Wednesday, July 16, 2003
I’m gay.
So this morning I woke up at 6:30am to go to the DMV downtown. I don’t think I have gotten up that early since I was in high school. I thought it was going to be a lot more of a pain in the ass than it was. I woke up before the alarm, which I always tend to do, but not when I have to get up an hour earlier. In any case, the DMV was mostly painless and I was able to keep my old driver’s license! WOO HOOOOO! Now I don’t have to worry about only having the temp. card for when I go to the BAHAMA MAMAS. That took a LOAD of pressure off my back.
When I was waiting to get my picture taken, I fell in love with the most beautiful specimen of a man that has ever existed. Seriously, no contest. This man wins the awards for best body, best face, best hair, best clothes, best sex appeal, and the clincher…best voice. He opened his mouth to read the eye chart and this deep and sexy voice came out of his manly throat and I literally gaped in awe of him. He and I made a ton of eye contact and I hoped with every being in my life that he was gay AND also attracted to me. And also attracted to me enough that he would approach me and ask me out to dinner.
Then he did.
He strolled right up to me, took his shirt off and picked me up in his arms. I stared into his dark and deep brown eyes as he kissed me on the forehead. I started to cry. “I’m in love with you”, he said. “I’m in love with you too”, I said. He carried me out of the DMV and down the street. People were staring at us, but I didn’t care. I had finally found the love of my life. He walked us down into the subway and stood there holding me, waiting for the train to come. “You can put me down now”, I said. “I don’t think so”, he replied. “But I’m getting kind of embarrassed, so you can put me down any time you are ready”, I said back. This man of my dreams held onto me even tighter and I finally released into him, cuddling as close as I could to his awesome chest.
I could see the lights of the train coming down the track. “Ok, put me down please so I can get onto the train”. “No, fucker.” he said. “Fucker?” I thought out loud. Did he really just call me fucker? Sumptins up. I looked into his eyes to see if it was possible. He just smiled back, holding onto me with every muscle in his arms. As the train approached, this stud kissed me on the forehead again and tossed me into the tracks. “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” I screamed.
But it was too late. The last thing I remember is the blinding glare of the headlights.
After that, there were doctors and hospitals and snores. Now I’m back at work, but a little wiser than I was when I woke up this morning.
Gosh, what a weird day it has been so far.
Tonight I am hanging out with a friend of mine from high school. Her name is Hannah and she and I have known each other since I was a freshman. That’s the longest I have known any friend. She and I don’t talk or see each other often, but every time we spend time together, I enjoy it immensely. It will be great to catch up with her and she always makes me laugh so hard. I’m looking forward to it.
Last night was our first official read through of Stupid Kids. I am falling madly in love with the cast. Everyone is smart and funny and seemingly talented. (Will get a better feel for that as the weeks progress). There is no problem making conversation either and no one is a show off or name dropper; which in acting, is a rare find.
Ian, the guy who plays my partner in the show, and I get along very well so far. Last night he and I talked quite a bit about our lives. He is easy to talk to and pretty interesting. He also exudes so much sex appeal, but is (fortunately) so not my type. I am really hoping to develop a true friendship with him through this experience. Especially since he is straighter than straight and has to make out with me for the next 3 months. It is going to be so weird to kiss a straight boy. I mean, as I have said in this journal, I have been known for kissing my fair share of “straights”, but this time, I really believe that he is. I won’t be trying to turn him gay and that’s new for me. Plus, if I start to develop ANY feelings for him at all, I have to do Kelly’s laundry.
Fuck you Ian. I ain’t doin no motha fuckas motha fuckin laundry. YEAH. yeah.
Kelly and our friend, Angie, are going to see Ani Difranco perform tonight.
That was a boring story.
Want to see where Paul and I are staying in the Bahamas?
SHO you do.
Here it is: Bahama Trip!
Fun, right?
Oh please, you don’t even KNOW me.
I’m getting my gut something to eat!
So this morning I woke up at 6:30am to go to the DMV downtown. I don’t think I have gotten up that early since I was in high school. I thought it was going to be a lot more of a pain in the ass than it was. I woke up before the alarm, which I always tend to do, but not when I have to get up an hour earlier. In any case, the DMV was mostly painless and I was able to keep my old driver’s license! WOO HOOOOO! Now I don’t have to worry about only having the temp. card for when I go to the BAHAMA MAMAS. That took a LOAD of pressure off my back.
When I was waiting to get my picture taken, I fell in love with the most beautiful specimen of a man that has ever existed. Seriously, no contest. This man wins the awards for best body, best face, best hair, best clothes, best sex appeal, and the clincher…best voice. He opened his mouth to read the eye chart and this deep and sexy voice came out of his manly throat and I literally gaped in awe of him. He and I made a ton of eye contact and I hoped with every being in my life that he was gay AND also attracted to me. And also attracted to me enough that he would approach me and ask me out to dinner.
Then he did.
He strolled right up to me, took his shirt off and picked me up in his arms. I stared into his dark and deep brown eyes as he kissed me on the forehead. I started to cry. “I’m in love with you”, he said. “I’m in love with you too”, I said. He carried me out of the DMV and down the street. People were staring at us, but I didn’t care. I had finally found the love of my life. He walked us down into the subway and stood there holding me, waiting for the train to come. “You can put me down now”, I said. “I don’t think so”, he replied. “But I’m getting kind of embarrassed, so you can put me down any time you are ready”, I said back. This man of my dreams held onto me even tighter and I finally released into him, cuddling as close as I could to his awesome chest.
I could see the lights of the train coming down the track. “Ok, put me down please so I can get onto the train”. “No, fucker.” he said. “Fucker?” I thought out loud. Did he really just call me fucker? Sumptins up. I looked into his eyes to see if it was possible. He just smiled back, holding onto me with every muscle in his arms. As the train approached, this stud kissed me on the forehead again and tossed me into the tracks. “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” I screamed.
But it was too late. The last thing I remember is the blinding glare of the headlights.
After that, there were doctors and hospitals and snores. Now I’m back at work, but a little wiser than I was when I woke up this morning.
Gosh, what a weird day it has been so far.
Tonight I am hanging out with a friend of mine from high school. Her name is Hannah and she and I have known each other since I was a freshman. That’s the longest I have known any friend. She and I don’t talk or see each other often, but every time we spend time together, I enjoy it immensely. It will be great to catch up with her and she always makes me laugh so hard. I’m looking forward to it.
Last night was our first official read through of Stupid Kids. I am falling madly in love with the cast. Everyone is smart and funny and seemingly talented. (Will get a better feel for that as the weeks progress). There is no problem making conversation either and no one is a show off or name dropper; which in acting, is a rare find.
Ian, the guy who plays my partner in the show, and I get along very well so far. Last night he and I talked quite a bit about our lives. He is easy to talk to and pretty interesting. He also exudes so much sex appeal, but is (fortunately) so not my type. I am really hoping to develop a true friendship with him through this experience. Especially since he is straighter than straight and has to make out with me for the next 3 months. It is going to be so weird to kiss a straight boy. I mean, as I have said in this journal, I have been known for kissing my fair share of “straights”, but this time, I really believe that he is. I won’t be trying to turn him gay and that’s new for me. Plus, if I start to develop ANY feelings for him at all, I have to do Kelly’s laundry.
Fuck you Ian. I ain’t doin no motha fuckas motha fuckin laundry. YEAH. yeah.
Kelly and our friend, Angie, are going to see Ani Difranco perform tonight.
That was a boring story.
Want to see where Paul and I are staying in the Bahamas?
SHO you do.
Here it is: Bahama Trip!
Fun, right?
Oh please, you don’t even KNOW me.
I’m getting my gut something to eat!
