Not everyone is coming to the future
Not everyone is learning from the past
Not everyone can come into the future
Not everyone that's here is gonna last
Not everyone is coming to the future
Not everyone is coming from the past
Not everyone can come into the future
Not everyone that's here is gonna last
I am tired of this. I am beyond over this. And I am sure almost every person with a brain feels the same way. For me I’m not sure what upsets me more, the virus itself or how irresponsible people are being because of it. I’m not sure what upsets me more, the virus or Donald Trump and his supporters....
People are actually protesting. They are protesting. I am giving up on this country. Healthcare workers risk their lives enough being exposed to this every single day. And now they are risking their lives even more by having to stand up against these protestors. I am sorry but if you think this is okay I want nothing to do with you. I have no shame in saying that. If you are reading this and feel the economy is more important than this situation and your selfish material life matters more than this situation, honestly fuck you and cut me out of your life.
We are going through hell at work. It’s a war zone. We are seeing sick patients all day every day and body after body. We have to see this, try not to cry constantly and also fear for our health on top of it. But people that don’t experience it themselves or that haven’t gotten sick or have a loved one who got sick are so disgustingly selfish to understand this.
How come we don’t hear about people protesting and taking the streets in other countries? Are they doing this in Italy? I am so fucking over this country and the stupidity and I am sorry but with all I’ve been going through I am beyond ashamed and disgusted to be associated with anyone who has this embarrassing moronic mindset that makes us all look like fools in this country. Why should us people with brains all suffer because of you idiots? I can’t take it anymore.
I have gone back to work after being sick, and everything I see with my own eyes is heartbreaking. You have to really have thick skin to be able to work in the health field. I’ve always had thick skin but obviously I do have a soul and my heart is not made of stone. So I am allowed to say how tough this all is.
I am angry. I am infuriated. My anxiety levels are higher than ever if it’s possible and I have gone through a whole lot in life. I have gone through a whole lot the past two years. I sit here constantly wondering when am I going to finally catch a break? I am trying to not breakdown or lose myself but it’s hard with everything I’ve already been through and now I have to fear for my safety and my health every single day.
I give Cuomo credit because he has been doing a phenomenal job, better than our loser president. He begs and pleads with this man to give us the resources that we need, it should not have to be that way. I don’t understand how people don’t realize it or actually think it’s okay.
We still have lack of testing. We now have this antibody test which I was able to get. At least it’s something but it came out negative for me. The doctor explained to me that this doesn’t mean I didn’t have the virus. It could mean several different things. It could mean I didn’t have the antibodies to fight off the virus if I had it. It could mean I got the blood test too soon. Or it could mean that I never had the virus.
The most accurate test would’ve been the actual Covid test and I should have gotten it when I was sick, but I’ll never know for sure. Fuck you Donald Trump, I am not even going to say what I wish would happen to him for the world to see. But trust me, I feel it in my gut. I’ve never hated someone so much in my life. But I am more disgusted by the fact that people support him. And each time someone in my life supports him, this is why it becomes personal.
I am trying really hard to get it together. I went through a painful breakup, I went through friendships ending with people who should’ve been life long friends, and betrayals when I was at my lowest. I survived the worst depression of my life. And as I was finally healing and getting through it then this had to happen. Another test, another thing to challenge my strength and my mental health.
Before all this, the only thing that was going well for me was my job. I worked my way to a great position and I was so happy for the most part. Now my job is the most nerve wracking, physically exhausting, and mentally draining thing I am dealing with. It doesn’t help that some of the people I’ve cut out of my life work there too and now I have to face them on top of everything else I am dealing with over there. It’s hell on earth for me. Literal hell between the people I have to see, the deaths, the illness, the exhaustion, and the fear of getting sick every single day.
I am either experiencing exposure so close that it scares me constantly that I will end up the next patient whose on a ventilator for weeks before my body is put in a freezer truck. Or I am trying to not cry in a corner. Or I feel like I am going to faint from wearing two masks and carrying and lifting heavy boxes and carts filled with supplies throughout the hospital.
Madonna has a song on her Madame X album called Batuka. Batuka is a song going against oppression and having hope for better days. In the music video it explains where Batuka came from: “Batuque is a style of music created by women that originated in Cape Verde, some say the birth place of slave trade. The drums were condemned by the church and taken away from the slaves because it was considered an act of rebellion. The women continued their singing and dancing and the Batuque lives on today”.
We are not slaves at work. Our situation should never ever be compared to slavery. But I felt the power and meaning of the lyrics and chants in the song. We are like soldiers fighting this battle. This virus feels like it’s oppressing everyone. And obviously it is. We all have lost so many freedoms we have had and it’s causing so much pain. In a way I can understand why people are losing their minds and protesting. When your freedoms are taken away from you it can drive you crazy. It should definitely open peoples minds to what black people have been through in American history from slavery to today.
I literally envision my team and I singing and chanting the lyrics to Batuka throughout the day each time we are doing something grueling and exhausting. Each time we are putting our lives at risk and trying to get through it. I sing the song in my head over and over again and it actually gets me through the day.
Lord have Mercy (Lord have Mercy)
Things have got to change (things have got to change)
There's a storm ahead (there's a storm ahead)
I hear the wind blowing (I hear the wind blowing)
Let me catch my breath (let me catch my breath)
Will we win this race? (Will we win this race?)
Swear the road is long (swear the road is long)
And the highway listens (and the highway listens)
'Cause it's a long way ('cause it's a long way)
It's a long way (it's a long way)
'Cause it's a long day ('cause it's a long day)
It's a long day (it's a long day)
I was up all night
I said a little prayer
Get that old man
Put him in a jail
Where he can't stop us (where he can't stop us)
Where he can't hurt us (where he can't hurt us)
We will stand tall (we will stand tall)
Underneath this tree (underneath this tree)
'Cause it's a
'Cause it's a long way ('cause it's a long way)
It's a long way (it's a long way)
'Cause it's a long day ('cause it's a long day)
It's a long day
But when we can stop it all (but when we can stop it all)
In the right way (in the right way)
Will we stand together? (Will we stand together?)
It's a new day (it's a new day)
So don't judge a human (so don't judge a human)
'Til you're in their shoes ('til you're in their shoes)
If you have a dream (if you have a dream)
Then you can't stop us (then you can't stop us)
Sing, "Hallelujah" (sing, "Hallelujah")
Say, "Amen" (say, "Amen")
Sing, "Hallelujah" (sing, "Hallelujah")
And say, "Amen" (and say, "Amen")
The part where she talks about the “old man” and says “put him in the jail” I am picturing Donald Trump.
I never signed up to be a soldier. It is not who I am. But a good friend of mine told me she’s always seen me as a soldier in a way. Because I’ve always been the person people would flock to for advice or for venting. I always put my problems to the side and put everyone else’s above mine. That sure did end up slapping me in the face so I don’t do that so much anymore. But here I am now, constantly putting my safety to the side as long as my coworkers who are older or have health conditions can stay safe. As long as patients can get better.
I don’t want a medal or an award for this. I am admitting that although I am this type of person, this is not what I signed up for. And each night I lose sleep, and keep waking up in a panic throughout the night, and then have to battle my anxiety throughout the day to stay strong and make it through the day. I do this because I care about my coworkers, I care about my job, and I care about fighting to make this better in anyway that I possibly can. I will need a vacation after this.
A big shout out to the women and older women I work with breaking their backs right now. They are working so incredibly hard through all their pain and exhaustion. If anyone deserves a medal it’s them. If anyone should be considered super heroes it’s absolutely them.
I shaved my head. I can’t believe I did it myself, and at first it was very blotchy. I fixed it and it doesn’t look too bad. My hair was a mess and making me sweat and suffocate even more than I already do at work and I couldn’t take it anymore. So I shaved my head, now I look like a soldier for real.
What’s crazy is as I put this story out there and my experience, someone will read it and think I am making this up. I’ve been pleading on dating sites for guys to stop meeting and hooking up. It’s truly disturbing how many guys profiles still say they are looking for sex or the amount of guys who have hit me up looking to hook up. I was really coming for the gay community over this but a lot of my girlfriends have told me they have been experiencing the same things. One guy called me a “manipulator” and that I am a liar, and coronavirus is not real. He said it’s the 5G network killing people. Sure....That totally wasn’t a knife in the back along with the amount of other knives that are in it due to this pandemic. Thank you sir.
One guy messaged me asking if we would be safe if we had masks on while fucking. And another yelled at me and said he was already tested and it came out negative so he can do whatever he wants. I wonder if they think wearing a mask would prevent HIV if they have raw sex? I wonder if they think if they get tested negative for HIV they can fuck whoever they want raw....
Another guy whose in an open relationship hit me up looking for sex. I went off on him and told him how selfish he is and irresponsible for looking for sex right now when he is in a relationship. His response: “fuck that”....
Then some guy came at me and told me this isn’t real. I am more likely to get the virus because of my weight and how fat I am and sent me a fake news article demanding I read it. People are so selfish that they will go above and beyond to embarrass themselves with this situation because they can’t keep their dicks in their pants. They are degrading and going off on a healthcare worker because they want the right to hookup with strangers and have sex. I hate humans and I am hating American humans more and more each fucking day.
Listen, I’ve been social distancing long before this pandemic, and maybe that’s why it’s so easy for me to follow the rules. Over the past few years I’ve cut so many people out of my life and have been spending time with mostly myself. But if people can’t follow the rules because they don’t want to believe this is real, or they will lose their minds being stuck at home, or no matter what the reason is, it’s truly selfish. I get that it’s not easy, but staying home is the most important thing humans can do right now, and clearly it’s asking for too much.
I have friends I see hanging out in groups and posting it in their Instagram stories. To me that’s a slap in the face with everything I am going through. People refuse to understand that the most vicious thing about the virus that makes it so hard to comprehend is that one person can have it and not have a single symptom. That person can pass it along to someone else who thinks it’s just a cold or flu like and then that person will pass it to someone who will end up in the hospital and possibly die.
This virus is so vicious with the spreading because so many have it and don’t even know it. It affects everyone differently no matter what their age is. So it’s selfish to not understand this. And this goes to the folks protesting or in a rush to reopen the economy. I mean what do they think is gonna happen when more people get sick and the numbers go back up? It’ll only prolong the economy being fucked and will only lead us to a great depression. Why does the economy matter more than human life? They don’t even realize their putting their own lives at risk. This is Darwinism happening before our very eyes folks. Again I’ve had it, and I will most likely social distance for the rest of my life. I don’t even want to date anyone after this at this point.
Madonna has another song on Madame X called “future”. I chose to use the lyrics to open up this post with. Read top of post to refer to them. She also sings:
You ain't woke
Come here woke and hear the broken
Come give hope, come give life
Only get one, so we gotta live it right (gotta live it right)
Come make peace, oh
Come with faith and inspiration
Come complete you
Advice, positive vibes (positive vibes)
Open your mind (open your mind)
Open your eyes (open your eyes)
In order to get through this we need unity. Kind of like we had during 9/11 except we didn’t have an evil dictator dividing all of us back then. Although we still had a moron running the country but I would take him back in a heartbeat over this fucker. But we need to learn from the past in order to make it into the future. I mean there were other pandemics in history, it is beyond shameful people are trying to rewrite history over and over again with their stupidity. Again this is Darwinism though, so if people want to make it to the future they better learn from it. And if people don’t like what I have to say:
We can light up the dark, everyone has a spark
Don't tell me to stop 'cause you said so (oh, yeah)
Your future is bright (bright), just don't turn off the light (lights)
Tell the sun not to shine (bright) 'cause you said so
One thing I think needs to get fixed is NYC. While I think Cuomo is doing a great job there are so many issues that are contributing to prolonging this only getting worse and putting all of us who have to work at even more risk, and I’m also at my wits end with all of those issues.
When I first went back to work I was taking the subway trains. They were horrible. Homeless people have taken over the seats, spread out laying on them. Commuters are then forced to huddle and be on top of each other. On top of it, since any and everyone can take the trains, MTA workers started to get sick causing delays on the trains. The trains kept skipping my stop whether going home or to work, and what should be a half an hour commute ended up being over an hour making me late to work every day.
I decided to switch to the express bus which is $62 a week. I can’t afford that but it feels safer than the trains. It also makes my commute a headache because it doesn’t leave me close to work. I have to either walk far or take other buses in between to get to where I am going. It is so frustrating and causes even more anxiety. It’s like I have to go through hell to get to hell on earth. I have tweeted, complained, and called 3-1-1 about the subway situation but nothing has progressed. It seems most of my coworkers have been going through the same thing. I will not be able to take this bus for much longer because it is expensive so I’ll have to go back to the trains soon.
I don’t understand how in New Jersey you get a special essential worker ID to use public transportation but NYC won’t do the same. The spreading is worse here than anywhere else in the world and this simple fixture can reduce the illness and deaths by so much. But no matter the pleas we are ignored. I am disgusted.
On top of that, I had an issue in my building where I had little to no water pressure for days. Obviously that’s really bad for someone in my situation who is so exposed and needs to rip my clothes off when I get in the door and run to the shower.
It started with my building giving me an excuse and telling me it would be fixed right away. When it wasn’t and I waited a few hours it was late and I had to call security. Obviously I went off since I was fearing for my safety and I am still appalled by my experience with those security guards, which I have recorded. I was yelled at, hung up on, and lied to by them. Despite my pleas and me telling them I’m a healthcare worker. They were beyond disrespectful and rude and should lose their jobs with how they spoke to me.
When this went on for days I was so embarrassed but was losing hope so I reached out to social media friends to help me by giving out my buildings email and phone number. I live in Parkchester housing in the Bronx and I am definitely calling them out for this...
I am so thankful to the friends and family who pulled it together for me and rallied behind me fighting to get my water back and running, because literally through all my complaints and calls every day I kept getting lied to. 3-1-1 was useless and I called them twice. I even put a letter by the elevator on my floor asking everyone to please call and complain about the water pressure for their safety and mine since I’m a healthcare worker exposed to covid every single day.
Once everyone rallied behind me and called and emailed, it got fixed. This is an issue that’s been reoccurring since I live here for six years and I have had it. This cannot happen now with this crisis. The level of disrespect I was given on top of it is so disgusting. And I tried reaching out to the security guards supervisor to complain several times and left a voice mail but never got a call back. So they got away with it.
I need to thank those that helped me with this situation and also those who helped me with the subway situations. Tweets sent out from friends and family making phone calls to 3-1-1 to try and get it fixed. I will forever appreciate the help from everyone. Unfortunately the subway situation has not changed and I’ve been forced to just accept it.
This is not how New Yorkers should be treated especially essential workers going through hell. We are going through enough hell. I know if anyone needs to go outside we are going to be exposed regardless but the conditions can and should be better. And it shouldn’t take days for a building to fix water pressure and to treat their tenants in the way I was treated on top of it, especially a healthcare worker whose on the front of the lines with this thing....
I’ve struggled with finding patience with situations my entire life. And it’s been tested over and over again. I am not sure why. Maybe because I’ve always been a compulsive complainer. Even about little things I should have never really complained about. It is my biggest flaw. Maybe this is karma. But at this point I get it. I feel selfish complaining about this whole situation because although I am going through hell at work I am not a nurse or doctor and they have to sit back and watch people slowly die all day every day. They are killing themselves battling this and I only see it from behind the scenes.
I am just tired. I’m tired of Trump, I’m tired of these moronic governors reopening states or pushing to, I’m tired of these people who are protesting, I am tired of what life has turned into. I am tired from all the things I have been through back to back over the past few years.
One thing I am proud of myself for is that I am still breathing. There were many times I came close to taking my own life through all the hardships and I didn’t. And I’ll never feel like I’ll want to kill myself ever again. Trust me, because right now I’m taking every possible measure there is in order to survive and be alive throughout this scary thing.
From taking vitamins, washing my hands constantly to the point they have burns on them, wearing masks, and social distancing. A whole routine when I get home of taking a long hot shower and cleaning and wiping all of my things and my apartment down. From counters to handles and knobs. It’s exhausting every day after a long day at work. Survival has become the motive above all else. I hope it’s the same for everyone else.
Be safe everyone, share your stories and get it off your chest if you’re having a difficult time right now. Mental health is important and holding things in will make this situation harder than it needs to be. Stay strong, be safe, stay home, and vote for Biden in 2020 please. Thanks.
Songs to go with post:
Future-Madonna Ft. Quavo Madame X Tour version:
Another mother's breaking heart is taking over
When the violence causes silence we must be mistaken
It's the same old theme since nineteen-sixteen
In your head, in your head, they're still fighting...
With their tanks, and their bombs
And their bombs, and their guns
In your head, in your head, they are dying
When I was going to take time to write my next post I never expected it was going to go in this direction. Or that all these things that have happened would end up occurring during the month of March. Not in a 100,000 years. I never expected this. I don’t think any of us did....
I don’t know what to say. I’m at a loss for words. I thought I was going to get the last things I needed to get off my chest about my ex and everything I went through. I thought this was gonna be the last chapter to my healing process while I am trying so hard to move on with my life. But just as I was trying to get over one virus that lasted way too long and took what feels like a lifetime to heal and move on from, we are now all facing the scariest virus I have ever seen. Not just me, but every single one of us....
I work in the health field and I’ve known about Corona virus and what it is for a few years. Actually back in 2018 when I had just started my job, I got really sick. I had flu like symptoms, body aches, I felt like I was hit by a truck. I felt my throat getting worse sitting at my desk and my boss sent me to our work force, health, and safety office to get checked out. They evaluated me, put a swob up my nose, told me flu came out negative and told me I had something called “corona virus”. Not the COVID-19 strain FYI.
I had never heard of this before and thought it was weird. They told me it basically was like the common cold, it was nothing to be concerned about. I googled it and asked my colleagues and friends at work and they explained it to me too as being a strain of the common cold. I was told there’s no meds for it and that it could take 6-8 weeks to get out of my body and I just needed to take over the counter meds and get some rest. I felt like death on and off for a few weeks but it was okay to go to work at the time, unless I was really sick with a fever of course, but it was basically just the common cold....
Now we are dealing with something similar but much worse. Much much worse. Corona Virus hit the news about three months ago. We knew about it for a long time. I guess we never expected it to hit the world the way that it has. But the fact that it was brought up to our intelligence committee three months ago and our “president” did absolutely nothing is shameful.
His lies have put dangerous misleading information and words into people’s heads. Which is what he’s always done, but when it comes to something like this it’s completely and utterly dangerous. This is literally a pandemic the whole world is facing. The amount of fake articles, conspiracy theories, people questioning this saying “do you even know anyone who has it?” on social media. Now a lot of us do know people who have it. Some of us even do have it.
The amount of people saying they will not follow the rules. The amount of people saying this is made up by the media. It’s horrifically shameful. “Shameful” is a word I have been using a lot lately...I went into a store wearing a mask and the man at the register said I didn’t need the mask, that this all was made up by the media. That only god can save us and no one else. I told him that’s dangerous to say to customers because they won’t take this seriously and will listen to him, that it’s not made up because I work in health and have been sick. My coworkers and colleagues are risking their lives exposing themselves every single day. They are on the front of the lines. I told him shame on him and he said “only god can save us, it’s all lie!” I told him god won’t be happy that he’s not listening or taking precautions and that he will put other people at risk for not listening, and god for sure won’t like that! The man works at a store called “Day and night” in Parkchester in the Bronx. I am calling them out since I couldn’t get a hold of the store manager. I will never go in there again.
Trump did this. He’s planted zombies in everyones heads and it’s eating their brains out. Causing so much harm through this epidemic. It’s the cranberries song from the 90s but happening in real life. It’s truly scary.
Here are some of his quoted lies over the past few months:
• Feb 10th:
“You know in April supposedly it dies with warm weather”.
“You know a lot of people think that goes away in April with the heat—as the heat comes in. Typically that will go away in April”.
“Looks like by April, you know in theory, when it gets a little warmer, it miraculously goes away. I hope that’s true”.
Tweet: “The corona virus is very much under control in the USA”.
“I think every aspect of our society should be prepared. I don’t think it’s going to come to that, especially with the fact that we’re going down, not up”.
“And again, when you have 15 people, and the 15 people within a couple of days is going to be down to close to zero, that’s a pretty good job we’ve done”.
“The Obama administration made a decision on testing that turned out to be very detrimental to what we’re doing. And we undid that decision a few days ago so that the testing can take place in a much more accurate and rapid fashion. That was a decision we disagreed with”.
Then on March 5th: “They made some decisions which were not good decisions. We undid some regulations that were made that made it very difficult, but I’m not blaming anybody”.
There is no Obama era decision or rule that impeded coronavirus testing. They did discuss different types of testing in labs there were never implemented. When asked what decision Obama made on testing Trump was referring to, chief policy officer Peter Kyriacopolois of the association of public health laboratories said, he had “no idea”.....
“Anybody who wants a test can get a test. That’s what the bottom line is”.
And let’s not forget when he called this all a hoax...”Now the Democrats are politicizing the coronavirus,” “They have no clue they can’t even count their votes in Iowa. This is their new hoax”....
Fast forward to March 8th....
I woke up in the middle of the night with a fever, body aches, and the chills really bad. I felt like I was hit by a truck. My body was trembling. I had a strain of coronavirus two years ago as I mentioned earlier, but this felt worse, much worse. I was freaking out given everything that’s going on.
I work for a hospital and one of our benefits as employees is we can do a virtual chat with a doctor, kind of like a virtual urgent care. I spoke to a doctor immediately, obviously concerned for dear life that I in fact may have the COVID-19 coronavirus. I told her my symptoms. She tried to convince me it probably isn’t corona, but that even if I had it I am young and probably healthy and would be fine. I mentioned to her that I couldn’t stop coughing and that there was a little blood in my mucus when I would spit it out. She made me feel all this was normal but that if the fever continued for 3-4 days that I should go get evaluated by a doctor or go to the ER.
Three days later I still had a fever. Mind you of course, of ALL TIMES, the only thermometer I had was broken and wouldn’t turn on, when I was trying to monitor my temperature. I ended up going to urgent care. I was coughing up a storm, had the chills, was pale, and felt like death. The doctor took my temperature and it was 101. He told me he thought it was most likely the flu. He tested me for the flu and it came out negative. He told me it’s definitely just a virus and told me why he felt it was not corona. He said it sounded upper respiratory and that corona is lower respiratory and that he wasn’t too concerned, that I should just stay home for a few days. My boss also advised me to stay home till I felt better. Mind you people with the virus have had many different symptoms, the symptoms were all over the place. A friend of mine was tested positive and he also didn’t have lower respiratory symptoms.
The fever did break after a week and I felt a lot better but I still had a lingering cough. I felt like I’d be okay with just a cough and can go back to work.
To get back to work, I had to be evaluated at our work force, health, and safety office. If they said I was okay I could’ve gone right back to work. I was coughing so bad that they would not clear me. They told me I could come back to work after the cough subsides, that I should probably take the rest of the week off, and I would get cleared if I saw a doctor who would clear me in writing and felt that I no longer had symptoms.
After that, I wasn’t able to get cleared twice, but finally a third time I was finally considered healthy and symptom free and got cleared. I was losing my mind and wanted to get back to work so badly.
When I went to the doctor the first time after going to work force, health, and safety he said my cough was too symptomatic. I went from getting the whole run around of why this was not corona, I was explaining this to my boss through every step, to then I was too “symptomatic” and might possibly have it. I was so confused.
I wasn’t tested when I first got sick cause thanks to Donald Trump, New York City almost had unlimited tests at the time, including all urgent cares but he put a stop to it. He wanted the numbers to stay low and would rather people go untested unless they knew for sure they were exposed or had traveled. I work in a hospital. I was asked each time I saw a doctor if I knew if I was exposed or if I had traveled, and since I said “I didn’t know for sure” and that I didn’t travel they would not test me. Does that make any sense? Let me take my crystal ball out and see if it will let me know if I was exposed....
It has gotten to the point where NYC is now testing most sick people because the virus has hit us horrifically. To the point where so many people are dying that some hospitals made make shift morgues for all the dead bodies. Our hospitals are so over packed with sick people that we don’t have space for them if they die. And Trump refuses to give NY more ventilators. I swear he’s so jealous of Andrew Cuomo and his leadership he’d rather New Yorkers die than help them.
When I tried to get cleared for work a second time the doctor gave me an inhaler to fight the cough and a number to call, general city number, to try and make an appointment to get tested for the virus. I was on hold for two hours to be told “you’re in the system, we’ll call you back with an appointment”. And I was like “do you know when I’ll get a call?” And the guy said “sorry there’s no telling”. The issue is, since testing wasn’t allowed at first, now they are so backed up that they are putting people on waiting lists. They also are struggling to get results out to people. Again, if my symptoms were much worse I’d maybe have had a better chance of getting tested. But since a cough is a symptom, I also could not get cleared for work. I was told the best thing to do is just stay home.
I was called a week later to setup an appointment to get tested. Even though my symptoms were pretty much gone and tests can’t show if I previously had the virus. The lady on the phone told me her system froze and someone would call me back within 15-30 minutes. She also told me how she went through the same exact thing as me. Guess what? I never got a call back. Thank god the doctors made me stay home and cleared me once they felt that I was okay. What is crazy is now the urgent care I have been going to has testing. I was told if they had it when I first went and was very sick I would’ve been tested.
One of the doctors I saw through all this, told me I most likely would not get tested. She told me about how overwhelmed the New York City hospitals are, she does testing as well. She told me they aren’t even able to test very sick people anymore, that they are just putting them into ICUs and monitoring them. That unless my symptoms get worse, all I could do is stay home. She put me on a new cough medicine that I needed to take for seven days and once I was re-evaluated after that, I was cleared for work.
This has been a nightmare. A complete nightmare. Three weeks and five visits to the doctor. I’ve been living in fear of having this virus, I don’t know for sure if I had or didn’t have it, I haven’t been able to get tested, and I was not able to be cleared for work for three weeks, losing pay at that. I have slowly but surely been losing my mind. I live alone and had to take care of myself through all of this.
The silver lining is right before I got sick, it was confirmed that I can keep my apartment. And that was something I was scared about when my ex and I broke up. That as it would get closer to when the lease would end that they’d kick me out and not let me renew. I was in so much fear of it every day for a year and I found out I can keep my apartment. And it would be my first apartment ever that’s just mine, under my name. And I am and was so happy when I found out and I had to go get sick the day after I got the confirmation and now have a new fear in my life. I did learn how independent I am while having to take care of myself and my apartment alone through all of this. For that I do feel good.
I wanted my new post to be about how a year ago I finally put my foot down and asked my ex a second time to move out after living together for 6 months while broken up. And it was incredibly hard for me to let go of him and ask him to leave but I eventually found the strength. And exactly a whole year later, April 1st, I am now much better than I was a year ago when he finally left, and even compared to a few months ago, and officially have the place to myself. It was going to be a Beyoncé inspired post. Because through her music I also found strength through my breakup. Her music really speaks for me and everything I went through throughout the relationship. And I wanted to finally dive into all that and let it all out for the last time. This blog has been my “lemonade” after all....
My post wasn’t able to go in the direction I wanted it to. And I guess I’m lost. I tried to lift myself up, I felt a new sense of closure and have been ready to start my life over. But here we are back tracked now....But I guess I’m still lost. As Madonna sings in her song “extreme occident”: “No I wasn’t lost. It was a different feeling. A mix of lucidity and craziness, but I wasn’t lost believe me”. That’s how life has felt the past year and a half. Completely. Another song on her Madame X album that will inspire another blog post. This one. The truth is I’ve always known who I was inside, but I always felt so lost trying to be that person. Trying to please everyone and getting so damn hurt and holding my true self within. Just so I can make everyone else happy.
This is why I now hate pressure from people because the guilt makes me feel like I cannot be myself. And even though I know who I am, all of life’s events have been so painful, that it makes me feel so lost even when I’m not lost. If that makes any sense. It’s like having self awareness about certain things but not being able to change them and being stuck. But as she also says “I was right, and I’ve got the right to choose my own life. Like a full circle. Life is a circle”. Life really is a circle, it keeps spinning and there’s always hope for new beginnings and for change.
Now I am dealing with this and my mindset has just completely changed. Maybe it’s because I’m too tired. I’m too scared. Scared for myself, scared for my parents, scared for my grandma, and everyone I care about. I am angry that we have a president who is fucking this up royally, and his supporters can’t call him out over this one thing, not this ONE thing. He doesn’t know how to compose himself and be diplomatic, he can’t even say words of hope to frightened Americans when asked to do so. Instead he berates and antagonizes the reporter for asking him to do so. He spreads his hate and division still through all this by calling it the “Chinese virus” and people make excuses for that too. Shame on them. And he’s done nothing but try and downplay this virus, he wants to reopen the country and go back to business as usual by Easter and have “churches packed”...He is a disgrace. Blood is on his hands and anyone who supports him. It went from doing nothing about school shootings to this.
He once said he can shoot someone on 5th Avenue and people would still support him. He can allow a whole pandemic to wipe out millions of people and people will still support him. I truly think it’s the end of the world.
Through all this my ex texted me to check on me and I chose to ignore him. While I know he meant well and I don’t want to be bitter, he put me through so much throughout our seven years together, I took so much and had no self respect, and he made me feel like a lunatic the whole time through all that he did to me. Then even after our breakup and all those things that happened that he knew was bothering me, suddenly he’s concerned about my well being? No thank you. I do worry and hope he’s well through all of this though and it wasn’t easy ignoring him. Of course a part of me wanted to see how he was and tell him what I was going through but I told myself it’s better not to. I wasn’t a saint either and I’m not trying to play victim but I think he needs to learn to just leave me alone.
I don’t need to make my Beyonce inspired post anymore because ::Cardi B voice:: CORONA VIRUS! Shit is getting real. But I am healed from that part of my life because now I have to be. There is literally too much real shit going on. And now that I am cleared for work, I’ll be dealing with exposure to this virus every single day, and putting myself at risk every single day, because I work in a hospital. I need everyone to stop listening to our shitty president. He literally said the media is trying to keep the country and economy closed so that he won’t get re-elected. The only one making this political is him and mind you our state of NY is suffering so much right now. Imagine when it hits other states. I hope their leaders are as strong willed and brave as Andrew Cuomo who has been kicking ass. I officially have a crush on him. I hope every governor of every state ignores Trump and looks at what’s happening in NYC to prevent it from happening there.
If you care about nurses or doctors, your friends who work in health, your elderly parents, grandparents, family members and friends. Friends and loved ones with health issues. Please do not listen to this horrific man. Please please consider calling him out on this one thing, really think about if he should be president again with how he is handling this and shitting on New York. Haven’t we dealt with enough after 9/11?
Thank you to my doctor friends, nurse friends, my team at work, all of my colleagues. Family members who are nurses or work in health. Doctors at urgent care I have seen through all this, who are swamped and tired and exhausted.
We all may not wear capes, but we are super heroes through all this. You are also a super hero if you comply and listen to the rules and stay home!
Be grateful for healthcare workers, they are at the front of the lines fighting this. And for all our sakes this is why I ask to stop believing the president and the conspiracy theories. Believe healthcare workers, take this seriously follow the rules, and stay home. It is sickening the amount of people, Trump supporters or not, who are refusing to believe this is real and want to believe every conspiracy theory and break the rules. It’s beyond dangerous so cut that shit out! NOW!
Stay safe everyone! Don’t let the zombies in your head get to you through all this! And don’t let yourself feel “lost”...
Songs to inspire post:
Extreme Occident By Madonna:
Zombie By The Cranberries:
“Everybody knows the damn truth
Our nation lied, we lost respect
When we wake up, what can we do?
Get the kids ready, take them to school
Everybody knows they don't have a chance
To get a decent job, to have a normal life
When they talk reforms, it makes me laugh
They pretend to help, it makes me laugh
I think I understand why people get a gun
I think I understand why we all give up
Every day they have a kind of victory
Blood of innocence, spread everywhere
They say that we need love
But we need more than this”-Madonna God Control
Every single day in America someone dies because of a gun. How many school shootings need to occur before we make changes? How many children need to bleed to death? How many innocent people need to die at concerts or night clubs? How many people are going to survive one shooting just to go somewhere a year later and end up getting shot to death? When will people start caring? Everybody knows the damn truth!
A NEW DEMOCRACY!....We NEED to WAKEUP!
The best thing about living in America is that we have the right to express ourselves. Freedom of speech is the most important amendment that we have. Even though sometimes, and I’m sure many of you agree, I wish some people didn’t have the freedom to say whatever they wanted, since some people just say the worst things possible and use the absolute worst kind of rhetoric ever....Especially our current President of the United States, but for whatever reason people actually like the toxic hateful bull shit that comes out of his mouth.
In case it isn’t obvious, or if no one has noticed, or if I haven’t mentioned it enough, I am gay. That’s right, I am your typical Britney, Madonna, Gaga, Beyoncé loving gay man who is obsessed with pop culture. Who writes about boys he’s dated on a blog and goes to see his favorite queens in concert over and over again.
Why am I bringing up my sexuality? Because it’s shaped me into who I am as a person. Along with many other things I have been through in life.
I grew up nearly blocks away from where the World Trade Center/Twin Towers once stood a long time ago. I lived through 9/11. I saw it all happen before my very eyes in my classroom at school. I was only eleven years old. And we had to evacuate my house for a while due to all the smoke and debris that entered our apartment. It didn’t help that we lived on the 33rd floor, so the impact was very real.
I will probably save my 9/11 experience in full detail for a separate post when the 9/11 anniversary comes around. So I don’t want to say too much, but I just remember living in so much fear. I was scared every day that we were going to die. Seeing Osama Bin Laden’s face constantly on the news freaked me out. I had nightmares. I used to be so scared I never wanted to be alone. I hate that this had to be one of the things to add to the list of things I’ve been through in life. Although fortunately for my family and I, we did not lose anyone that day.
The only good thing that came from 9/11 was that for the first time ever, and basically the only time that I can remember, America was unified. Everyone was so proud to be an American, no matter who they were or where they came from. Everyone stood united. For a brief moment no one was worried so much about racism, sexism, homophobia, etc. Even though it absolutely still existed, everyone seemed to ban together for once to fight against terrorism and to stand up for the brothers and sisters we lost. I hate to say it, and although I wish 9/11 never happened, I do miss when we were as united as we were back then, it’s unfortunate we are no longer at that point. We are very far from it....
Around this time I was starting to get into Madonna. She influenced me in so many ways but especially politically. She made the song “American life” to protest president Bush. Also to make a statement about America being so superficial “Do I have to change my name? Will it get me far? Should I lose some weight? Am I gonna be a star?” Those exact lyrics are things I have struggled with my whole life. I have tried so hard to both fit in and stand out for as long as I can remember.
I was only 12 or 13 and I was forming political beliefs and opinions. I remember when I would go to confirmation class the nun would tell us that you can only have sex to have babies. I was the kid who questioned “what if people are gay?” “What if people don’t want to have kids?” And of course I got in trouble for that.
I wrote an essay in an 8th grade English class about why abortion should be legal. We were going to war with Iraq and I thought it was disgusting. I was so against it. I felt like Bush was lying about weapons of mass destruction, I felt like we should have focused more on trying to defeat Osama Bin Laden, and anything about the Iraqi war made absolutely no sense to me.
This is why I loved when Emma Gonzalez, victim of the Parkland school shooting, made an important speech about the assumptions people have on kids. “(They feel that) us kids don’t know what we’re talking about, that we are too young to understand how the government works. We call B-S!” Kids are smarter than they get credit for, if they care or are smart enough they know what’s going on. Especially if they have been through something as horrific as a school shooting. It is so disgusting to me to this day that grown ass adults attacked those kids for speaking out. It’s shameful.
As the years would go by, when I was in high school, I was one of the first to use social media as a platform to speak up about my political views. I literally made memes before they were called “memes”, and posted about politics on MySpace before most people really started doing it. I made memes with president Bush’s face, writing “TRAITOR” in big letters across his face. I had a picture of Candolezza Rice with Madonna lyrics “Don’t talk, don’t speak, don’t say your sorry” written across her face. I posted pictures of poor kids in Africa starving to death so people could start caring about what was going on around the world.
The first time I ever was able to vote was in 2008 and I had just turned 18. I was very vocal about my disregard for John McCain, may he Rest In Peace, and I could not help but make fun of Sarah Palin. I was beyond excited to vote for Barack Obama. I was also beyond excited to vote for the very first time. It’s sad that today most kids don’t care about voting, and most young people in general, even people my age, no longer care about voting. When it’s more important than ever right now.
I believe the fear and terror of going through 9/11 and having Madonna as an idol, truly influenced me to be politically left and liberal. Also being part of an oppressed group since (again, in case you didn’t know) I am gay. And the things I went through for being gay also further influenced my political views. Being gay influenced my views more than anything else. I am sure that is the same for most gay people and it blows my mind that republicans and conservatives feel the need to fight with and try and convince us we are wrong about a political party that has politicians who try to dehumanize us.
I have been harassed, tormented, insulted, and almost killed for being gay several times throughout my life. In our society sure, being gay has slowly but surely become more acceptable. We have a gay man (Pete Buttigieg) who actually has a shot at possibly being president. But to this day many people still look at being gay as a joke. To the point where straight men constantly mock gay men, pretend to be gay with each other to be funny, mocking and making fun of those who are actually gay.
I remember this being a thing in high school and what is sad is that it still is a thing even now. I’ve even seen many grown old ass men do this even recently. I am sure other gay men know what I am talking about, but when I’ve spoken about this on social media straight people seemed to be confused and clueless about it....
When people find out I am gay all the sudden they ask all kinds of ridiculous questions based off of stereotypical assumptions. A lot of people see being gay as something only sexual. They don’t understand it whatsoever. And it’s honestly frustrating that even to this very day, I have to get asked “have you ever been with a girl?” And then the shock and confusion I receive when I say “no”, and the shock that I get when I say “I would never try it nor do I want to”. And then people always say “maybe you just need to try it” and when I explain that I can’t do that, they do not understand and look at me like I am crazy. If it were that simple wouldn’t they try being gay too?
Honestly this and the mocking of gays are my biggest pet peeves. It disgusts me. Its angers me so much I start to get anxiety even thinking about it and it’s a constant thing that I go through and see all the time. I try to just accept it. I did better with it years ago, I even was a little homophobic at one point as a gay person but I think I was just tying to fit in. I didn’t mind gay slurs or when people mocked gays. As long as I was seen as less flamboyant and different than other gays, I was fine.
But now I am different. Very different. I just want to snap at this point when I go through these things or see them happen. I’ve gone through hell being gay, if it were that easy, believe me, I would’ve just tried being with a woman. I was born this way and it’s internally frustrating that I need to keep explaining this, even to this day.
I remember the times I dressed a certain way and got called “faggot”. I remember the times I’d be out with female friends and straight guys would harass them and wouldn’t leave them alone when they weren’t interested and I would have to step in. Next thing you know I’m the “faggot ass bitch” and they would try to fight me and torment me. The amount of times this occurred I don’t even know and it is sickening and I am sure many women and many gay men know exactly what I am talking about.
I have stories for days. I feel like in high school I kept myself overweight and ugly partly because I was worried to be my true self. I was able to mask my true identity because I was worried about everyone judging me. I came from a family that’s basically conservative republican. I am the sheep in the family because I am one of the only ones who is politically liberal or who actually gave a shit about social injustice with a passion. And honestly people don’t get how personal it is when family or friends support politicians who don’t see you as human and who would take away your rights from you if they could.
I am beyond grateful though that they were accepting of me being gay. I have met gay people who did not have it so easy. I had a friend in high school whose parents kicked her out of her house for being a lesbian. My parents were kind enough to let her sleep over time to time.
Being gay wasn’t really an issue but there were many homophobic things said throughout my childhood that definitely made me scared to come out. But I am grateful that once I did, when I was 21 and dating my ex, it all went well and I believe mindsets changed. There is a lot more to that story that’s extremely personal but I will maybe share it one day if it ever were to feel right.
Being so overweight and unattractive caused a lot of issues for me as well. I was over 400 pounds at one point. That’s right, I was morbidly obese. I always had friends and people were kind to me. I know other overweight kids went through it worse but I did go through some types of bullying and torment for it. It ate me up inside but I tried to keep it to myself, even though for the most part I felt like an ugly beast. I literally felt like the hunchback of Notre Dame. This is why it’s so triggering for so many people to have a president who reminds them of the ugly high school bully who groped girls behind the bleachers at sports games and was a dick to anyone who was different or smart in school.
The only people who really brought me into their lives and treated me like a human being were people of color. My friends were mostly black, Latina/Latino, or Asian of some kind. They took me into their homes and into their lives. They were my closest and realest friends. I considered them brothers and sisters. A lot of these people are the ones I had falling outs with and wrote about which is why it all hurt so much. These people became my family, my life, my everything.
Because of them I was thoroughly educated and learned so much about racism and the things they had to face that no one ever taught me at home. My family was very closed off when it came to these things and because of that they were a bit unaware and closed minded towards these types of issues. I heard stories but also saw and experienced things that also helped shape my views in so many ways.
I am a white kid who came from bougie, upscale, TriBeCa in lower Manhattan. Yet unlike a lot of white folks, I was able to leave my neighborhood and go into less rich ones, hangout in the projects, empathize with people, try to put myself in their shoes while hearing their stories, and educate myself. I also had a great teacher in high school who unlike most, taught us about slavery, black history, and all the unjust things that occurred once slavery was abolished. I don’t want a gold medal for all of this, but I think it’s important to mention for those who lack empathy.
For some reason a lot of white folks feel that since slavery was abolished that means everything has been fine for people of color since then. It truly is mind boggling. They won’t even hear people out and only pass judgment with their assumptions.
What’s most mind boggling to me is that it’s 2020 and the state we are in is not good. It’s so bad it feels like a nightmare. I’ve hated Donald Trump since he ever first decided to run for president. I hate that he had this racist agenda against Obama to the point where he lied and said the man was a Muslim from Kenya and pushed this whole birther conspiracy to the point where the man had to show his birth certificate.
I never thought this man could possibly win the presidency. And to me this was a personal election and it still is. He chose a Vice President who is so disgustingly homophobic he feels gay kids should go to conversion therapy, is against gay marriage, and stands by his views because of his “faith”. Then the president had the nerve to hold a gay flag during his campaign, but won’t acknowledge pride month. He feels adoption agencies should have the right to deny kids loving homes if couples are gay. He is so transphobic that he decided that trans people should not be in our military.
I remember in high school every Halloween I wanted to be a dying polar bear with a small “polar icecap” attached to my ankle. I had envisioned it so well. I wanted to make a statement about global warming and climate change. It’s truly sad that the current president denies its existence. It’s dangerous that he does.
He mocks people who are educated and believe in it and makes it all a joke. And his supporters just eat it all up. One of them actually asked me once what should we expect him to do and that if he got a whole other planet for us we would still complain. Hilarious because he would never get us another planet if he could, maybe he would for himself though. Also, he was making people believe climate change is fake and that it is all a made up joke, and he pulled us out of the green new deal (the very minimum of what we were doing to fight this) and started allowing fossil fuels to ruin our oceans, the list goes on and on, and it is exactly all that he should NOT be doing but okay Becky, carry on...I’ve rolled my eyes so much these past few years I don’t know how they haven’t gotten stuck in the back of my head.
If people actually educate themselves on this man they will see he comes from a white supremacist family and he has done several hateful and racist things throughout his career. He was sued for discriminating against blacks in the 70s for not allowing them to live in his buildings. He literally wrote an article in The NY Times and called for the Central Park five to be lynched, one of the most racist things someone can wish on a group of black kids, because of what he felt they did. They literally were proven innocent and exonerated and he then refused to apologize for it. To this day he will not apologize. Narcissistic people lack empathy and compassion and can’t admit when they are wrong.
He then ran a campaign based on fear mongering, trying to overdramatize an illegal immigration crisis which absolutely is not as bad as he made it. Obviously we need to do something about illegals, but a man who lacks diplomacy and who gives no fucks about what comes out of his mouth will do whatever it takes to win an election. He categorized all Mexicans as rapists, criminals, and drug dealers. He wanted to build a wall which he promised and lied about Mexico paying for. A useless wall as if tunnels don’t exist and as if people don’t fly into the states and stay here illegally. It made absolutely no sense.
He was caught on tape saying since he’s a star he can fuck anyone he wants and just grab women by the pussy. He’s made fun of women for how they look and for their weight, calling them “pigs”. When he himself looks like a fucking pig, he’s so ugly and so orange it makes me want to vomit just looking at him. He literally looks and sounds like Chucky the doll from Childs play. He mocked a disabled reporter, and anyone who questioned him he would attack back ten times harder in the most vicious and vile ways.
The sad thing about this to me is that people loved him for these things, and they even supposedly interpreted it all differently but I don’t think that’s the case. I think the people that support him are the people who want so badly to say the things he would say without the repercussions. But he made it possible for people to say the most ignorant and hateful things without repercussions. He will say something that’s on video for everyone to see or hear and deny he ever said it. He will say he doesn’t know someone when there is photographic proof of it and say these things are “fake news” and his supporters go along with it. Hard to think they aren’t brainwashed.
Once he became president it felt like a really bad dream. For me, it might sound dramatic, but it felt like 9/11 all over again. And of course so much damage has been done since then but his supporters feel he’s only done so much good for the country. Taking all the credit away from Obama for fixing the economy after Bush almost put us through another depression and putting all the credit on Trump since Trump took the credit upon himself. Saying Trump created all these jobs that Obama did after the stock market crashed and he had a whole lot to cleanup after Bush. It’s despicable how people tarnished his legacy with flat out lies. So hard not to think they are just racist.
In Charlottesville there were riots started from white supremacists holding tiki torchers threatening lives of people of color, women, and Jews under Trumps name, and when the targeted people tried to defend themselves some of them got killed. And Trump had the audacity to make it a two sided issue blaming people on both ends and saying both sides had “very fine people” it’s nauseating to even type let alone think about. And then this conspiracy he and his base started pushing about leftists being in a terrorist group called “ANTIFA” spreading all kinds of false propaganda and information about them, as people have done in the past about the black panthers and currently the black lives matter movement. It’s sickening. It’s nauseating. It’s a disgrace. I have been told that this man is no better or worse than any other past president. Okay.....
Everything became “fake news”. He started a war against the media when he was heavily criticized, he literally tried to push so many conspiracy theories and his supporters just ate it all up. To the point where reputable/reliable sources no longer exist to them and absolutely no factual thing on the planet mattered to them or could be presented to them.
Majority of my family supported him. This disgusted me on so many levels that there was a point where I almost wanted to distance myself from them all together. I struggled really hard with how on earth they can support a person like this. I was only able to assume that anyone who can support this man is racist or bigoted in some kind of way.
What’s insane to me is majority of these people are Christian yet Jesus in the Bible went against everything this man was. He fought against the elite who tried to persecute, humiliate, and punish the poor. And here these folks are, supposed Christians, loving a man who is a billionaire, who builds walls, who separates babies from their mothers and has these people put into concentration camp like facilities, drinking out of toilets. Children dying in these facilities. And yet they support this. They even make excuses for his behavior and blame everyone else they possibly can. Obama and the Clinton’s for example.
If you try and explain to them that Obama did not separate families in the same ways they don’t respond or don’t want to hear it. If you explain to them that Obama only separated real criminals, not people just seeking asylum, they don’t want to hear it. And they make excuses for a First Lady who visits kids in these facilities wearing an inappropriate jacket that says “I don’t really care, do you?” Because facts don’t exist anymore as long as they can always be right and continue supporting such a cruel monster. He conspired with foreign countries to try and take down other candidates but no one thinks it is a problem. He literally got away with being impeached because of a senate who lack morals and a back bone. Party before country right?
It truly feels like the twilight zone. It doesn’t feel real that in 2020 we are supporting a white supremacist who acts like a dictator. He even pushed all of our allies away and befriended other dictators such as Putin and Kim Jong Un. We have become a laughing stock in this world.
What blows my mind the most is there are people who belong to oppressed groups who support this. Be it women, people of color, or LGBT. Kanye West went from constantly fighting against racism to being Uncle Tom and don’t even get me started on Caitlyn Jenner. I know women who are pro choice, to the point that they spoke up any time abortion rights were at stake, yet STILL supported this man who is so disgustingly misogynistic to the point where he appointed an accused rapist to be on the Supreme Court mainly because he was anti abortion. But these women still support him, why? I don’t know. Let’s not forget that 19 women accused this man of sexual assault too and he had ties to Jeffery Epstein who was a known pedophile who lead child sex traffic rings and got killed mysteriously in prison.
But of course “what about Bill Clinton?” Right? Yes, I know Clinton has ties to Epstein and has been accused of things too, and you know what? Let him be investigated too. Even though at one point he was and was impeached. It drives me insane that they push this “what aboutism” to make anything this man does okay....Everyone sees that we are now divided more than ever, social media has become a political war zone, and we are constantly at each other’s throats.
The first few years of his presidency I did nothing but post about him and political stuff on social media constantly. I always was arguing or fighting with people. It became so mentally exhausting and draining because there was no possibility of changing people’s minds and I literally was becoming so depressed over it. I was disgusted.
As I was joining more Britney Spears groups on Facebook I made a lot of new friends who shared the same admiration and love I have for Britney. My posts were becoming less political and more pop culture based and I felt myself becoming a happier person. I had enough stress going on in my life and it would take up too much time being glued to a phone screen arguing all day long. Trying to find factual articles and presenting them for it to go absolutely nowhere.
The issue was some of the new friends I made were Trump supporters and I didn’t know it at first. They were such nice people I could not believe it was possible. They were extremely gay friendly and were allies, seemed progressive in a lot of ways, but of course supported someone who was the total opposite. I had to really decide if I could allow Trump supporters in my life or if I could be open minded enough to try and see them not as all the same and all not bad people. Including family.
I have to be honest. This was not an easy decision to make. I have marched in black lives matter protests. I have participated in the women’s march. I have been liberal since I was a kid. My family used to make fun of me and call me “tree hugger”. It disgusted me to my core when I saw black kids and adults on the news be killed left and right unjustly and tortured by cops all for just resisting arrest or defending themselves when being accused of something they didn’t do. Or kids like Trayvon Martin being killed by “neighborhood watch” just for looking suspicious.
Even when taken into custody cops would beat them to death or shoot them to death. And people have the audacity to question why folks stopped trusting police officers and why there were so many protests. People literally hate Beyoncé for making a statement through her music and performances fighting these racial injustices. People actually switch the racist card onto Obama when defending Trump and that I cannot even try to understand for the life of me. People feel such animosity and disgust towards anyone who protests racism and injustice more than they do the racism and injustice itself. I take a knee when the national anthem plays and I will continue to do so till there is justice and real change.
How does one make peace with people like this? How does one make peace with people who vote for politicians who go against people like me or any oppressed group, let alone vote against their own interests? It’s something I always felt like I would refuse to do.
At the end of the day though I had to accept that Trump was president and that was that. I had to accept that people just are the way they are sadly. I mean we have people flipping out over two Latina women rocking the super bowl. JLO and Shakira killed it by the way. But they support a man whose vulgar against women and had an affair with a playboy bunny and married to a First Lady who basically was a porn star with all the times she’s posed nude. The hypocrisy is real. I really didn’t know how to accept these kinds of people in my life. I still don’t most of the time.
I decided for my own peace of mind, I needed to tone it down. All of this was contributing to my depression. At the start of Trumps presidency I was working a grueling job where I worked on my feet constantly and dealt with abuse. I had issues in my relationship and eventually that ended and I lost majority of my friends.
I no longer had the energy to constantly fight anymore. I no longer had the energy to hate everyone who supported this. I had my own battles I needed to deal with. So, I decided it was best to tone it down on social media and to not argue with people in my life about politics. I hate to bite my tongue but it also was an incredible waste of time, and I had to wonder if it was actually worth it losing people I love over this and not allowing people in my life over it. We are all human and we all have opinions. Although sometimes I don’t see some of these issues as difference of opinion.
I mean it’s to the point where people on the left have to constantly admit their faults to try and be heard. We always have to say “both sides have issues” even though in my opinion it’s nowhere near the same on the left. But I do have issues with the left too. Not just the corruption that also exists....
The left are even at each other’s throats. None of them can agree on one candidate, none of them can stick together, some are just as stubborn and closed minded as Trump supporters and this is why we will continue to lose which is sad. Half the people are Bernie or busts and half are too center/right leaning, and the majority of the candidates are literally causing a divide amongst the Democratic Party which will give Trump another win unfortunately.
The hatred on all ends has gotten to me. Madonna has another song that also spoke to me called “Killers who are partying”. She’s sings:
I will be gay, if the gay are burned.
I’ll be Africa, if Africa is shot down.
I will be poor, if the poor are humiliated.
I’ll be a child, if the children are exploited.
I'll be Islam, if Islam is hated...
I'll be Israel (switched to Palestine in her tour), if they're incarcerated...
I'll be Native Indian, if the Indian has been taken.
And I'll be a woman, if she's raped and her heart is breaking... I know what I am (God knows what I am)
And I know what I'm not (and He knows what I'm not)
Do you know who you are?
Will we know when to stop?
My question is, will we ever know when to stop? All the division and hatred in this world increases more and more each day. This song spoke to me though because I consider myself an overly empathetic person and I feel like I have tried to understand all different types of peoples every day struggles. It kills me to see anyone face hatred and bigotry of any kind, especially since I have experienced some of it myself. And it kills me that people could close their eyes to it or choose to be blinded by it or participate in it even.
Lady Gaga also has a song on her “Joanne” album called “come to mama” which is also important and I learned a lot from it as well. It’s about how both sides need to cut it out and love each other. She sings “Come tomorrow who are you gonna follow? There's gonna be no future if we don't figure this out”. She also ends the song with:
“Why do we gotta tell each other how to live?
The only prisons that exist are ones we put each other in”.
I got to the point where I agree completely. We are all brothers and sisters and we need to learn to walk among each other and be less angry. The anger is literally tarring us up and eating us alive. It’s making us so miserable and depressed and it’s not a way of life. Even if people are supporting someone like Trump. Even if people interpret things completely different. It does boggle my mind that people try and take away from peoples experiences. It does blow my mind that if someone felt something triggered them because it came off as racist or bigoted, someone else thinks they have the right to make that person feel stupid.
I will accept Trump supporters into my life because I have to. I have to work with them, be related to them, and accept them. If they can’t accept me though then that’s on them. And a lot can’t but a lot do so I am grateful for that. Will I ever be able to be super close with a Trump supporter? Probably not. But I am a much happier person because I don’t let this shit control my life or eat me alive anymore.
I do have a plea for Trump supporters though, republicans, and conservatives:
Majority of you are white straight men. Some of you (not
many) are women, some of you are LGBT or people of color even. Majority of you will never know what it’s like to deal with such hatred and oppression. Majority of you look at anyone who protests racism or oppression with disgust and don’t hear the pleas and the pain. Majority of you are too privileged to really try to understand things you know nothing about. Please, I beg of you, cut it out. Hear people out even if you disagree with them, and never make people feel stupid for feeling how they do.
And to people on the left: Get your damn shit together and unify now because we have a good chance of losing again. Stop being at each other’s throats, come to your senses and understand there are too many different people on the left with different ideas and you will have to vote for a candidate you might not love or agree with. We have too much at stake here. I have no expectations and I feel in my gut we will lose and Trump will win again. But I do hope we will eventually learn from all of this. On both ends. Because it will go down in history books as the most chaotic moments in modern history.
To everyone...”Everybody’s got to love each other. Stop throwing stones at your sisters and your brothers. Man it wasn’t that long ago, we were all living in the jungle. So why do we gotta, put each other down? When there’s more than enough love to go around”. “Why do we gotta, fight over ideas? We’re talkin the same old shit after all of these years”.
Happy Valentine’s Day, love not only your significant other but yourself and your brothers and your sisters. And vote in the upcoming elections like your life depends on it!
Songs to go with post:
American Life Madonna:
God Control Madonna:
Killers Who Are Partying Madonna:
Come To Mama Lady GaGa:
I need to start off by saying RIP to Kobe Bryant and his daughter Gigi. He was an iconic legend and you didn’t have to be a basketball fan to be a fan of Kobe’s. He was loved by almost all the pop kings and queens and played a role in pop culture. I’ll never forget what an ally he was to the LGBT community and to women. God rest his and his daughter’s souls and watch over his wife and family while they try to heal.....I had a rough time with this.
Exactly a year ago today I took a soul saving journey to Vegas to see GaGa and visit the Grand Canyon and I have brought this trip up many times and posted pictures of it many times as well. But it truly was the start to this very long journey I have been on and I will forever be grateful for that trip. I can’t wait to relive it hopefully sooner than later....I did go to New Orleans with friends earlier this month and I did have moments where it felt soul saving as well. I took time to myself at one point to reflect and I let the full moon inspire me while I was there. A lot of this post came from all I was thinking about while taking that short amount of time to myself. Listening to live music and jazz bands on Frenchman st. and just feeling the vibes of a different beautiful place.
It’s also been exactly a month since I released this blog. I have been overwhelmed with all the positive feedback I have received. A lot of people have messaged me privately sharing their stories with me and telling me how they were able to relate to certain things I have shared so far. I honestly am very grateful. I can’t express how scared and nervous I was to do this.
I have to make one thing clear. This was not easy. Not at all. I was worried people would think I was crazy or hysterical. I was worried people would question how or why I would put my business out there. I was worried those I have spoken about would see all of this and try and seek revenge of some kind...There were people who did show concern, there were people who did see this as a cry for help.
While I appreciate the concern, it’s exactly part of what I feared and did not want to happen from this. What I wanted was to release everything I’ve been holding in all this time in hopes I would start to heal. What I wanted was to finally validate my feelings and myself. What I wanted was to find strength in sharing my stories. What I wanted was to forgive myself for all the things I blamed myself for. What I wanted was to rise up above it all. And you know what? I finally am getting there and I can’t express how amazing it feels.
The issue is my entire life I have been made to feel like I was crazy for the feelings I would have. Most people in my life, whether family, friends, or past relationships, tried so hard to silence me. I have been laughed at, I have been made fun of. I never could validate my feelings. It got to a point where when others would do me wrong, I blamed myself. I literally had to question my own sanity for as long as I can remember. But after everything I’ve been through I have to ask myself....
Did I say something true? Did I have a point of view? Did I say something wrong? Or did I stay too long? And I’m not sorry, it’s human nature....That’s right. I find so much freedom in expressing my feelings instead of repressing them and I no longer give a fuck what people think....I find so much freedom in being able to validate myself and no longer question my own sanity. This is something I never ever felt or experienced before.
Majority of the feedback I’ve received on this blog has been amazing and I am thankful for it. I felt so alone all of last year, I felt so lost, I felt like my life was over (cue Demi Lovato’s very relatable new song “anyone”). I know now there are others who have felt the same way in many ways, be it last year, or at some point in their life, and it’s nice to touch those people and have an outlet for them to come to when they aren’t so comfortable to express themselves in the way that I do. Whether they’ve been through something similar or different. Like I said before, this is NOT easy.
I had to really put my fears to the side. Honestly if anyone wants to seek revenge in anyway for me speaking my truth, by all means, go ahead. I no longer care about that. And if enough damage hasn’t been done in terms of these people needing to get revenge against me, well so be it. I’ve said this before and I will say it again, I have suffered enough repercussions. Things have occurred nonstop consistently from the end of 2018 to the end of 2019. I am fucking tired. I was hoping maybe my words would make my stance clear, perhaps give certain people an open heart to why I felt the way that I did. But if people are even more angry, well...”It might sound like I’m an unapologetic bitch, but sometimes you know I gotta call it like is”....It’s human nature.
On Madonna’s latest album “Madame X” she has a song titled “I Rise”. It was made to be an anthem for the LGBT community, anyone who faces oppression, and for many other important issues such as gun control (“god control” is another amazing song when it comes to gun control). This song was first released in June 2019. In June I was a lost mess. I was still trying to adjust to living on my own, accepting the fate of my last relationship, and coming to terms with the fact that I had to start over with my life all by myself.
During this time I was an alcoholic. A sad, depressed alcoholic. I would lock myself in my room and blast sad music. I would only leave my room to make another drink, so I can come back and wallow in self pity. The thing about drinking is that it helped me temporarily. Sometimes I was happy, I would have fun all by myself. I would dance and sing. It always would start out as a pleasant experience. Then it would turn dark. It’s like I would go from happy to sad within a few hours. Next thing you know I’m screaming, crying, and having panic attacks. I would drink and cry until I would pass out.
The amount I was drinking was deadly. I would actually hate when the weekends would come because that’s when I didn’t know what to do with myself since I didn’t have anyone (again cue Demi’s new song) and it’s when I would drink the most. I would start day drinking, and go through this cycle till I would pass out and take a long nap. I would usually eat something before falling asleep. And then I would wakeup feeling like shit and continue the cycle again. It was so disgustingly unhealthy but I literally did not have a support system and so many horrible things happened, one after the other.
I was happy my friend Amanda came to visit New York with her dad in June. We had a great time. But the rest of June was just a complete nightmare for me. I just felt done with everything. Summer was coming and I felt like I had just lost everything and didn’t have any plans to have fun as I normally would have. I also felt like I could hardly afford food to eat let alone all the bills I had to take on by myself. I was so lost.
The things I had to see on social media from past friends and my ex, all their posts together, they were hanging out more and more. At first it was just a running thing and it turned into more than that. It was hangouts and going to events together on the weekends. Constant photos taken together posted. Videos in their Instagram stories of them at events together. They all knew at that point how I felt about all of it and it was like a big “fuck you” to me. And the sick part about it was I was mostly angry with my friends, not so much at my ex.
Because I still missed him and wanted to be with him and that was the worst part about it. Throughout our relationship I would be more angry at everyone else he was friends with that was causing issues in our relationship than I was at him. Because I loved him so much, and I still was continuing this sick cycle even after we broke up and after he moved out. I had to learn to face the truth, as I also had to learn to come to terms with my own faults.
Also in June I had a falling out with the only close friend I felt like I had. The person was angry for selfish reasons and I already spoke about all of this a few posts ago. But while being depressed about my ex and other friends, this person made sure to make me feel lower than I already felt if it was possible. I could not believe the only person I was basically relying on emotionally would do that to me.
If I could erase the month of June (minus the part when Amanda came) honestly I would. It’s when everything hit me the hardest.
Madonna’s song “I rise” came when I needed it the most. The lyrics are so uplifting and so encouraging. They spoke to my soul. I believe it’s what motivated me to get my shit together and continue on my path to my journey I needed to be on that started when I was in Vegas.
In the song she sings “Freedom’s what you choose to do with what’s been done to you. No one can hurt now unless you want them to. No one can hurt you now unless you allow them to”.
That spoke to me. It was time to stop allowing these things to get to me. It was tome to stop obsessing over it. It was time to stop blaming myself. It was time to stop letting these people bring me down. It was time to stop hurting. It was time to stop crying. It was time to stop drinking myself half to death. It was time to rise up above it all and move on. “Died a thousand times, managed to survive. I won’t breakdown now, I can’t take that”...
I would be lying if I said I am completely healed. I would be lying if i said I am no longer angry. I would be lying if I said I am completely over my ex, that I don’t still love him, don’t still dream about him constantly, don’t still care about him, or worry about him. I would be lying if I said I forgive all that has happened. I am still not there yet. I am not sure when I will be. But I know slowly but surely I am getting there. I know I have improved even if there’s still a lot of room for a shit ton of more improvement. I do feel ridiculous sometimes because people have been through much worse. In fact I have been through much worse.
I had a very rough childhood. I didn’t come from a home that was like the movies or tv shows. I was surrounded by pure misery, bitterness, and anger for as long as I can remember. Every Holliday or event there was a big blow out or a fight. There was not enough love but constant fighting and arguing. Everything felt like a ticking time bomb was about to go off. I had to carry this with me every single day. I suffered from severe anxiety which is something that has scarred me for life.
I didn’t do well in school and was told by several people that it was because I had a learning disability. I had issues focusing in class, I had issues studying for exams, I had issues being able to get my work done with the constant pressure and anxiety that was weighing me down. Who knows? Maybe I really did have a learning disability. But I do know a lot of fucked up shit was going on at home that nobody knew about but myself.
Whenever I expressed concern about it at home I was shut down, told I was interpreting things wrong, and that I was crazy. This was a pattern I had to deal with throughout my entire life because I would choose people to be in my life who treated me in this exact same way. It’s part of why I am struggling with moving on from everything else that happened, because it’s all been nonstop and never ending for as long as I can remember.
I had a rough life. I’ve dealt with sexual assault, I’ve been robbed and almost killed and then was humiliated and made fun of about it. I experimented with drugs and partied way too hard at one point when I was in my late teens and early twenties. I would go out seven nights a week, I was underaged with a fake ID. Partying was all I cared about because it was my escape from a mentally draining and exhausting household. I had friends who used and abused me. Stole money from me, took advantage of my kindness, and only cared about themselves.
People twisted stories around to make me look bad so many times I can’t keep track anymore, people I have gone above and beyond for, and did the most for...I never expected any of this to happen when it did the last time that it did with that particular group of friends, but history repeated itself yet again, it just hurt more this time. I do have to blame myself for continuously putting myself in bad situations and allowing bad people into my life. But lesson learned and here I am now, even if nobody cares.
I through my life away in my twenties instead of doing what was right for me. I’ve sunk myself into an incredible amount of debt. It honestly feels like my life has been falling apart since the day I came onto this earth. It’s amazing that I managed to survive.
So yes, maybe I am overreacting about little things I’ve been through such as a breakup or loss of friendships due to the breakup, etc. Maybe I handled things wrong. Maybe I shouldn’t still feel so hurt or upset. But man, something has got to give. I’ve been through too much in life and I am almost thirty years old. I am just tired. It’s part of why I was ready to give up last year when my ex broke up with me and when everything went down with my friends. I was tired of my life constantly falling apart. I sunk so low....
It’s weird though because anyone else might have completely lost themselves but I am learning to “rise up above it all”. I think I had to hit rock bottom to finally know what happiness feels like. I am still a mess. I still suffer from a deal of hopelessness and heartache. But for the first time ever I think I know what happiness feels like. Even if it could be better than this. Even if this still needs improvement. For the first time ever I’ve found resilience. I know that I will rise. As Madonna sings as she closes her Madame X show with “I rise”, she walks down the aisles chanting “I will rise” over and over as she walks out.
I think having to face the truth about everyone in my life and really facing it and feeling it is what has helped me. So yes, I might still be upset, I might still be angry, I might still be bitter at times. But I have improved with those feelings because I don’t think about the situation as much as I used to. It doesn’t control my life. And I was forced to accept things that were out of my control for what they were and found some kind of strength. It takes baby steps to heal, I still have a long way to go but I have come very far.
Without music I wouldn’t have survived. Madonna has saved my life many times. When I went through that rough childhood I would listen to her ray of light album over and over again. The songs touched my soul and calmed my nerves. My anxiety would be at ease. That album was so powerful for me and I am not sure I would’ve survived without it. And she still has this affect on me today. Her current album has so many songs that have touched me and saved me. And one thing she’s taught me is to not be afraid to express myself, and that I should never repress myself.
I also used to write in journals whenever I would go through something and I would write for hours. Writing has always helped me. In fact I promised myself in high school that one day I would write a book. A memoir about my life. I told myself I just needed to get older and go through more things. I think I’m at that point now.
This is why I have this blog out. I am not afraid to speak my truth. It has helped me heal. And this is my journey. It’s a journey of love, and finding love within yourself. Not finding love from someone else. Not needing your feelings validated from someone else. But doing it all for yourself. I’m learning to do that and it’s also part of why I’m finally feeling some kind of happiness for the first time ever. I am thankful to have this outlet where I can let this all out. And I truly hope people understand that and know that that is truly what this is all about. That is the actual purpose of this. Of course also because I love pop culture and pop music and want an outlet to speak about that as well.
When I saw Madonna back in October she said she does what she does not to be loved, but to feel free. And that’s the point of me making this blog. I am not here to be loved, I am here to be free. And that is what this has done for me. Maybe one million people will read it, maybe ten people will, maybe nobody will. It does not matter to me. Just pouring it all out and sharing my stories and my thoughts has been beyond beneficial to me mentally. It’s helped so much with my healing and has worked better than any kind of therapy ever has that I have tried over the years. I feel like I am there or getting there more and more, but yes, I will rise. I. Will. Rise. I have to because it’s human nature.
Songs to go with post:
I Rise Madonna:
Human Nature Live Madonna Ft. Britney Spears:
Unapologetic Bitch Madonna:
Anyone Demi Lovato:
Can't you see I'm a fool, in so many ways?
Dating life is really underwhelming it’s not even funny. Is it okay to say that? Can I say it’s underwhelming? I am not saying it to disrespect anyone I have met or will meet....I don’t know, clearly I am not one to follow the rules but sometimes you have to be careful with the things that you say....Somehow my Grindr profile got taken down for “hate speech” supposedly being in my profile...I literally can’t think of anything my profile said that could be hateful except for what I wasn’t interested in which I said politely. I mentioned I wasn’t interested in trans (male to female) or “T” (meth) heads...I guess saying those two things was considered “hate speech”? Who knows?....
I have met lots of guys this year. More than I can keep track of. More than I even realized...Some were great, some were nice, some were horrible. But despite some of the amazing qualities some of them had, I ghosted almost every single one of them. As I mentioned earlier only one guy ghosted me. But I ghosted basically every single one of them.
A lot of the times it was because the second I saw a red flag I ran for the hills. The other issue was it’s hard for me to trust anyone romantically and let them all the way in. But it got to a point where I was paying close attention to the connection. And for some reason a lot of them would feel a connection that I was not feeling, and they would try and jump into a relationship. And that scared me off easily.
It is my understanding that in the gay world, a lot of guys either just fuck around a lot or they try and jump into relationships right away. There is no in-between...Things tend to move very fast, and it’s over before you know it. My feeling is that a lot of gay men are lonely. And I am not saying that is a bad thing or that I don’t know what it feels like and that I don’t get lonely too. I totally get it. And a lot of men are just assholes, the lonely ones are tired of being lead on or not being able to succeed at obtaining a relationship.
When I was younger I was really overweight. Nobody was interested in me. And then at 18 years old I had the gastric bypass surgery and lost lots of weight. I was thin and good looking. But I still was extremely insecure. I battled body dysmorphia severely (which I’ve spoken about before). At the same time I felt very desperate for a relationship and felt like I was never good enough or worthy enough for someone to ever look at me in that way.
When a guy that I liked would give me the time of day I was annoying. I was clingy. I wanted a lot of attention. And if I didn’t get it I automatically worried that something wasn’t right. That something was wrong with me. I’d get panicky about it. And I would think that they didn’t really like me. I would end up trying way too hard. It was such a battle and I had to really learn to change that. Of course it didn’t help that I typically did go for guys who would make anyone else worry too, but that’s a whole other story...
I felt this internal loneliness that just was killing me. Literally as Britney once sang in the most iconic songs of all time. But when I would meet a guy, I’d get so hooked so easily and start fantasizing about a whole future together. I was so disgustingly desperate. But I think it was to fill a void since most of my friends were in relationships since high school and got to experience all those things that I didn’t. Also because of how insecure I was.
The one thing my ex taught me was that I could not be this way with him. And oh boy was I at first. I will admit, despite the red flags and things he put me through, I was annoying and pushy as fuck. We actually did spend a lot of time together but I was always so nervous about something not being right so if I didn’t hear from him enough I would freak out. It made me crazy. And he definitely wasn’t having it. And my stubborn ass kept trying to argue and he would just shut me down and not even want to discuss it.
This used to really piss me off. And trust me, there were enough things to be worried and upset about...But I am thankful he did this to me. I needed to really work on myself. I felt in many ways I was relying on him to find my happiness and I couldn’t find it on my own. I learned that you have to be patient and take things slow and really get to know a person. Feel the vibe, make a connection. Become best friends first. And then you can worry about relationships or the future.
And the best part of being in a relationship for so long is that it has taught me how I should behave moving forward before jumping into the next one...Compared to before when I was 18-20 years old learning on my own when I first went out there...I never have high expectations at first and I like to really take it slow and I don’t need to communicate every second of every day. I don’t need a lot of attention. I need space and love my alone time. I don’t want to FaceTime every day, I don’t want to FaceTime most days. Or talk on the phone. Yes sometimes of course, but minimally as I’m trying to get to know you. I feel like things just have to come naturally and slowly before you should jump into constant communication. And my god I feel so proud of myself for saying that, I wish I knew this ten years ago....
But I have noticed not many gay guys who are my age or younger have had a long lasting relationship, at least not for as long as I have. And I know it’s rare for gay couples to last very long in the community. 7 gay years is like 75 in straight years. So a lot of the guys I’m experiencing remind me of myself when I was younger and single. Very lonely, very desperate, and trying to rush into things....
There is a part of course where I am to blame. And here is why...I am far from awkward when I meet someone. I don’t get social anxiety at all. I do things alone a lot of the time and I make friends everywhere. There could be a room filled with 100 people I don’t know and I do not get anxious about it. I also have no filter, I can talk a stranger’s ear off about myself and my life, my frustrations, my complaints, and don’t really care what people think about me. I complain a lot, and am usually dead serious when I complain about stupid shit but people find it comedic. It attracts them to me. Which is silly to me because I always assume I come off annoying when I do this. I just know I am always confident enough around people. I have a social personality, although I’m very antisocial sometimes too. That’s the libra in me.
This all sounds like good qualities to have. But with the good of course always comes the bad. I have accidentally lead many people on. Even friendships. It’s usually people who normally aren’t as out there as I am who sometimes get social anxiety. Since I am so open and friendly they think it means we are super close or that I am invested in them.
When this occurs, I end up feeling a lot of pressure. I feel like the person is nice and I don’t want to be mean and turn them down so I continue to be friendly. I even force myself into situations and things I don’t care about or want to do because I end up feeling like I don’t want to let the person down. But with this personality I have, you become the asshole when you have to let the person down.
I am a kind person so when a person likes me, as a friend, or more, and I see the excitement they feel, I don’t have it in me to let them down. And then I try and make it work despite all the pressure I am feeling. Be the best friend, try dating, etc. And in the process I then realize I can’t force it, or I can’t commit to things, and when I have to let them down a lot of times I become the asshole. And part of me realizes it too because I let the pressure get to me and am not realizing the part where I totally lead the person on, be it romantically or emotionally.
The beauty about friendships at least is that they are different from relationships. However, I have dealt with some clingy psychopaths over the years. I was about to write detailed stories with examples of what I am talking about. But I am sure this blog will fall into at least one of their hands, so I don’t want to go there and embarrass or hurt anyone...
But I get it. Because leading someone on isn’t nice. And it did take me years to learn that. Even though I don’t do it intentionally. But now I am totally different and slowly changing. I am honest from the get. When I meet someone I am still an open book and have no filter, but I also tell them about all of this. And if they’re still interested and could go with my flow great, if they can’t oh well.
Going back to the dating world...A lot of men are lonely and desperate as I mentioned earlier. And even if I do warn them, they don’t seem to understand. I eventually let them know the truth. That I am sorry but I am not feeling them and that I am finished. And then I ghost them. It might sound cruel but I don’t know what else I’m supposed to do if I was honest from the get about taking things slow and not wanting to rush.
But I made a mistake...“I’m not that innocent”....There was a boy I met back in June 2019. June I was still a mess and totally not really ready to date but wanted to still go out there and have fun and meet guys just to take it slow and see where it could go. I met this one guy on plenty of fish who was nice, although something seemed off a little bit.
He was cute but he wasn’t well put together. I just felt more established and independent than him and I felt like we had next to nothing in common. But he was really attracted to me. And kept pushing a relationship or talking about one. Even though we hadn’t even met in person yet. I told him from the start exactly how I was and it didn’t stop him.
He would ask to FaceTime almost every night when I had to wakeup for work at 5am and he got off work at 10pm. He would text me 100 times a day. I was a little creeped out to be honest. Especially since I made everything clear. But the issue was at first I did find him cute, and despite being honest, my open book personality I am sure is what lead him on. It didn’t help that we discussed going to pride together the first time we were set to meet and he was super excited about it. But he assumed he was going to stay at my house and I felt like I only knew him for like two weeks and he was just saying and doing too much....
I felt so much pressure. I suffer from anxiety badly and pressure triggers it. He also seemed to not be over his ex, which is fine because I was not over mine either. But it also was something I would not put up with because I had already gone through things like that before and I promised myself I would never go through that again. That was a major red flag for me.
I had to explain to him I was done and I explained why and blocked him. But that did not stop him. He changed his number and texted me a long message. I had to block that number. He messaged me on the dating app we met on and I had to block him there. A few months later he made a new profile and swiped “right” on me and I got a notification, even though in his rant he told me to “never bother hitting” him “up again”. He then tried to follow me on Instagram. I was thinking “what the fuck is wrong with this person?!”
Months went by and I completely forgot about him. In the process I met and fell for “roses” guy. The guy I spoke about a few posts ago. And I was vulnerable and sad about that situation. In December this dude back from June, made another profile on the dating website we met on, and sent me a long message. He came back ugh.
I was so lost and upset about the roses guy, that I forgot about most things. I was thinking irrationally. And normally I would’ve deleted the message without even reading it but something made me want to open it.
His message seemed very heart felt. He owned up to how he acted. For being pushy and wanting to FaceTime all the time etc. He owned up to not respecting my wishes and all that I had explained to him about myself. But oops! I made a mistake with my response...
I told him it wasn’t his fault and that it was my fault and I was sorry. I felt like it was cruel ghosting him like that. And I felt bad. I still kept it real with him though and told him I had been through too much and that’s why I ghosted him and that I was not ready to date. I came to learn though that this was his manipulative game. I gave him the answer he wanted to hear, he wasn’t actually sorry. He wanted to know the blame was not on him so he tried really hard to lure me back in.
He told me we could have a whole future together, he said all these things again. And I just kept it real with him yet again in response. And was nothing but honest and he then said he’s changed and he’s gonna respect that.
It took me a while but I thought about it, maybe because I was feeling very jolly in December and Christmas was coming up. I felt like it was nice he wanted to try and get to know each other again and perhaps maybe he would change and it would be better and different this time. So, I decided to unblock his number and chat with him again.
Me being the open book that I am, I explained every single thing I went through this year. I gave him every detail. But in hopes he would understand why I ghosted him in the first place and why I don’t rush into things. I felt bad I didn’t get personal and explain it before, but i did let him know I couldn’t promise anything and I wasn’t sure what would happen between us....However he got comfortable for the simple fact that I let him back in....And I was repeating the same pattern of trying to force it even though I wasn’t feeling it, yet again...
He tried to be pushy again with the FaceTiming but I wasn’t having it or giving in. I told him “on weekends only”, and “when I have time for it”. He was very nervous about saying the wrong things to me and about the possibility of me ghosting him again. I kept telling him to relax and to go with the flow. He tried not to say the wrong things, which made me feel nothing but more pressure to be honest, but he just could not help himself...He was trying to not put pressure on me but kept bringing it up, so he therefore was putting pressure on me.
I got a new iPhone and during the process some of his iMessages didn’t go through and he showed concern that I blocked him again. That made me feel pressure. Then, one time he saw me appear on POF and other dating apps and he made sure to bring it up to me, even though we weren’t together. And I told him this: “You saw me on those dating apps because you were on them too right?” And he was like “yeah” and I said “we are taking this slow and going with the flow as we discussed many times, right?” And he tried to play it off and laughed at what I was saying. Tried to claim he was just messing around with me....I should’ve ended it there but nope! The guilt of doing it again to him was eating me alive so I kept forcing myself to try.
He also would text me several times even if I didn’t respond. One morning I had told him the night before I was out with friends and he says “oh but you couldn’t text me back and say you were okay” where he then claimed he was just joking...Right....
He still was pushy with the FaceTiming. And I was remembering more and more the reason why I ghosted him in the first place. I was not feeling the connection and he still was being pushy. Talking about going to Pride in June 2020 since we didn’t go last year, but then saying things like “I know, I know, we aren’t jumping the gun here. We’re moving slow”...But still made me feel this immense amount of pressure.
He also felt like I was worried that he didn’t like me enough or that I was concerned with things like him having a hard time to take off from work to see me. He kept trying to reassure me. These were two things I honestly absolutely did not care about. I am not sure why he felt the need to worry about this but I think he wanted me to have those feelings. I had to be honest about that as well.
On top of everything, I also felt like he did not have real goals or future. He didn’t seem to care to discuss things like that, just only cared about a possible relationship...
The last time I FaceTimed with him I asked him “where do you see yourself five years from now?” He said “married, owning a house, maybe have kids”. I don’t want to sound cruel but his current job and living situation realistically would not get him there within 5 years, especially if he doesn’t have goals to make changes. And I asked him if he had goals to someday get there, and he basically didn’t, or have anything realistic in mind....I constantly kept it real with him and reminded him of my stance on things. I even told him to not chase people who aren’t interested in him. I tried to enlighten him and teach him to respect himself and not deal with fuck boys who don’t know what they want...I told him to focus on himself and his goals and bettering himself before anything else, but it just wasn’t registering and he still tried too much....
I knew I was done. Again...I just felt really bad because he really really liked me. And I remember when I was the desperate lonely person and my ex or whoever would throw it in my face how much I liked them when I first met them when we’d sometimes argue, because of how crazy I would get. But this was beyond desperate, it was a bit creepy. And I was mad at myself for forgetting this about him. This was some “you” shit....Maybe I’m just being dramatic. I think he just was nice and overly needy, but I would lie if I said writing this story out doesn’t make me a little creeped out....Despite that it’s my fault because I gave him a second chance and totally lead him on. Ugh!
So I had to do it again...I had to ghost him. I couldn’t lead him on anymore and I messed up for ever giving him another chance in the first place. But I kept it as real as it could get when I ended it.
I told him I was sorry to do it again to him but wasn’t feeling him. I told him the truth. That he was moving too fast and needed to learn to be single. I told him being single is a good thing because it gives you time to focus on nothing but yourself. I let him know that he should have better goals for himself. And I left it at asking him to please not change his number and hit me up again and to please ignore me if he sees me on any other dating app moving forward. I told him he “has to do this” and I warned I would take legal action if he didn’t respect my wishes since he’s taken it way too far the past six months.
I felt really bad but I could not go into 2020 making the same mistakes. And my advice to you guys if you are lonely and sad and feel like you will be alone forever just because you’re single....You will not be alone forever. Believe me you won’t. I am not sure if everlasting love exists. I also am battling with the possibility of it not existing. I also get lonely, I also am heartbroken a lot of the time. But people need to learn to make themselves their main priority, not a relationship.
Love yourself above anyone else. The only person who you can rely on is you. And if you keep searching and searching and try and force something to happen that lacks chemistry, then you are just desperate. It is not worth it. As Madonna sang on Madame X “I don’t search I find” and when she stopped searching, she finally found enough love....
As for me, moving forward I am cutting someone off the second they do too much and don’t respect my wishes. I can’t constantly become the bad guy in stories when I do what’s right for me. Because sometimes the guilt eats me up alive. I’m just going to continue being honest and do it my way, and when this reoccurs I will not let the guilt get to me anymore and drag it out.
More importantly I am working on this issue where I feel the need to be a people pleaser. My goal this year in finding healing and growth is to learn to say “no” more often. I will not allow myself to force myself into things or try and make things work just because I am worried about other people’s feelings over mine. More importantly I am going to remind myself that I can’t even play victim in these situations because I am leading people on. The last guy was a bit crazy but this point I could only blame myself. I really am “not that innocent”....But I am learning.
Song to go with post:
Oops!...I Did It Again Live from Dream Within A Dream Tour:
A year ago today a lot of us were facing both concern and disappointment. Britney Spears back in October of 2018, shortly after she wrapped up her Piece of Me tour, announced on the Ellen show that she was starting a new residency in Vegas called “Domination”. Many fans, including myself, were really excited and snatched tickets the second the dates went on sale. My crazy ass literally bought tickets for her first three shows, one of them would’ve been VIP.
I was really excited for this trip because over the years I have made many friends in the Britney army whether in Vegas or on social media who love Britney as much as I do. And majority of us planned to go to her first shows and were going to meet for the first time. We had planned so much together. From special outfits and other activities we were going to participate in together in Vegas. We were going to go to Fremont and do zip lining, I also had tickets to see the Backstreet boys for the first time and was really excited about that...It was going to be an epic trip...
However...Something did not feel right from the start and I’d be a moron not to admit that. Britney had just wrapped up her “Piece of Me” tour, which was also the show she did in Vegas for four years. The woman seemed exhausted and she barley had a break over the years. The announcement was so over hyped. They closed the entire strip of Las Vegas, and had an entire parade for her. We waited for over 30 minutes for her to show up on a podium just to wave, walk down basically a long cat walk, and walk straight into a car and her driver drove off....
Now if you’re a crazy Britney fan like me, although this sounds extremely tired and underwhelming, this is what I love about her. No fucks given and she just smiles, nods, and drives off into the night, hardly acknowledging anyone. Of course when she tried to sign an autograph for one fan, one of her security guards snatched her away real quick and would not let her sign for the fan.
I loved that she didn’t care, I mean after all what does she have left to prove, right? She’s an icon at this point. But it still did not feel right. Despite all of that, she started posting some rehearsal videos on Instagram. A lot of them got mixed reviews from fans, in my opinion she looked amazing, she was stepping it up a notch with the choreography, and I was really excited to see what this show was going to be all about. Even though so far the set list that we knew of were songs that were already in piece of me.
We literally did not know what to expect, except for the fact that a lot of us were hoping she’d bring back “overprotected” and perform “My prerogative” for the first time ever. I mean how appropriate would’ve it been considering she had just come out with a unisex perfume called “prerogative” at the time? And most of us found out she was indeed going to perform those songs and it was so disappointing that we didn’t get to ever see it.
But what came from this was more than disappointment, it was concern. Out of the blue on January 4th 2019, she made a post on social media and she mentioned that her father got sick and almost died and that she had to take time to take care of him. She canceled the entire residency....
Nobody wants to question the authenticity of something like this, how could you? But then out of nowhere she disappeared off social media and wasn’t seen anywhere in public. It’s as if she disappeared for a few months and at this point we were living in limbo as to what was going on with her and if she was okay...
A few months later, come April, Britney out of nowhere made a post about taking space and focusing on self care. Which had a lot of fans wondering what was going on but still had everyone excited to finally hear from her. Turned out, TMZ was releasing information to the public that she had been in a mental health facility getting help.
Nobody ever knew the real story behind this. But the podcast “Britney’s gram” basically got a tip from a paralegal who had inside scoop as to what really was possibly going on. It seemed Britney had been held in a facility against her will for months, and so much more. It seemed the story about her father being ill was fabricated so that they could cover up what was really happening.
All in all so many things started making sense. It was a dark time for the Britney army. From what we were learning is that she was forced into a lot of things, such as the tour she did over that summer, meet and greets, and starting the new domination residency. She seemed to be this puppet who was a money making machine for her father and anyone else who was in control of her....
This all goes back to 2007 when Britney had a breakdown which almost tarnished her career. She got the help she needed but right away, back in 2008, she had released a new album called “circus” and a tour and was already diving back into work without taking a much needed break to really recover. We all know she hasn’t been exactly the same since before 2007, but us fans love her so much that it didn’t matter to us. As long as she was alive and well, and of course still making music and performing for us....
Deep down over the years something never felt right to me but I was too scared to admit it. I felt someone was forcing her into all of this and that she wasn’t happy. I don’t know for sure obviously, this is just speculation, and the sad thing is speculating about this nowadays can get you in trouble. But using my free speech right as a fan I can express the concern I was feeling at the time without being punished for it....
After the breakdown she was put into a conservatorship. I am not going to deny that at the time it was appropriate. She was spiraling out of control and had her kids taken away. What didn’t make sense, and will never make sense to me, is that the conservatorship still exists almost 13 years later now...How on earth does someone who works nonstop, can get out of bed, feed themselves, and take care of themselves need to be in a conservatorship? Someone who works the job that she does? Makes no sense!
None of it made sense to me. And when these things were coming out to the public it made the fans outraged and the Britney army became a fighting force trying really hard to fight for her to get out of it. It was a dark time for me as well in my life, and I couldn’t believe this was happening to Britney at the same time...
The “FREE BRITNEY” movement became so popular it was all over the headlines. There were so many different stories coming out, I have to admit it was hard to keep track. But some things were painfully obvious. I won’t get into what was because I don’t want to get in trouble for stating an opinion. It was all painfully hard to watch...
I believe the outrage that came from fans, the protests, it shined a light on her situation and other people who go through conservatorship abuse. Apparently it’s very common and hardly spoken about. I strongly suggest people do research on this, it’s a terrible thing. The person literally loses majority of their rights, cannot make decisions for themselves, and in cases where its abused its like being a prisoner.
For a lot of us, we stopped caring about Britney the performer, but started caring about Britney the person. No human being should have to endure what she has over these years. Recently I watched the movie “Judy” about the story of Judy Garland’s last days. If you take a look at her life, it was awful. She was forced to starve herself when she was a kid and take all kinds of pills. Diet pills, pills to stay awake, and she had no control over her own money. Her kids were taken away from her and she had to keep performing just to try and earn a living despite all the money she had made and had no access to. She was used and abused, and it made me think so much about Britney and what she possibly could have been through her entire life and what she is going through now.
It doesn’t help that some fans/people were being hateful. Some were pulling through for her but once she started posting on social media again they stopped caring. Some got bored and just wanted new music from her. Some were saying cruel things about her appearance. Which clearly was upsetting her, as she had made several posts about mean comments on her Instagram and how it was hurting her feelings. The one thing social media has blessed us with, is seeing the ugly in people. People can be so cruel behind a phone or computer screen but I am sure in person they wouldn’t have the guts....
This “free Britney” movement has seemed to die down a little bit. I think because a lot of us are just waiting for her court dates to come. She is not allowed to see her children, she’s given more money to Kevin Federline, there’s so much going on, it’s hard to keep up. She also posts a lot more on Instagram which I think has distracted folks.
I don’t think it’s anyone’s job to fight for her if they don’t care anymore or don’t want to, and that’s fair. A lot of us are battling our own every day battles and I get that. I also toned it down and was going hard for her for the longest. But I still am rooting for her. I still am hoping she will get her freedom. I am even participating in a “free Britney” rally in New York City when she has her court date on 1/22/2020. It’s happening in Union Square if anyone is interested.
As much as I hope Britney the performer comes back, has a new tour or residency, makes new music, I pray Britney the person is okay first and foremost. She might just be a pop star to some, but for me she has helped saved my life in many ways. It’s why I care tremendously about her.
I pray that only good things happen from here on out. Since January 4th 2019 it’s been a rollercoaster for us Britney fans, and Britney herself. She seems stable and steady now and I just pray from here on out it only continues to get better. Most of all, I pray she will eventually be able to speak her truth, and tell her story herself some day. Maybe most of us have been wrong this entire time, maybe there’s more to it than we know, I just pray someday, we will know the truth, her truth!
Song to go with post:
Took me to heaven and let me fall down
Now that it's over I'm gonna carry on
Lifted me up and watched me stumble
After the heartache I'm gonna carry on
Living for love
I'm living for love
I'm not giving up
I'm gonna carry on
Living for love
I'm living for love
Not gonna stop
Love's gonna lift me up
-Madonna: Living for Love
It seems I created this blog to reflect on everything I’ve been through this past year. And man was it a hell of a lot...I really had the hardest year of my life. Going through a breakup, loss of friends, betrayals, and making some of the biggest mistakes of my life to cope with it all. It all happened consecutively back to back throughout the year and felt like a never ending rollercoaster. My anxiety and depression were at an all time high and was the worst it’s ever been. And I’m finally on this journey of self reflection and doing better for myself. It’s been over a year long journey but going through it by myself during the hardest times of it all was the worst. I did not know what to do, I felt so lost....But I am thankful for those who did come through for me, who have gone above and beyond for me this year, and who continue to do so. I am not sure I would be here right now if it weren’t for these amazing friends and family that I have in my life....
I started the year off by spending New Year’s Eve on my couch alone while my ex was sleeping in our bedroom. I had a bottle of champagne I finished by myself and drank Jameson while crying like a pathetic baby. It made me think I was starting the year off in the worst way possible but there wasn’t anyone I wanted to spend the holiday with and I did not know where to turn.
Shortly after on January 4th, the world got the worst news ever. Britney Spears was canceling her new Las Vegas residency where I had a whole trip planned with fellow Britney fans, some of which I was going to meet for the first time, others I had already met.
It was so crushing because while going through my breakup, from the very start of it, I had to watch supposed best friends of mine hangout with my ex every other weekend, unintentionally (I must say) helping him go on his own journey to move on where he was running and doing marathons bettering himself with them. They didn’t think that maybe they should have held off on that for a while and they were hardly reaching out to me or showing minimal support throughout those first few months, so I felt I needed this trip and experience more than anything.
I needed to be with my new friends and see my favorite princess of pop to lift my spirits and get me out of the funk. But even that opportunity had to be taken from me, and I knew it just was not going to be my year. On top of it Britney was all over the headlines for months because she seemed to be dealing with another break down with everything she was going through. I swear it seems throughout my entire life of being a life long fan, every time she was going through something seemed to occur during the same exact time I was going through something. And it’s part of why I love her so much, especially since she’s such an inspiration because she always keeps her head up and comes out of it stronger and better than ever. And that’s what I was and am hoping for myself.
By the end of January leading into February I still had a solo trip planned to go to Vegas. It was to see Lady GaGa and travel to the Grand Canyon. I saw two of her Enigma shows and saw her Jazz show on my last night. Honestly I am beyond thankful that I still at least had this trip.
Although for me, Vegas does not feel like Vegas without Britney there, I still ended up having the best time ever and the best trip of my life. And I was worried that it wouldn’t end up that way. I made lots of friends a long the way during my trip. Hooked up with two guys that went awfully but were funny stories to share, I even went clubbing by myself and had the best time. Went to Brunch on the top of the stratosphere and even went on rides on top of the hotel. Went to Fremont and drank Jameson out of a ginormous replica of the Christmas Story leg. Standing on the edge of a cliff at the Grand Canyon was one of the scariest things I’ve ever done but it was also very exhilarating and made me feel strong and like I could do anything. GaGa’s beautiful words of encouragement about finding kindness within yourself and for your enemies truly helped save my soul, and I hope one day I will be lucky enough to meet her so I can thank her. I needed that more than ever at that time. So in a way something finally went right in my life....
Before I left for the trip I was still missing my ex and felt like a mess. I longed for him and was hoping by some chance we would get back together even though it was obvious and I found enough evidence to see he was already having fun and moving on with his life. I had left him this long letter hoping it would help bring us back to talking about trying again. But on the solo trip I realized that was a huge mistake and that it needed to end.
No matter how hard it was to admit and to deal with, I realized he had to leave the apartment and my life so I could finally try to move on in the ways he was doing so easily. Or what seemed to be so easily. I also realized I was too angry about him hanging out with my friends, it’s felt like a knife in the back from all of them. I felt at the time it was appropriate for them to just step back from that for my sake, despite anything, and that my friends who I had known since high school who I’ve gone above and beyond for over the years and been very supportive to, especially during relationship issues, loses, etc. should have taken space from him to be there for me.
I’m not saying end the friendship with him completely, in some ways it wasn’t even possible and I understood that. I just was shown minimal support and it was bad timing on their end and should’ve been thought about....And I would be lying if I said they didn’t eventually try but at the point that they did it was months into the breakup and I was at my lowest and it just was too late for me.
The trip made me realize I needed to remove all the toxic people out of my life and I needed to learn to be selfish and put myself first. So when I came back that’s exactly what I did. I told my ex I should not have left the letter and that it was time he started working on moving out. And I chose to end friendships even though it was not easy. I do have to admit that months after he moved out I still was holding on a little bit and was letting him in, it wasn’t till I learned some hurtful things that occurred while we were together (to add to the list and since the truth ALWAYS comes out) that I finally let him go entirely, and it definitely was very hard to finally let go. Sometimes I still miss him and wonder about a lot but I know I had to do what was right for me.
I realize I cannot play one hundred percent victim here. With my ex I definitely had my faults and made mistakes and they were bad, some were downright cruel. I didn’t realize how much resentment I had deep down for all the things he had put me through over the years from the very beginning till the end. I put it all in a box and buried it because despite anything I wanted to be with him and just deal with it all so that we could make it work. But doing that only made me push him away because I ended up not being so kind a lot of the time and wanting space because of how hurt I was from things that had happened and were happening. It’s not right no matter what he was putting me through and I need to admit that. And because of this, for a while I did blame myself for the downfall of our relationship. I felt like I was crazy and mean and that that was why I pushed him away and why he left me. It took a lot for me to eventually validate my feelings over the years and I no longer blame myself, but I do still take responsibility for where I was to blame....
And with my friends I can’t play victim all the way either. I was with my ex 7 years and of course he was going to make friends with my friends. I totally get that. I’ve also been in the situation before where I was friends with peoples exes or made friends through other friends. It would be hypocritical not to admit that. And for a while I realized I was being a little bit ridiculous about being so angry about their friendship with him. And I did get to a point where I realized I was wrong for that BUT even with this I had to also learn to validate my feelings. I still expected so much more from them when this occurred. I still felt like I was not getting any support when I have done so much for them over the years and that they were spending more time with him.
I also can’t play victim all the way with them because I chose to end the friendships without explanation. I did not sit down and talk with these people and tell them how I felt. But in reality how could I? I was busy trying to fix myself and heal from the pain of losing the person I loved the most, also didnt help to see your supposed best friends in constant pictures on social media with someone you love and miss the most. With someone who hurt you. The people who should be there lifting you up and supporting you.
I am not sorry that I handled it the way that I did. But I do take responsibility for how I handled it. I just ghosted them. But it didn’t help that they didn’t realize how much it hurt and that I ended up being the bad guy in their side of the story for reacting the way that I did. I have no regrets.
There are two reasons why I didn’t have a talk with them. My whole life whether it be from my ex or family members, whenever I felt a certain way about something I have been told I was crazy. I was made to feel that my feelings were not validated and that I was either making things up or interpreting things wrong. And that is part of why I didn’t bother because I knew that was the reaction I was going to get.
But I also felt like I’ve had discussions about what should happen if this were to happen, I felt like I’ve done too much for them, and I couldn’t be bothered anymore to fix it. Also how can you possibly fix a friendship when you’re dealing with a breakup and at your lowest and trying to heal and fix yourself? This was more than a breakup, we were adults living together and were together 7 years and built a whole life together, it was more like a divorce. It is not the time to fix friendships. But some people are too selfish to understand that...
While dealing with the pain of all these things I still was trying to be the typical friend that I always was to the others that were still in my life. I was the type who has always done too much for people. I’m like a therapist for some or financially I throw money away on people trying to help them out and participate in things giving my all 100 percent. Even if I’m dealing with something personally, I usually put it to the side, bury it in a box, and do the most to help people out. I’ve done this for years and years. But the more time that was going by this year the more I realized I couldn’t give my all anymore, no matter how much I tried, I just couldn’t.
It didn’t help that I was making terrible choices to cope with this breakup. I sunk myself into a shit ton of credit card debt. I just would spend money on things to try and fill the void of what was missing. Buying shit at least gave me temporary happiness and fulfillment. But when it came to the time for him to leave I did not have a dime saved. I also didn’t expect the breakup to happen when I was in debt at first and had no issue paying it off till I realized I had to live on my own. And taking on the bills alone was a complete hardship. Being single, living alone in NYC is not cheap, especially when you don’t make good money. So I now was taking on the stress and anxiety of taking on all these bills by myself and trying to pay off debts. It was literally another thing I had to go through while going through everything else.
I was committed to something for a friend where I did my best to make it work. I considered this person a best friend and I agreed to participate because I wanted to be there for them. And this person absolutely knew everything and every detail of my financial situation and of all the things that were going on in my life. I spent most of the first half of the year with this person over anyone else. And as the commitment came close and there was a mishap with something we planned to do that would cause us to spend more money at the last minute, I realized I had to pull out of one event that was apart of the commitment due to financial issues that were out of my control while I was going to shell out money for all the other things we had planned to do. And when this happened this person threw a tantrum like a spoiled brat who didn’t get their way and I was treated like a piece of shit. It was literally unbelievable.
The person stooped so low to throw things in my face and try to embarrass me about my situation. The person tried to make me out to be fake and as if I wasn’t doing my best and didn’t want anything to do with what I committed to. Which really hurt because I truly was excited to be apart of it and it was the best distraction to have to keep me busy during the lowest time of my life. This person stooped so low to talk shit about me on social media and make me out to be this person I was not. While knowing every single thing I was going through. This was more hurtful than anything. And after everything we spoke it out but I received a half ass apology where the person was still mostly defensive. So, I decided for my mental health I did not deserve to be treated like that after everything I had already been through, and I decided to cut the person off and pulled out of the commitment all together...
Again maybe another situation where I can’t play victim entirely but the person couldn’t just let it go there. This person has been all about revenge since they were a child and hasn’t grown up one bit since. So months later they continued to try and hurt me by even taking a picture with my ex at an event they were at with others I no longer talk to and posting it, knowing it would get back to me. This person at first was the only one I vented to the most about everything. They agreed with me, listened to everything. Wasn’t even really friends with my ex either like that....This was done on spite and honestly I find it very evil. But hey, another lesson learned....
That was hurtful to me on so many levels from all of them. It was done on purpose just to hurt me. It’s sick because I feel like I am in high school with all of this bull shit where there are 29-30 something year olds involved. I never imagined this would be my life at this point, but here I am living it. How someone can do this I don’t know, but some people don’t ever grow up. As Cher once sang, “don’t you sometimes wish your heart was made of stone?” I wish mine was because I honestly wish I never cared about any of this childish bull shit as much as I did. It sounds like a high school drama on TV.
See, some people don’t realize how much their actions can truly hurt someone. To the point where the person is contemplating suicide. But you have to be a special kind of narcissist to be able to do these things and play victim while doing it. And I did realize that throughout my entire life I tend to attract narcissists, be it as friends or romantically. And that also is where it’s partly my fault because of the bad choices I have continued to make and situations I put myself in. Someway, somehow I got through all of this and continued to try to keep pushing.
I will say there are always two sides to every story. Although some things I’ve heard that have come from the other side when defending themselves was absolutely not true. I am not calling them liars though because maybe they actually believe/think certain conversations were had or certain things happened that in my gut I know absolutely did not.....But everyone interprets things differently sometimes....I also admit maybe I interpreted some things wrong....My brain literally was not functioning 100 percent during all of this.
I need to make it clear I am not putting this all out there to play victim or seek revenge or get attention. Writing this all out has only helped me heal and feel better each day. I did realize while going through all of this that I handled it all completely wrong. I handled it like a child.
I would put sad music on and drink at home till I would black out and get sick. I was literally trying to drink myself to death. Sometimes I would cry, scream, break things. And then I’d be blackout drunk and post subliminal posts and messages on social media. I think it was my way of releasing everything I was holding in. It was my way of telling the ones who hurt me I was hurting without directly doing it. And that was definitely wrong and childish. And I already know in their stories I am the wrong one. These people don’t acknowledge me when they see me even though I have acknowledged them. I do not know how to play that game....But so be it.
They are mad because I cut them off and even chose to not go to important events they were having. I just felt like when I was not getting support or was getting shitted on, I couldn’t be there for them anymore. I’m not sorry about it. Again, no regrets. But one day I am open to making peace and just moving on. If they are open to that great, if not that is fine with me as well. I cannot hold on to anger, sadness, and heartbreak for the rest of my life. And I can’t let all these things I’ve been through bring me down for the rest of my life. I am still hurting, healing, angry, and sad but little by little I am improving. And that is part of why I started this blog. I did it for myself to continue to help myself heal and move on. This is all a self reflection and I can’t make it anymore clear that I’m not trying to play victim or hurt anyone.
Then there are the friends who have had crisis after crisis over the years and I would play therapist or hold their hand through all of it. Some of them weren’t there for me as much as I would be for them, and some I expected more from, some I didn’t expect anything from. I knew they had their own issues, issues too severe, and that they couldn’t possibly be supportive to me.
Unfortunately I had to distance myself or cut a lot of these people off as well. I just couldn’t mentally do it anymore. I couldn’t be a constant shoulder to cry on, a savior, be Jesus Christ, or be supportive any longer. Some of them I do feel horrible about, it was unintentional and I am sure they are angry with me, but while going through all of this, how could I possibly put it all to the side and be all ears and lend my support? Not when I was a hot mess trying to fix and better myself...
There was a time this year where I seriously almost considered going to a mental health facility because of how mentally damaged I was. I also was considering rehab. It is something that maybe I should have done because maybe I would have made less mistakes. I wanted to end my life. I was in therapy this year and it did not work or go well for me. It really is a shame that most health insurances don’t cover sufficient mental health care. My therapist was a young lady who seemed like she was a student. She was always nervous and even would cry when I would go through every detail of what I was going through. It was not very helpful for me and was too costly considering I had to take on so many bills on my own. Eventually she actually “broke up” with me because I think she could tell it wasn’t going anywhere....I am thankful that someway, some how I was able to find strength and get myself through this on my own. It was not easy doing it by myself.
Despite some of the horrible things I’ve been through and experienced this year, there still were plenty of amazing moments. I am thankful for the friends and family I do have. I feel like they’ve truly seen what I was going through and have gone above and beyond for me in ways nobody else ever has.
I am thankful to my friends Zenek and Nancy. We reconnected over the summer and as I shared with them everything I was going through I could literally feel their genuine sympathy and empathy. It almost felt like they were feeling my pain for me as I told them everything that was going on. And they have gone above and beyond to make me feel special and to show me I should be treated in the ways I’ve treated my friends over the years.
I am also thankful to my amazing friends Amanda and Stella for always being beyond generous to me and lending me their shoulders to cry on. It also helps that we share an obsession with Britney Spears and can obsess over her together. They have gone above and beyond for me in so many ways this year and I am so grateful.
I also am grateful for my coworkers Taisha and Alicia. I spent the entire year venting to Taisha during my lunch breaks and she was so supportive and kind to me. Alicia has also guided me into making this website and has lifted me up with her positivity and outlook on life.
My birthday this year would’ve been the hardest ever because my ex and I shared the same birthday and it was going to be my first birthday alone. Thanks to my friends and family I had the best birthday ever.
The weekend before my 29th birthday Zenek and Nancy treated me to a weekend get away to Atlantic City and we had the best time ever. Going to the beach, listening to good music and just relaxing and enjoying ourselves. They also bought me a crown! I’ve never had anyone do so much for me for my birthday.
My mom got me a ticket to see Madonna. I went to the Madame X tour with my two coworkers and had an amazing seat and time. How many people are lucky enough to see their favorite queen on their birthday? Such a small intimate show and I got to hear her new album live. I also was lucky enough that back in June I won tickets to see her do an interview with iHeart Radio and I actually got to speak to her and go up to her. That is a moment I will live with for the rest of my life.
During my birthday week my best friend Amanda came to visit from Kansas for the second time. First time was back in June and it was her first time coming to New York, we did cute touristy things and saw Ariana Grande in concert. This time when she came for my birthday we had dinner with my parents and went out on the town and just had a fun weekend filled with slumber parties and Britney music videos, we also had an amazing time with Stella when she joined us on our adventures. It truly was a birthday for the books and I am thankful for all of it other wise I would’ve been down and miserable.
In 2019 I went to a lot of concerts and shows. I saw Lady GaGa 3 times while I was in Vegas. I saw comedian Andy Borowitz at BAM in Brooklyn with my cousin and our friends. I then took myself to see the Cher show on broadway which got me totally into Cher. I saw Ariana Grande’s sweetener tour with Amanda, we also saw the Lion King on broadway which is one of my favorite broadway shows. I saw my favorite band Blondie in concert in Forest Hills over the summer and that was a lot of fun. I then went to Madonna’s Madame X tour twice, once on my birthday and then her final show in October in Brooklyn. I ended the year by seeing iconic legend Cher.
I would have seen Britney if her residency didn’t get canceled (FREE BRITNEY! By the way!) The concerts took me out of my element and lifted my spirits. Music really has saved my life over and over again since I was a child and it still does to this day. I love the stereotypical queens all the gays love, but for me it’s more than stereotypical. It’s personal. Their music has helped give me strength and has helped get me through the toughest times.
My first year living alone since April has been amazing too despite having severe financial issues and major depression. I love my apartment. I decided to decorate for Halloween and have a Halloween party and it was really fun. I also decided to go all out and decorate for Christmas and host a Christmas party. I think doing things like this helps the sadness and depression be a little bit at ease. The ambiance of the apartment is very comforting and relaxing.
I encourage anyone who is alone this year and feeling lonely to do the same. Lift yourself up, decorate your apartment, house, or bedroom. Don’t wallow in self pity and be miserable during the holiday season. You only need yourself at the end of the day.
I actually have done more Christmas events than ever this year. I went to our holiday party at work, I dressed up as rock star Santa and went to Santa con with coworkers, and I celebrated both Christmas Eve and Christmas Day with my family. It definitely helped me feel a little joy and happiness compared to Christmas last year.
I am thankful for my parents for stepping it up and helping me out during this difficult time. Whether it was financially or emotionally. I was able to get things I really needed and I don’t know what I would have done other wise.
I also am thankful for my current job. I started there just as my breakup occurred. I was miserable at all my other jobs over the years. But with this job I feel very respected, I love my boss, my coworkers, and I love what I do. I am glad that at least went well in my life because the last few jobs did contribute to my depression and anxiety and I can’t imagine having gone through what I’ve been through while working anywhere else. Work helps me keep busy and it’s a plus that I’m surrounded by wonderful people and a great team!
All in all the year I had and the things I’ve been through sound awful but believe it or not I am very grateful for it all. Sure I’m still angry, sad, and healing but the experiences needed to happen so my life could go in the direction it finally needed to go. I couldn’t go on with my life in the way it was going. And although it hurt like hell, I needed to see people’s true colors to clear the negativity out of my life. I still wish them all well and hope they’re happy and healthy. I still am struggling in so many ways but I no longer drink myself half to death in the ways that I did or make the same mistakes I was making.
Although these things are still on my mind a lot, I no longer let it control my life. Healing is a process and writing this all out and sharing it has truly helped me. And I hope it helps others who have gone through the same or something similar. I am not quite sure how far this will go but sharing my stories and experiences have helped me heal a lot and even helped me see some things differently. To those of you who took the time to read all this I thank you and truly appreciate it.
Happy new year everyone! 2020 is the start of a new decade, it’s the year I turn 30, and I am feeling confident it finally will be different and better than the past year and a half I’ve had. I hope the same for everyone in my life!
Just some of the songs that have gotten me through the year:
Madonna Living for Love:
Madonna Extreme Occident:
Madonna Human Nature:
Madonna X-static Process:
Britney Spears Stronger:
Britney Spears Why Should I Be Sad?:
Britney Spears Everytime:
Britney Spears To Love Let Go:
Cher Heart Of Stone:
Cher Strong Enough:
A Great Big World And Christina Aguilera Say Something:
Christina Aguilera Hurt:
Beyonce Hold Up:
Lady GaGa Million Reasons:
Lady GaGa Ft. Bradley Cooper Shallow:
Lady GaGa Always Remember Us This Way:
Lady GaGa Bang Bang (My Baby Shot Me Down):
Selena Gomez Lose You To Love Me:
Janet Jackson Well Traveled:
Janet Jackson Someone To Call My Lover:
Ariana Grande In My Head:
Ariana Grande Thank U, Next:
Ariana Grande No Tears Left To Cry:
Miley Cyrus Nothing Breaks Like a Heart:
Blondie Heart Of Glass:
Fleetwood Mac Landslide:
Gwen Stefani Used To Love You:
Edith Piaf No Regrets:
I sometimes have to ask myself that why at almost 30 I still go for the wrong men? After seven years of being in a relationship with the wrong guy you would think by now that I would have learned and would be doing better for myself. But nope...
Let’s get into it. So far I have discussed my past relationship and dating culture for gay men (at least my experience). Now let’s dive into why we choose the men that we choose.
As Britney once sang “There’s only two types of people in the world, the ones that entertain, and the ones that observe”. Well there are also people who have confidence and people who don’t. Obviously those of us who don’t have confidence go for these men that are absolute pieces of shit because we feel we can’t do better. Right? It’s truly sad....
I have been single for over a year. It was a weird process putting myself out there again. Part of me felt like I would never date again and that I would just wallow in misery and be alone forever. But the other part of me told myself I’m still too young (and decent looking enough) that I can’t waste my life away and not try to see whose out there and maybe the possibility of finding my Prince Charming who will show me what real love feels like for the first time ever...Well here’s where I fucked up...Prince charming doesn’t exist. It seems anyone who acts like Prince Charming is only doing it to feed off their ego and get something that they want till they are finished. Okay, I’m not trying to sound too negative, I am sure Prince Charming exists he is just not what we envision.
Putting myself out there again, most of the guys I have met over the year just were not my cup of tea. Maybe I wasn’t quite over my ex yet or ready to try again. I just constantly felt dissatisfied and would lose interest fast.
It basically took a year till finally I found someone who peaked my interest. He was exactly my type looks wise, but age wise he was 5 years younger than me, and that is something I wouldn’t typically go for. Beautiful face. Hung penis, beautiful ass. A man of color....However with his good looks he had this charm that would take me so out of reality it almost felt magical and irrational at the same time.
I’ve been in a very dark place this year considering everything I’ve been through. And it will take a lot for me to be able to trust someone again. But I also have been extremely vulnerable and that is something I realized a lot of us need to work on before getting into the dating game. We need to be less vulnerable because with vulnerability comes lack of thinking clearly. When you’re a vulnerable person you can be very gullible as well. It had me head over heals. This person lived 3 hours away from me and I took the plunge and went to visit him. Something I’d never do in a million years. I felt crazy but felt like I had to meet him because of how sweet he seemed besides being beautiful.
But I made the mistake everyone makes. We were talking for two months but I did see nudes of him and we FaceTimed a lot and eventually we were being sexual on FaceTime, jerking off while doing it. Something I never ever did before. And then when I went of course we hooked up when typically if I like someone I like to wait. And this is why it didn’t work out....Because obviously if you like someone and rush into sex you will get hurt. And usually if I like a guy I always wait. I waited a while with my ex. We’d have sleep overs and everything before we had sex. We would just make out for hours and go to sleep. But since this guy lived so far away and I wasn’t sure when we’d see each other again, I couldn’t resist. Although I was nervous as fuck. Just like a school girl....I felt stupid because I should have known...
If someone lures you in with sweet talk and gives you roses, and has you fantasizing about your future together, it will make you catch feelings right away and take you all the way in without thinking realistically. Especially since when I got there he surprised me with roses and had my favorite love song playing “La Vie En Rose” when we met, and it took me by surprise because no one ever did that for me before....I was so excited. Too excited...Now I unfortunately cannot bare to hear that song because it has been ruined for me.
But As Madonna has one sang “long stem roses are the way to your heart but he needs to start with your head”....Point taken because when I received roses for the very first time, all rationale went out the window, and I thought this guy was perfect...Silly me...Again....
This is something that has always been my problem. The story is always the same. I meet a cute guy, we have great conversation and a great connection. I am a bit standoffish and timid when it comes to sex. He starts being overly sexual with me when we are talking, I get shy, so he tries to sweet talk my ears, tell me all the things I want to hear, makes me think it’s safe, and when I give in, all the romantic shit goes out the window. And I become the one whose trying, doing all the work, and chasing. This is exactly what happened with my ex even though we did end up together, I pushed hard to get him to give me the time of day and bring me into his life. It basically was seven years of chasing and me trying....He did try in his own way but no matter what he couldn’t give his all to me or let me all the way in. And of course who becomes the crazy one? The person who tries the most...
Out of all the guys I met this year, some had great potential, who did I fall for? Not the ones who gave me the time of day and continued to show interest. I fell for the one who went above and beyond to lure me in...The one who I opened up to about so much, who then slowly but surely pushed me away and made it obvious he no longer was interested without saying it....Yet would still hit me up if I didn’t hit him up, and told me he didn’t want me to think he didn’t like me. He kept me hanging on by a thread. This is the type of guy who wanted me to chase him while I found myself waiting for him to make a move he was never going to make.
I found myself losing sleep hoping he’d have some magical explanation as to why things changed and talk to me in the ways he did before. I found myself hoping he’d apologize and have the best reason. Waiting for a FaceTime call since he lives so far away. But instead he was showing me minimal conversation and had made it clear that he wanted to be chased. It’s sick because up until when we met he said everything he needed to say to convince me he was safe, that I should give him a chance, and that I deserved the world. Would send me love songs every day. I felt our time together even went well considering he made an Instagram post of pix of us together after I left claiming I was his “bae” and “Italian Stallion”. I’m not quite sure what happened where he no longer became interested but he did admit to me he had mental issues and does this all the time and doesn’t know why but that he still liked me....The typical guy I’ve always gone for ::sigh:: I had to really take time and tell myself I deserved better. I should not be chasing a child who has a lot to learn, who lives far away at that, and I just cannot try and teach someone how to love...Could not do that to myself again.
So what happened when I experienced this in the past? Instead of just ghosting and blocking the guys and moving on, I made myself wonder what the fuck was it I was hoping to gain out of these situations? Why could I not let go and why would I keep waiting and continue to try the most and hold on? It’s pathetic.
I can at least say what has changed compared to the past is that I am no longer going to try and wait around. Unfortunately with “roses” guy, I waited far too long but luckily it could’ve been longer than it was and I did not do the most nor did I try, I had enough strength to learn from my past and stop myself. For that I am grateful....
It got to a point where we’d skip a day or more of talking, I kind of left the ball in his court for when we would talk, and I refused to beg or chase. This was something I used to do a lot when I was younger and with my ex and it is not healthy. It made me insecure. But the one mistake I saw myself making with “roses” guy was waiting. Waiting is the worst. Waiting makes you crazy, waiting causes anxiety, and it only makes you think the worst possible things about yourself. It makes you feel like you are not enough. I felt incredibly stupid as I saw myself making excuses for him and repeating the same bull shit I went through years ago....
On Madonna’s new album “Madame X” she has a song called “Crazy”. It is my favorite song on the album because it basically describes the types of relationships I have had and go for.
“I spent all night waiting up. It’s gon be the last night I wait up for you. Spent a long time wakin up. Used to think that I was not enough for you. Now I see that I’m just way too much. You got your hands full, I misunderstood. Now I see that I’m who I can trust, and you gotta lot of wrong you’re tryna make good. But if you think I’ve been foolish and you only fool me once I guess it’s shame on you. Said now if you think I’ve been foolish and you keep trying to do it, baby Ima switch up plans on you. Cause you driving me crazy. You must think I’m crazy”.
And she goes into basically how the guy must think she’s crazy because of how she’s acting even though he lured her in and it was all just a game he was trying to make her play, while she was falling for him and praising him like he was god. But then she ends up being the crazy one even though he brought her in just to push her out. The song is an anthem for people like me who go through this and need to learn to let go.
So why do we do this? I believe it’s not so much because we fell for the person and feel stuck. I think it’s because a lot of us are battling insecurities. I personally suffer from severe body dysmorphia. This is something I’m not totally comfortable admitting, especially to guys when I meet them. However I do open up about being insecure and how I feel he might not be attracted to me once he sees me in person. I try not too harp on it too much though because I know when it comes to dating it is important to not show too much vulnerability and to show more confidence. Unfortunately the more vulnerability you show, the more likely you will be taken advantage of.
This last guy reassured me he’d be even more attracted to me after meeting me in person. Either he lied just to manipulate me, or he ended up not being attracted to me as he thought. Maybe attraction wasn’t the issue for him, but for me it’s what I harp on. Because people who suffer from body dysmorphia are literally obsessed with how they look and always think they aren’t good enough. So I can’t help it. And I think for me, the waiting and holding on occurs because I am looking for validation. I want to know he still finds me attractive and thinks I’m “the most gorgeous man in the world” as he used to tell me. I want to know I am good enough. And even though he’s showing me in his own way I am not good enough, I had trouble facing that and just cutting him off, because I was holding on to hope that he maybe is just going through something which is why he was being distant and showing loss of interest. I was starting to come up with a million excuses for him that he hadn’t even brought up to me, just to keep holding on and to keep waiting for something to happen. It’s sick because it’s exactly what I did with my ex when I went through everything I did with him. But the second I realized I was repeating that pattern, I realized more and more, it was time to let go.
I found strength....After seeing Cher in concert and hearing her powerful songs about finding strength and moving on... I also decided to use Madonna’s song to move forward. I could not let him drive me crazy. I would not let him drive me crazy. And I would not sit around and wait any longer. More importantly I would not allow myself to make the same mistake I made for seven years. So I decided to cut him off.
I will say that for some reason it was easier to cut off anyone but this person was the hardest. This is why I have taken and dealt with a lot of abuse in my life. We need to learn that good looks aren’t always everything and neither is a good personality. You have to really take it slow and feel someone out because if you rush, most times someone will catch feelings and someone will get hurt. I can’t say this enough....
So what’s my goal? Keep learning to focus on myself. Be content with being alone. Not let this bring me down. I had a rough year and this is exactly what I didn’t need to occur, because it has completely set me back emotionally when I was doing much better. But at the same time, I did need it to happen. It’s a wakeup call. I need to finally learn and stop making the same mistakes and making the same bad choices. I need to learn to love myself above everything else. I am almost 30 years old and threw a lot of my life away trying to make a relationship work, trying to make friendships work, trying to be there for everyone but myself and it all bit me in the ass. Life is too short to throw your life away on people who will not appreciate you or treat you the way you deserve to be treated....Don’t go for second best kids! Put your love to the test! Make him express how he feels and baby then you’ll know your love is real :)
I’m not sure if this is just a bunch of rambling to those of you who are reading this crap. But if anyone, even just one person relates to any of the stories I share, it would make me happy. Sometimes I feel like I’m the only person in the world going through these things and that a lot of it is it in my head and I am just “crazy”. But I know there must be others who are going through or have gone through the same. Just know you are not alone, and even if we don’t know each other, we are in this together. Don’t let anyone drive you crazy. Even if they think you’re crazy! Stay true to your truth and have some self respect for yourselves! ;)
Songs that inspired this post are:
Crazy by Madonna:
Express Yourself by Madonna:
Sex and the city is basically the gospel of dating for women in New York. The show has been off the air for over 15 years yet not much has changed since then besides dating apps and social media. But the question is, where is the gospel of dating for gay men in New York?
I feel like almost every single in New York has the same kind of stories. You meet someone, it’s either a disaster or very exciting at first, but in the end it leads to nowhere. Someone loses interest and someone gets hurt.
I was in a relationship at a pretty young age at 20 years old. And it lasted for about 7 years. I am now 29. It took me a while to be able to date again. And pushing 30, having a different body and different frame of mind when it comes to life, I feel like I know nothing about dating. I wish there was a handbook for this because I feel like a child again trying to meet new guys for the first time ever and I truly feel nothing but lost and overwhelmed.
The fact that I was in a serious committed relationship at such a young age for so long, starting over has felt odd and strange. But after moments of self destruction and over eating mixed with drinking too much and wallowing in depression, I got to a point where I had to pick myself up and put myself out there.
I am gay. Gay culture when it comes to dating is the worst. I’m not sure if it’s the same for all gays, but for me meeting guys is always a challenge. I almost never meet a guy in person. I always have to find guys on dating apps and websites. The apps I use are: Grindr, GROWLR, tinder, plenty of fish, okcupid, hinge, scruff, Taimi, and adam4adam. Wow, typing that all out I am almost embarrassed by how many dating apps I am a member of. But it seems to be the same pattern on every single site, and it always goes in two ways: Someone is desperate for sex or someone is desperate for a relationship. It’s hard to find someone who doesn’t like to rush into things and who will take it slow and actually get to know someone.
Let’s talk about this....It’s 2019 and yet a lot of men are still in the closet. I guess it shows that we still have a lot of progress to make when it comes to the LGBT community even though we have made it very far. But I do not understand for the life of me why men hide their faces on their profiles, refuse to share their picture and think that it’s actually going to go somewhere? I understand everyone’s situation is different and they maybe in the closet for many reasons. But who in their right mind gives the time of day to someone who does not share their appearance? I mean they’ll share their body parts but not a face picture. You might have a nice dick or a nice ass but isn’t attraction beyond body parts? That’s the one thing that drives me insane. And then they will have the nerve to send unsolicited nudes or ask for nudes without revealing what they look like. It’s just so crazy to me.
Then there are the guys who just send a dick or ass pic in their first message. Maybe I’m boring, prude, and too old fashioned. But that makes me feel violated. I don’t need to see those things right away. I also noticed that most men do not read profiles. They just look at pictures and make all kinds of assumptions without actually feeling you out. I swear it’s one of the most frustrating things when it comes to this wonderful experience. You also realize how superficial men are once they do finally read your profile and give you the time of day.
Next is the really hot guys. They are the weirdest. I am convinced most of them are scam artists, secretly in relationships or just like attention. They only come on the app for about two seconds a day (or week). They say one thing to you and the conversation is nonexistent because they quickly disappear. And you would think that maybe they lost interest but for some reason they always pop right back up randomly (out of nowhere) to say just one line and disappear again. I cannot figure these men out for the life of me.
Last but not least there are the scammers/fake profiles. I love the tag lines on Grindr like “If I’m on here what do you think I’m looking for?” Or “These ‘about mes’ usually make me feel weird. I am an open book, so ask and you shall receive an answer”. They all say the same things and when you message them it’s always some bot saying the most ridiculous shit. Such as “I got the buns, you bring the hot dogs”. Or fake sugar daddies trying to make you their sugar baby with an allowance of a $1,000.00 a week or day. I don’t understand why this is a thing.
So it’s a whole process of going through the down low guys, the guys who send unsolicited nudes, the boring hot guys, and the bots/scammers. And finally if you’re lucky you meet a guy who can carry a conversation, who is cute, and has potential. And from there you go on a journey that can be magical, disastrous, or give you a happy ending (in more ways than one). I am still looking for my happy ending but after everything I went through it’s something sometimes I am not sure if I am ready for, especially with how difficult it is figuring this whole dating thing out.
I ignored red flags when I was with my ex and put up with a lot of shit. I chased him for basically seven years from the beginning till the end. And I have some kind of PTSD from that so I tend to run for the hills the second I see that something doesn’t seem right with a guy. Because of that I may have hurt many guys and have had many situations where I have ghosted men because it was easier than just dealing with ending things and letting them down. I also have been ghosted by men that I was starting to like too. It seems it’s the new thing that people do these days.
I think ghosting has become easy because on most cell phones you can now easily block a number and never deal with the person ever again. I remember when I was dating in my late teens/early twenties, if I was done with a guy I had to just ignore his calls and texts and pray that eventually he would stop. But now it’s just so easy but I always send a goodbye text and give an honest explanation. I feel like it’s the least I can do and I feel that’s what all guys should do but for some reason men like to avoid opening up and being honest and like to take the easy way out of things. Men seem to not take rejection very well at all but also suck at honestly rejecting someone so they just become assholes in a lot of these situations.
Ghosting to me is sometimes necessary. I have met a lot of weirdos. I opened up to one guy about how sometimes I need space. And I went through a period where I needed it, I was honest with him and told him. Two days go by and he makes a fake Snapchat account trying to harass me and it was more than obvious it was him because the guy spoke just like he spoke and used the same exact emojis he always used. It was ridiculous, he was my age not 12. Then he blew up on me because I made a Facebook post but didn’t text him. I forgot to mention he ended up having a boyfriend in the process of us talking but yet proceeded to talk to me and do all of this. I was done I blocked him on all platforms. Another guy seemed really cool, we had good conversation. But then he was moving too fast for my liking. In fact I was creeped out, he talked about living together already and how infatuated he was with me. I had to block him because he was going too fast and was being creepy. He literally messaged me from a different number, then on WhatsApp after I blocked him, tried calling me on WhatsApp, found me on social media and tried messaging me there. It was insane. I don’t understand why some men are like this but thank god for that block option!
I mentioned earlier that men either like to rush into sex or rush into relationships and don’t know how to build a connection. When I was younger I was all for the one night stands. I went to an orgy, had threesomes, I would hook up with half the guys in a bar or club. I did not care who was there or who saw. I’d go on a number of dates per week and just make out all over town. Then I had a serious relationship for seven years and that changed me. I can have a casual encounter with someone but I still need a connection first other wise to me it won’t be good or worth it. Lacking passion and intimacy is terrible sex in my opinion. I also could be romantic and have a relationship with someone but I need time to get to know them. I think the problem is many of the men I find are just inexperienced and haven’t had a serious long term relationship as I have so it’s why I keep meeting these men who just rush into things.
A lot of times when I first meet someone it goes well after the first date. But then as I get to know them more something always goes wrong. But the experiences always help me learn more and more about what I want and what I am looking for.
One guy loved to read books and write poetry. He’d come over my house and read all day and we’d cuddle and drink beers and watch tv. But he was moving too fast for me and he didn’t like that I was moving slow, so it didn’t really go anywhere. It got to the point where I saw he was tweeting about me saying all types of things about me, including quoting conversations and expressing that I was moving too slow for his liking. Mind you he was broke and I was paying for everything each time we’d hangout. I was so frustrated I sent him voice messages explaining why I was done, I blocked him and mailed him his things he had left at my place.
Another guy had “psychic” tendencies and loved reading peoples energies and auras, however he was still hooked on the only person he ever dated (which was for only 3 months), he also was inexperienced when it came to relationships and sex, and did not wish me happy birthday but confessed to me that he was upset that the person he dated three months did not respond to him when he wished him happy birthday, and then did not understand why I was starting to ignore him (Thank you, next).
Another guy worked for broadway and wooed me with dinner and drinks, it was the first time I went on a date and the other person wanted to pay for everything and I couldn’t believe it. He was dreamy but ultimately ghosted me ::sigh:: Then there was the boy who was “separate checks” guy. He was really something else. He was terrible at making conversation, laughed hysterically at his own jokes, and almost killed me because I never heard of the viola before and I thought it was the same thing as the violin. We went to dinner and he asked for separate checks. We then went to a bar and again he asked for separate checks. Look, I don’t need to be paid for, but I think splitting the bill is the appropriate thing to do, but maybe it’s just me. He was dry as hell and boring but still invited me to his viola concert after our first date and after not hearing from him after it for a few weeks, however when I asked him for further details, he never responded to me. Oh well.
Then there was a little person who altered his pictures to make himself look taller. I still gave him a chance when I saw him. Our conversation was dry and I was not really attracted to him, but it is not always about looks. I probably should have left after dinner, but I decided to go to a gay bar with him to get drinks. During conversation, turns out he was a Chris Christie lover, a hardcore Trump supporter and had no issue admitting he hates women with a passion, like won’t talk to them or be friends with them. We argued a lot about this. We had this discussion on a patio while having a smoke. I decided to go to the bar to get us more drinks because I could not deal with this sober. Of course other guys were hitting on me, hot guys at that, but I did not want to be rude. I came up with an excuse and said a friend close by needed me to help her because she was in a crisis. This is where he said, "See this is why I hate women!" We would have had to take the same long train ride home together other wise. I walk him to the train, and he taps my chest, I look down on him, and he gets on his tippy toes and tries to give me a kiss. I felt bad for him at this point, but afterwards I ran back to the bar to get another drink to calm my nerves and I ghosted him without explanation, for that I probably was wrong. Eh.
Finally there was a boy who was five years younger than me. And my god he was the most dreamy. And it was the weirdest situation of my life. I never went for younger and he lived 3 hours away upstate. And he was so sexy and beautiful. And had the most amazing personality. We hit it off fast but it was kind of good he lived far away because we couldn’t rush into things so easily. When he would text me I would get so excited. I hadn’t felt that way since I met my ex. And it was the first time ever since my breakup I really started to catch feelings for someone and it scared the life out of me. It gave me the worst anxiety. But he felt so right. I told him my favorite love song was La Vie En Rose but the Lady GaGa version from A Star is Born. We would talk about our future together and what it would be like if we met each other and how much we longed to experience each other every day. And I couldn’t believe I was actually doing it but I decided to take a train upstate to where he lived and spend a whole weekend with him. I felt like the craziest person ever to do such a thing. For all I knew he was secretly a murderer and was going to kill me. But it was magical. He picked me up from a cab I took from the train. Brought me upstairs to his apartment, made me close my eyes and wait outside the door. He opens the door and I hear Lady GaGa playing from his phone “La Vie En Rose” and he actually gave me roses. No guy ever gave me flowers before, not even my ex in seven years even though I gave him roses once. It felt so good and like a fairytale. I was nervous most of that weekend though because I was so scared considering the PTSD I suffer from from my last relationship and I couldn’t believe any of it was real and I felt in my gut something had to be wrong with him. I should’ve never had those negative thoughts. But it was an amazing experience. But after all of that, it all died down, and I am not sure what’s going to happen with that or where it’s going to go. It was an amazing learning experience though because someone finally showed me exactly how I want to be treated, and I am glad I got to experience it in the short while that it lasted. I do still like him though and I am scared that I was lured into something to just be used for sex or attention. I am not sure and hope that I am wrong.
To me dating has become something more of a hobby then something you can take seriously. It’s like playing a game of chess and you always have to have the best poker face. It can feel exciting and then turn to dust. The only way you survive is if you have minimal expectations and more importantly, not have a dependency issue. I think we all can survive the dating world if we all accept that we only have ourselves to depend on when it comes to achieving happiness. The best way to be happy with someone is to share your happiness with them, not expect them to be your savior who will make you happy. You have to understand that you can’t force someone to have feelings for you or to like you and if they don’t or lose interest, it’s okay. Move on, go back out there and go through all the same type of men in the dating apps (or the world) till another one comes along to peak your interest, and continue the cycle.
NYC is a huge city but the gay community seems to be small. It’s always the same men for the most part on the apps and you’re just a fish in the pond waiting for someone to catch you or looking for another fish. Either way, I’ve learned to be happy being a solo fish, and if I end up being a solo fish for the rest of my life, I will be nothing but happy and content with that. We can’t ever love anyone, and nobody could ever love us, until we learn to love ourselves, and self love is the most important love there is and ever will be. When you achieve that, all these experiences just become stories you can share with the world....Till next time....
Since I feel each dating situation I've been in was a learning experience, song to go with post is "Thank you, next" by Ariana Grande :)
Selena Gomez...I was never a huge fan of hers but I have always felt she was talented. Her new song "Lose you to love me" is a masterpiece in my opinion, and suddenly I find myself becoming a stan.
I’ve had a very rough year. I was in a relationship for seven years and it ended in October of 2018. I did not handle it very well. In fact I am in shock that I am still alive today. I would drown my sorrows in alcohol and sad music. I felt like a part of my soul was snatched out of my body and there was no way of getting it back. I felt like a part of me had died. It was bad enough that I had to lose the person who mattered most to me but I also did not have any type of support system (at the time). Life long friends turned their backs on me when I needed them the most, and I literally only had myself to pick myself up and get myself out of it.
It was a journey. A journey I am now thankful for because it forced me to grow up. It forced me to learn to care about myself. It forced me to learn to only rely on myself for things and that I can handle anything on my own.
Months into the breakup I took a trip to Las Vegas by myself and saw Lady GaGa in concert. I wondered to the Grand Canyon and went hiking on the beautiful mountains there. I stood on the edge of a cliff and felt the world in my arms. I gave Mother Nature a huge hug and thanked her for having my back. Thanks to GaGa and the mountains I was able to learn a lot about myself. Throughout her show, GaGa had messages of self love, and finding strength when we are let down, I felt like she was speaking to my soul and it brought me to tears. With this trip, I was able to forgive myself for being the person that I am.
I took so much time blaming myself for the breakup, blaming myself for the fact that I did not have a support system. I blamed myself to the point where I attempted to take my own life in many ways, and lead myself to a path of self destruction. I felt like I did not deserve to be on this earth and that I was not worthy. But the mountains, the solo trip. It was self discovery. I was finally finding myself and things were falling into place and making sense.
I was always someone who was a giver. I was always overly kind, the life of the party, the best host, the best friend. I have gone above and beyond for people for as long as I can remember. But one thing I realized was I did so much for people because I did not know how to do anything for myself. I always put everyone before me. I always put my feelings to the side and made sure everyone else was happy. If anyone was going through something I dropped everything and made sure I did everything in my power to support that person and make sure they were okay. I’ve never gotten this in return. Most times it didn’t bother me, or I didn’t even realize it. It wasn’t till I finally was going through the worst time of my life that I realized that the people I had done the most for throughout my life, were not going to be there for me the one and only time I really needed it.
Unfortunately my kindness was only doing more damage than good. I learned that most people in this world are selfish and only out for themselves. And that is not necessarily a bad thing. I did have to teach myself to be selfish, to learn to say no to things I don’t want to do, to not always be a super hero for people without feeling guilty about it. If I ever had to say “no” to someone the guilt would eat me up alive, and I’d just force myself into situations and be secretly miserable the entire time. The issue isn’t about people being selfish, because being selfish is okay. But the issue is, when you are giver as much as I once was, people will take advantage of you. People who you love, people who you thought were gonna be in your life forever. They will mistake your kindness for weakness and take advantage of it.
I was with my ex for seven years. I saw red flags from the start. I ignored them. Maybe because I was only twenty years old and did not know better. Maybe because I was looking for an escape from the traumatic household I was living in. But mostly because I suffered from severe depression and anxiety. I also suffered from severe body dysmorphia and it made me so insecure to the point where I felt like I couldn’t do better and would settle for men who had abusive tendencies or didn’t really give me the time of day, and mostly used me for sex or for my kindness. I let it get the best of me throughout my life.
My ex is an amazing person. I have to admit that. I do not think he is evil or petty or has done things on purpose. But he did take advantage of my kindness and my insecurities. To try and show him I loved him I spoiled him. Took him on trips, took him to concerts, paid for everything. I put up with a lot of stuff I’ll keep private because I don’t want to tarnish his reputation too much because I still care about him. But I literally let things slide that anyone else would have walked away from immediately. I chased him when he didn’t give me the time of day. I practically begged him to let me in, to love me and to care about me. Unfortunately after years of trying and fighting mental abuse, I kind of just gave up and let things slide and let him do whatever he wanted. I even had my own faults due to being unhappy and I started to show less affection and kept to myself, and when that occurred I became the bad guy. He did not like this. I just no longer knew how to give my all. However I still was holding on to him for dear life because I could not picture my life without him. Losing him was my worst nightmare.
The relationship was very toxic but eventually he made the decision to end things. And he knew this was a decision I was never going to make. And he knew that I still loved him. What was his plan? To live together till our lease was up which would’ve been 2 years after we broke up. I still was holding on so I did not push him out of the apartment. We lived together for 6 months and that was the hardest 6 months of my life. He moved on right away. He was hardly home but we still cuddled and slept in the bed together. And on many occasions when he was sad about the breakup he’d ask me for hugs. He’d do all this giving me false hope but then was doing whatever he wanted on the side. It was as if the seven years went down the drain. And every part of me was dying inside as each day would go by and I’d watch him be comfortable with our living situation and having the time of his life being single, also with people who were supposed to be my life long friends I must add. Which made everything worse. They all knew how it made me feel but it didn’t matter to them. Despite all that I had done for them over the years....Showing me not an ounce of support while I was going through this.
This lead me to the darkest depression of my life. But finally when I went to Vegas and the Grand Canyon I had an epiphany. He had to go, he could no longer live with me, and I needed to be on my own to be able to move on in the ways that he was able to do overnight. And I did not need anyone who was not going to be supportive to me during the darkest time of my life. I was finally ready to let him and everyone else that was toxic in my life go. And I did.
Once I came back I told him he could no longer live with me. It took two months after that for him to leave but once he finally left I still would cry most nights and it took me a while to heal. It’s been over a year and I still am damaged and still am healing. But the one thing I am grateful for, is learning how to love myself. How to care about myself. And this is why I brought up Selena Gomez in the beginning of this post. It was literally a year later from my breakup that she released this song. And it truly spoke to my soul. It’s literally everything I went through. And the painful truth of having to lose the person I loved the most to love myself. Every single lyric in that song is literally everything I went through. From ignoring the signs, wearing rose colored glasses, and having to lose this person to find myself.
Sometimes I felt like I wasted seven years of my life. Most of the time I wasn’t happy. I was miserable and suffered from mental health issues partly because of it. Most of the time I wanted to die. But then I realized I did not waste any time. I needed to go through this to learn and be a better person for myself.
For once I want to live and feel alive and that’s why now I am grateful for all that I went through. I am grateful for the friends that I lost along the way and the strength that I found. I am grateful that now, moving forward, I have enough self respect when I meet a guy to not ignore red flags. To not chase him and beg him to care about me, to not beg him to like me, or to love me. I will not allow myself to go through any of that ever again. And if I stay single and alone forever, that is fine with me. Because it’s not a bad thing. I can have the time of my life with just myself and the few friends that I have and be content with it.
I must quote the queen Madonna “Power is being told you’re not loved and not being destroyed by it”. And that is the gods honest truth. Remember that when you are going through a depression because of how someone (or people) treated you. Always know you can get yourself through anything and when you realize that, you will be happier than ever, and stronger than ever. We certainly do sometimes need to lose people to love and find ourselves and when we finally do, we finally feel what happiness truly feels like.
Selena Gomez: Lose You to Love Me
Louis Capici works in the health field and plays a role in saving lives. He writes on the side to express his views and thoughts on life.