see it with her. But it is important to start off with it because she saw it without me and because of it she was never allowed to go to the movies without me.
Back in 1991 when the movie came out Mimi and her other widowed girlfriends, who I affectionately refereed to as "The Cemetery Club" would get together and go out to eat and sometimes go see a movie afterwards. Being they were not too up to date on what a particular movie was about they would get to the theatre see what movie was about to begin. In this case it was The Silence of the Lambs. Throughout the movie they were horrified and appalled by what was going on screen, yet they chose to stay for the entire movie and watch til the end. After the movie, Mimi decided to go to management and complain about the horrors they have just witnessed on screen. In turn, the manger chose to give all the ladies a full refund. (Lesson learned doesn't hurt to complain if you didn't like a movie). Well the following year while we were watching the Academy Awards, Mimi got all excited when Jodie Foster won for Best Actress. I proceeded to remind Mimi she hated that movie and she replied, "I know, but the shit that poor girl had to put up with in that movie she deserved something."
The second movie on my Mimi list is Bette Midler's For The Boys. Not so much for the movie it self but for what transpired before the movie. My cousin Todd and I took Mimi to see the movie and while we were standing in line at the concession stand we repeated asked her if she wanted anything to snack on. In turn, Mimi repeatedly replied with a "No, I not hungry." Well we get into the theatre and take our seats. Since we still had about 10 minutes before the movie start, Todd decided it was a good time to take a quick run to the bathroom. He hand Mimi his full bag of popcorn to hold. He must of been gone for under 5 minutes but upon his return Mimi had eaten about half the bag. The "WTF" look on my Todd's face was priceless.
The last movie I have a fond story to share about Mimi is 2002's Chicago. This was the last movie I took Mimi to see. It has a special place in my heart because it reminds me of the transition & role reversal we can experience as we get older. At the time of the movies release, Mimi was well into her 80's and living in a nursing home due to her declining health. My Uncle Bobby, who BTW is Todd's father usually was in charge of taking Mimi on her doctor's appointments and other various errands. If he was unable to do so, the next in line was me as was the case of this one particular Saturday. After the appointment, Mimi was in good spirits and health. It was such a nice day I decided that it would be a shame to have her waste it back at the home so I offered to take her to lunch & a movie. We went to the mall and had our lunch. While walking through the mall to the theatre, Mimi naturally stopped at the same store her daughter/my mother, Annette, would stop (Don't tell Netty, they're alike). Mimi instructed me to go on ahead and get the tickets, as once again Netty usually did. Upon my return Mimi was holding a lovely red blouse she was found of. Mimi of course did not have any money on her and proceeded to ask me to buy the blouse for her. At that moment thoughts of the times & tantrums I would throw as a child in stores when I wanted her to buy me something rushed through my brain. I proceeded to buy her the blouse and we went on to see the movie and enjoyed the rest of the day.
To end the Mimi & Movies post, I want to make special mention of 2 other movies I saw with her. As they did not have a detailed story but just the fact they were personal favorites of hers and she would always call me and either remind me that they are on TV or tell me the next day that it was on the previous night. However she would always tell me in code.
The first was Rain Man, as this was Mimi's all time favorite movie. All she would have to do is call and state a number, be 3, 30 or 300., and I would know she just saw the movie and the number refereed to the times she had seen it.
Second is Pretty Woman. After seeing Julia Roberts on screen in this performance, Roberts became Mimi's favorite actress and every time Roberts was on TV of at the movie she would refer to her as Pretty Woman, never as Julia Roberts.
Before Mimi passed away on April 14th 2005 at age 90, we had a shared a very special & close relationship. I am extremely proud to say she will always and forever (even in death) be my best friend, partner in crime and confidant. My blog will be filled with stories of how she made guided me through the important formative years, but also made me laugh. Not only did I think of these memories to help pick my spirits up, but also would use them for entertainment for others. You see when meeting mew people and making a friend or friends, I would really on a Mimi story or stories to close the deal and allow some into my inner circle.
Since my last post was about movies that inspired me, I will start off with listing the movies that I have in my collection because either I saw them with Mimi or it's a movie Mimi saw without me, but a story needs to be told.
The first movie I should begin with is , The Silence of the Lambs. OK, so before I get any comments thinking "you saw that with you grandmother", no I did not see it with her. But it is important to start off with it because she saw it without me and because of it she was never allowed to go to the movies without me.
Back in 1991 when the movie came out Mimi and her other widowed girlfriends, who I affectionately refereed to as "The Cemetery Club" would get together and go out to eat and sometimes go see a movie afterwards. Being they were not too up to date on what a particular movie was about they would get to the theatre see what movie was about to begin. In this case it was The Silence of the Lambs. Throughout the movie they were horrified and appalled by what was going on screen, yet they chose to stay for the entire movie and watch til the end. After the movie, Mimi decided to go to management and complain about the horrors they have just witnessed on screen. In turn, the manger chose to give all the ladies a full refund. (Lesson learned doesn't hurt to complain if you didn't like a movie). Well the following year while we were watching the Academy Awards, Mimi got all excited when Jodie Foster won for Best Actress. I proceeded to remind Mimi she hated that movie and she replied, "I know, but the shit that poor girl had to put up with in that movie she deserved something."
The second movie on my Mimi list is Bette Midler's For The Boys. Not so much for the movie it self but for what transpired before the movie. My cousin Todd and I took Mimi to see the movie and while we were standing in line at the concession stand we repeated asked her if she wanted anything to snack on. In turn, Mimi repeatedly replied with a "No, I not hungry." Well we get into the theatre and take our seats. Since we still had about 10 minutes before the movie start, Todd decided it was a good time to take a quick run to the bathroom. He hand Mimi his full bag of popcorn to hold. He must of been gone for under 5 minutes but upon his return Mimi had eaten about half the bag. The "WTF" look on my Todd's face was priceless.
The last movie I have a fond story to share about Mimi is 2002's Chicago. This was the last movie I took Mimi to see. It has a special place in my heart because it reminds me of the transition & role reversal we can experience as we get older. At the time of the movies release, Mimi was well into her 80's and living in a nursing home due to her declining health. My Uncle Bobby, who BTW is Todd's father usually was in charge of taking Mimi on her doctor's appointments and other various errands. If he was unable to do so, the next in line was me as was the case of this one particular Saturday. After the appointment, Mimi was in good spirits and health. It was such a nice day I decided that it would be a shame to have her waste it back at the home so I offered to take her to lunch & a movie. We went to the mall and had our lunch. While walking through the mall to the theatre, Mimi naturally stopped at the same store her daughter/my mother, Annette, would stop (Don't tell Netty, they're alike). Mimi instructed me to go on ahead and get the tickets, as once again Netty usually did. Upon my return Mimi was holding a lovely red blouse she was found of. Mimi of course did not have any money on her and proceeded to ask me to buy the blouse for her. At that moment thoughts of the times & tantrums I would throw as a child in stores when I wanted her to buy me something rushed through my brain. I proceeded to buy her the blouse and we went on to see the movie and enjoyed the rest of the day.
To end the Mimi & Movies post, I want to make special mention of 2 other movies I saw with her. As they did not have a detailed story but just the fact they were personal favorites of hers and she would always call me and either remind me that they are on TV or tell me the next day that it was on the previous night. However she would always tell me in code.
The first was Rain Man, as this was Mimi's all time favorite movie. All she would have to do is call and state a number, be 3, 30 or 300., and I would know she just saw the movie and the number refereed to the times she had seen it.
Second is Pretty Woman. After seeing Julia Roberts on screen in this performance, Roberts became Mimi's favorite actress and every time Roberts was on TV of at the movie she would refer to her as Pretty Woman, never as Julia Roberts.
Events & Movies That Made Me Rethink A Career In Writing.
Well, Now that we are fast approaching the end of the of the first decade of the new millennium, it seems everyone and their grandmother has a blog, website & on Youtube. Some of these site are a diving board for a career. So I'm jumping on board to see if I can land in the pool.
Also recently in my downtime I saw 3 movies that made me think why I can and should start writing again. I will list them and give a brief summary as to what the inspiration was:
1. Into the Wild:
I really connected to the plot. Here was a young man who went through life and did what was expected and told to do. After he graduated college, he decided to detour and not take the next logical step. He threw away all personal belonging and connection to his affluent life and hitchhike across the country to Alaska. It just seemed to correlate with what I was going through at the time as I mentioned in my previous post.
2. Forgetting Sarah Marshall:
OK, yeah I know it's a comedy for the school of Judd Apatow. And es my main reason for seeing it at first was for "The Scene" of star Jason Segal being dumped by his girlfriend while buck naked (so now you know I like guys that look like guys and not twinks or muscle jocks). Then when I was read review and article about the movie and how Segal told this was a true story and how he could not wait for the girlfriend to leave so he could write the experience down due to the humor of the situation. I thought to myself, "Damn Kev, How many times have you had a negative experience and took yourself out to the situation and thought what a riot it would be if it was happening to someone else."
3. Juno:
While I liked the movie, I did not love it like most people did. Plus, I want to see what else Ellen Page can do, because it seems from her public appearance she is not much unlike the character. Sorta like Liza in Cabaret. But the inspiration came knowing the screenwriter Diablo Cody, who know has an Oscar on her mantle, used to be employed as a exotic dancer. Again, i thought to myself. "Shit, you can do this too."
Also recently in my downtime I saw 3 movies that made me think why I can and should start writing again. I will list them and give a brief summary as to what the inspiration was:
1. Into the Wild:
I really connected to the plot. Here was a young man who went through life and did what was expected and told to do. After he graduated college, he decided to detour and not take the next logical step. He threw away all personal belonging and connection to his affluent life and hitchhike across the country to Alaska. It just seemed to correlate with what I was going through at the time as I mentioned in my previous post.
2. Forgetting Sarah Marshall:
OK, yeah I know it's a comedy for the school of Judd Apatow. And es my main reason for seeing it at first was for "The Scene" of star Jason Segal being dumped by his girlfriend while buck naked (so now you know I like guys that look like guys and not twinks or muscle jocks). Then when I was read review and article about the movie and how Segal told this was a true story and how he could not wait for the girlfriend to leave so he could write the experience down due to the humor of the situation. I thought to myself, "Damn Kev, How many times have you had a negative experience and took yourself out to the situation and thought what a riot it would be if it was happening to someone else."
3. Juno:
While I liked the movie, I did not love it like most people did. Plus, I want to see what else Ellen Page can do, because it seems from her public appearance she is not much unlike the character. Sorta like Liza in Cabaret. But the inspiration came knowing the screenwriter Diablo Cody, who know has an Oscar on her mantle, used to be employed as a exotic dancer. Again, i thought to myself. "Shit, you can do this too."
I'm Back, I'm here to Stay, Dammit!
OK! So I attempted to create a blog about 10 years ago, but never really had the time to dedicate to it. But now here I am again 10 years older & 10 years wiser. And as Yvonne DeCarlo (Lily Munster) sang in the ORIGINAL version, "I'm Still Here!" I know she sang the song in the original B-Way production but my mind is blank on the name of the show. I think it was Company? Can a theatre queen refresh my memory?
You see as of right now, I should be posting thoughts every day as I am currently unemployed. However, while I'm leisurely collecting the unemployment checks and looking for a job I can be passion it about, I am also using this blog to devote to my true loves & talents; Writing and of course shooting my mouth off.
Also I hope someone or someones will read my blog and find the inspiration and will to go on an concur life's little obstacles.
I should give you a little background on me so you know the obstacles I have endured yet managed to move on with the continuing energy and wit I known for amongst my friends & family.
I am a single HIV+ gay man who in about 6 months will be hitting my 35th birthday. Whoever is reading this remember though tell people I'm 29. Oh wait, my blog will hopefully be read by a lot of gay males and I'm already asking them to keep a secret. Because we all know the 3 fastest ways to get a secret out is, "Tel-A-Phone, Tel-A-gram or Tell-A-Queen."
But enough about age and status. Although they are minor setbacks and obstacles, I just recently had a major one.
For the past 10 years, give or take, I've been having minor seizures. Some times I would have a few in a month. in a week or even several during to course of a day. These seizures would start out with my mind wandering off and then I would begin to sweat and then the right side of my body would lose all motor control. These seizures for the most part would only last 30 seconds or so & I brushed them off as pnic attacks. However a little over a month ago, The sensations began to escalate and the last one I had was when I was driving my car causing a major accident. I blacked out and ended up in Mass. General Hospital for a week.
So now I am on seizure medication and by law my licence was revoked. However the law also states if I stay on the meds and not have a seizure in a 6 month time frame, I will automatically get my licence renewed. And so far so good the meds are working and no seizures.
So now after wasting my 20's on coasting through this thing we call life, I am now in my mid 30's and at the crossroads. It's time to step up to the plate and do what I want to do with this life I've been handed. And I chose to open my world up to whoever wants to read and learn from my experiences and thoughts. "Will this lead to helping others?" or "Will this lead to me getting a career started that involved some sort of writing?" Who the hell knows, but what it will do right now is get my thoughts out of my head and documented and allow me to move forward with my life.
So here we begin a new and hopefully lasting chapter in the Life of Kevin B.
You see as of right now, I should be posting thoughts every day as I am currently unemployed. However, while I'm leisurely collecting the unemployment checks and looking for a job I can be passion it about, I am also using this blog to devote to my true loves & talents; Writing and of course shooting my mouth off.
Also I hope someone or someones will read my blog and find the inspiration and will to go on an concur life's little obstacles.
I should give you a little background on me so you know the obstacles I have endured yet managed to move on with the continuing energy and wit I known for amongst my friends & family.
I am a single HIV+ gay man who in about 6 months will be hitting my 35th birthday. Whoever is reading this remember though tell people I'm 29. Oh wait, my blog will hopefully be read by a lot of gay males and I'm already asking them to keep a secret. Because we all know the 3 fastest ways to get a secret out is, "Tel-A-Phone, Tel-A-gram or Tell-A-Queen."
But enough about age and status. Although they are minor setbacks and obstacles, I just recently had a major one.
For the past 10 years, give or take, I've been having minor seizures. Some times I would have a few in a month. in a week or even several during to course of a day. These seizures would start out with my mind wandering off and then I would begin to sweat and then the right side of my body would lose all motor control. These seizures for the most part would only last 30 seconds or so & I brushed them off as pnic attacks. However a little over a month ago, The sensations began to escalate and the last one I had was when I was driving my car causing a major accident. I blacked out and ended up in Mass. General Hospital for a week.
So now I am on seizure medication and by law my licence was revoked. However the law also states if I stay on the meds and not have a seizure in a 6 month time frame, I will automatically get my licence renewed. And so far so good the meds are working and no seizures.
So now after wasting my 20's on coasting through this thing we call life, I am now in my mid 30's and at the crossroads. It's time to step up to the plate and do what I want to do with this life I've been handed. And I chose to open my world up to whoever wants to read and learn from my experiences and thoughts. "Will this lead to helping others?" or "Will this lead to me getting a career started that involved some sort of writing?" Who the hell knows, but what it will do right now is get my thoughts out of my head and documented and allow me to move forward with my life.
So here we begin a new and hopefully lasting chapter in the Life of Kevin B.
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