And I Was.
One day we were.
And then we weren’t.
And I wanted to cry.
I still was.
But you were not.
And you became relegated to the recesses of my mind.
And I forgot to cry.
One day I found you again.
And we were again.
But you weren’t you. And I wasn’t me.
So we weren’t us anymore.
So I cried.
And I still am.
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I’ll Lie
If you ask me how I’m doing;
If you wonder how I’m feeling;
I will lie to you.
I’ll tell you I’m fine.
Things are going OK.
I might hint at the truth of the matter.
I might stumble through my words.
I might give you a half-truth.
I might give you a non-answer.
But I’ll probably never tell you the truth.
I’m not fine.
Things are not OK.
I’m drowning in fear and worry.
You probably ask because you care.
But I am not capable of believing it.
Because I don’t care. So how could you?
We are all conditioned to hear these questions as small talk.
We are all conditioned to respond in kind.
“Hey, what’s up?”
“Fine, you?”
“Yeah, nothing much.”
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Filled Hearts for the Heartless
Stolen glances; missing chances.
Do opposites attract?
Words unspoken, vows unbroken,
All promises in tact.
Care and support, we build a fort;
You offer what I lack.
Adding to life; removing strife.
You always have my back.
You’re my best friend, I will defend.
You keep my life on track.
National Coming Out Day.
So today is National Coming Out Day. A day to celebrate coming out. Whether you are Bi, Gay, Lesbian, Queer, Transgender, or even just as a Straight Ally.
I’ve been a “straight ally” for years now. But it’s time to be open and honest about who I am and what labels most closely fit my own preferences.
For many of my friends, I doubt this will be at all surprising. For those of you who are shocked, surprised, or amazed; well, you really shouldn’t have been.
First a few facts that I think everyone knows:
- I am married to woman.
- We have 6 wonderful children together.
- We are monogamous.
- I have a man-crush on John Barrowman.
- I’m not gay.
- I live my day to day life as a cisgender male.
Now the facts that you probably didn’t know:
- I’m bisexual.
- I’m not confused.
- I’m not greedy.
- It’s not a phase.
- I don’t really fit into any specific gender label, the closest though would be “gender fluid”.
Well, that’s that then, isn’t it? I’m “OUT”. I don’t have to hide any more.
Well, mostly. As far as the gender binary thing goes, I’ll still live day-to-day presenting as a cisgender male, because 99% of the time, that’s who and what I am. Those other times when I feel more feminine, or gender neutral, or simply “non-conforming” … well, I won’t be afraid to be who I am at the moment, when those moments allow me to express.
I won’t live in fear of “being found out” because I’m OUT now. I may live some new fears that I never had while I was hiding as a white-privileged, cis-privileged, straight-privileged, male-privileged person … But, I know that I still will have all of those privileges almost all of the time.
So, really, nothing will change in my day-to-day life. I’ll still be married. I’ll still have 6 wonderful kids. At most, I’ll give myself permission to be a little more flamboyant when the mood strikes.
EDIT: 2026.10.07
Well, I am now separated and 2 grandbabies have been added to the list.
I’ve slid around on the gender spectrum quite a bit, but Fluid is still the closest common term, though I do also use trans and nonbinary now sometimes. I did coin a new term as well: multiphasic gender adj. 1. having the capacity to contain multiple genders at the same or none at all, influenced by mood, circumstances, whim, or unknown reasons. Example usage: I never know which gender or genders I will be on a given day or even at a given moment, they just kind of phase in and out on their own, so I must be multiphasic gender.
When it comes to sexuality, bi still works, but so does pan or gay or lesbian (sometimes it varies with gender, sometimes it stays more static.) So I just use “queer”. Simple and ambiguous. Like me.
Here’s the deal: “choose one Cure album, and make a story, using every track on it.”
And here’s my story:
*The kiss* is the key, but there is a *catch*, it could be *torture* … *If only tonight we could sleep*, then we would be rested for the journey. Your role in all of this is by far easier, *why can’t I be you* this time? I know, I know, it is all because of *how beautiful you are*. I’m the ugly one, so I get the crap job, I have to make my way through *the snake pit* and the other perilous tasks. *Hey you*, your task is *just like heaven* in comparison. *All I want* is a refrigerated suit for the next task, after all, you wouldn’t believe just how *hot, hot, hot* it is going through that oven *one more time*. You, you get to sit and just look pretty, *like cockatoos* on display. Licking the *icing sugar* off the silver spoon. The perfect job for *the perfect girl*. *A thousand hours* later, and all I can to is *shiver and shake*, and hope that this *fight* has been worth the prize.
The Phoenix
As the inky cloud of death fills her eyes,
he is the last image burned onto her retinae.
In time, that too fades, and all is forgotten.
An explosion lifts her out of her grave
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The Princess
princess, alone in her tower,
sharing her song.
those lucky enough to stop,
listen.
words strike the heartstrings
like felt hammers on piano wire,
infecting you with her song.
your song calls back,
and the princess listens.
for that brief exchange,
the tower dissolves
and she is not alone.
Because I want to remember this
What follows is a copy/paste from a 2003 LJ post. Enjoy?
I’m new to the group. I’ll likely be a lurker at best… and just ignore the group at worst…
But, here’s my skinny.
1) I’m *ancient* 32 at last tally.
2) I’m a Cure fan.. but not a fanatic.
3) If Only Tonight will always be my favorite Cure song.
4) I was introduced back in 1987 with the KMKMKM album. After that, I went back and got all their older stuff. And cursed most of the newer stuff after that point. Since then, I’ve matured quite a bit and like almost all of their stuff, old *and* new.
5) I’ve only ever had the pleasure of attending one concert… and boy was I disappointed. That is what this post will be about…
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An Old Song
Rain on snares meters the pace.
Smooth, rolling, blue.
The sax man wails.
A smoke-filled club . . .
And the night . . . melts . . . into yesterday.
Time flits through
On wings of an old song.
The ivory tones chase strings of gold
Through the gentle, crashing waves.
While we race the bleating brass,
The bass line leads us home.
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as I slip into the night, the water crashes in around me.
my lover’s body is inches away, yet millions of miles split us.
the chasm of desire lost.
the void of lust drowned.
the pit of love fading.
The holes these leave are filled with naught,
a draught to wash away the pain.