Valentine's Day---The Aftermath...

I spent my Valentine's Day this year...in bed...stuffing myself on "spring time" Oreo cookies...and watching a sappy French gay love story called Just a Question of Love. For dinner, I ate by the light of the TV and gorged on half of a DiGiorno's Supreme pizza. I was so bored with myself that I didn't even have the energy to end what might have been my most pitiful Valentine's Day to date by pleasuring myself. That's sad people that is truly truly truly sad.

I was out of the office sick yesterday, so I came back to an email account full of V-Day well wishes, tacky e-cards, and an email from Chris J. that was hilarious and will also keep me in therapy for several more years. Mr. Johnson will be getting the bills for all therapy sessions past the  year 2015. I'd cut and paste a copy of the picture that he sent me along with his email...but then I'd have to get one of those special webservices that guarantees that only readers over the age of 18 have access to my website. And this is a family blog folks. As long as family means over 18 and extremely mature.

But...since we are on the topic of love (puke), I thought I would share with you a little bit about the movie Imagine You and Me. I won't ruin the story for you, but there is a part of the movie that discusses love and that when you meet the person that you are meant to be with you will know instantly...in three seconds. You will look at each other from across a room and KA-POW...that'll be all she wrote. One of the characters in the movie goes on to say that the rest of your life after those three seconds are simply filling in the details. You know...I agree. There's this guy...I might have mentioned in him in this blog...today...and his name may included the initials C and J. When we first met...in the lounge at the Pride Institute was the first time I had one of those moments...when your eyes meet his...and your face bursts into one of those ridiculous clown grins. You know the kind..where everyone around you is laughing because you look like a shark on crack showing all your teeth...including those hard to reach back ones.

Chris and I tried our hand at the relationship thing. It was way too early in our post-Pride lives to have gone about doing that...but we've remained darn tootin' close friends...actually...the only thing that has changed in our relationship is that we haven't had sex since last June or so. Pretty much we are each others emotional support, we get on each other's nerves on a regular basis, we love each other, we are best friends, and really...well...I've told the Southern blockhead time and time again that I'm in love with him and will be until black folks get reparations...and we all know just  how soon that's going to happen.

I'm one of the girlie boys that has the privilege of being fairly in touch with my emotions and generally pretty unafraid of sharing those feelings with other people. Chris on the other hand...when it comes to recognizing his own feelings and sharing them with others...is on the short bus side of emotional self-cognizance. But he's coming around. Slowly. But I'm patient as hell. And I'm not afraid to use black magic.   

I've got more to say on this subject, but I'll save it, as I have to go and do some laundry, so I can hop in the car and make my way towards Vegas tomorrow morning. I'm going to see my little sister for the first time in 12 years. Wish me luck ya'll. I'm excited and scared as hell.

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[-Jeremy Tequila]

"I'm one of the girlie boys that has the privilege of being fairly in touch with my emotions and generally pretty unafraid of sharing those feelings with other people."

So is that part of the new you? Because since I've known you, it's been rather hard to get you to open up and share your emotions. I've pushed and pried at times to no avail. The most I've really learned about one BLC is via this blog, which I do appreciate, but I also feel that there is a disconnect between actually sharing emotions by communicating directly with people rather than doing it passively on a blog. It makes it easier and there is less accountability to the person your communicating with directly, which in some ways makes me feel that there is less honesty. There's less connection too because this passive manner doesn't really allow you to be vulnerable. I understand that you have your own past and issues which has made this difficult, but I'm just putting this out there because I am your friend.