Aight, people. Ya boi is back and with a brand new spirit. It's been a minute since I last posted...and almost as long since I was able to read all of my fav blogs...but now I'm back in action. Since we last got together, yours truly has turned a year older: I am officially a quarter of a century old. So, in honor of being 25 years old, over the course of this week I will post twenty five random thoughts, issues and observances..
1.) I may grown old physically, but I'm determined to never grown old mentally. Over the weekend my family and I went to Gatlinburg, TN which is a kind of touristy, mountain resort town. We stayed in a chalet in the mountains for the weekend and the group dynamics basically broke down to:
the adults (my 2 sets of cousins/spouses, and my mom and aunt),
the teens (my lil bro and his friend, both 17, and female cousin 13) and
the kids (3 bad ass lil cousins ages 8, 10 and 12) and then there was
me who is in an age range of my own, as all of my family members are substantially older or younger than me.
One night at bedtime after I'd fallen asleep, two of my cousins (one each from the teens and the kids) snuck up to second floor where I was sleeping and nabbed my cover and one of my pillows. I was too far into a good sleep to do little more than grumble and grab for the thin ass sheet that was now my only source of warmth. When morning came and I say the mischievous little brats with my pillow and blanket, my first inclination was to snatch the items from their beds and give them a thorough tongue lashing about fuking with people while they are sleep and takin people shyt and yadda yadda yadda.
DING! It seemed 24 was ringing my inner doorbell, yelling sumthing about remembering what it was like to young. Sumthing about how I used to to the same thing to adults when I was a youth and then I remembered how fun it really was to steal covers and pillows from sleeping adults. The reminiscing was bittersweet, though, because I realized that my younger cousins see me in the way that I saw 25 year olds at 9: as
grown ups.
OMG!So, anyway, I'll never been the kind of grown up who loses his sense of humor or his affinity for fun. I hereby and henceforth pledge to be old
enough to know better, but young enough to not give a fuk!2.) I miss living in DC, so much! I think of DC every single day and I patiently await the day when I leave Louisville, KY and return to "home" to DC. I am trying my best to stay put and finish school but I am applying for a position in DC at an agency on whose Board I used to sit, and if all goes well and I get the job, I'm hitting it! I'm thinking DC before the end of the year. DC or Bust!3.) East Coast boys make the best lovers. It's like that Luda song where he's like "don't even ask"... the best bruthas are in DC, Philly, Bmore, and NYC etc. Everytime I hear a DC boy's accent, my body starts to quiver. Now, I ain't saying East Coast boys are a better fuk than boys elsewhere...I'm saying in general DC boys are more secure in and aware of themselves than Midwest boys, they know how to romance a nigga and be romanced by one, and they come in so many varieties for all my taste buds.
4.) What does one do when they are in a situation that is unhealthy for them and that they don't want to be in, but don't know how to get out of? Maybe more on this topic one day.
5.) The thing in my life right now about which I am most unhappy is my size/weight. A year ago this time I was rocking Guess Jeans in a size 32 (34 if I wanted to sag). Now, my Sean Johns are a 38 or 40. (I hate Urban Street Wear!) My waist is not that big, but ya boi here got a nice size ass on him, so I gotta by my jeans a lil big to contour my ass so I don't walk around looking like one ole bottom. Nonetheless, I am definitely bigger than I have ever been in my life. I have, like, 10 pairs of designer jeans stashed away at the top of my closet awaiting the day when they can again comfortably snug this body. I used to be able to walk into a store, grab my size, pay and leave. Now a nigga gotta try shyt on and shyt. Late.
I joined a gym about 2 months ago, but I haven't been going the last few weeks as I finished up my summer classes. My Moms has been going religiously and she's definitely getting results, which is inspiring. I am not an overweight dude by any means, but when you are used to looking like a swimmer and now you look like a footballer...um, can you say depression? Of course ain't nuthin wrong with Fat Bruthas (shuttup, Trent), I'm just used to being slim in the waist and cute in the face, LOL. I'll have to upload full body pics so ya'll can see me in all my glory. Oh, The cause of this weigh gain has a lot to do with my environment for the last 15 months (See #4).6.) The thing in my life right now about which I am most happy has to be having a biological gay brother. Just after Halloween last year, I reconnected with my little brother Xtopher after like 10 years of not being in each other's lives. I am the only child of my father and mother, but he also has 4 other sons with his wife and Xtopher is the second oldest of those. He is 19, about 6'1, slender, caramel and totally delicious. He is so me six year younger, 30 lbs. skinnier and 3 shades lighter, LOL. Since I was not terribly close to any of my maternal brothers or cousins growing up, I always wanted someone I could relate to and be a model for. Ta-da: I find out my brother is gay! Anyhow, he always comes to see me on black night at the club where I work on Wednesdays and on weekends I usually sponsor him into the club. He is always giving me gifts and cards and I am always stealing his jewelry. He is like me in so many ways, but he gets a little more attention than me now that I am no longer his size. He wasn't around when I was, so he doesn't understand the power and pull of IQ, but when I drop this few sizes I'm show him how it's really done, big brother style. LOL We don't yet see each other much outside of the social scene, but I'm working on that. I'll post pics tomorrow of my cutey pootuty brother.
More tomorrow.....
