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Ding Dong The Witch is Dead!

** This was copied from my old journals and I’ve tried to condense it for clarity **

It finally happened! My stepmother is dead! Satan has left us once again for the underworld. May she reign in hell forever undisturbed.

This news is so completely unexpected as she is 10yrs younger than my dad. On top of that, they still don’t know what killed her. She went to bed one night and just didn’t wake up. It was your conscience that killed you, you mean spirited hateful bitch! (Yes, I’m bitter, and I have good reason. If you haven’t read the history, please do so now.)

I just got home from work and I’m so giddy w/laughter I can’t control myself. I know I shouldn’t be happy over someone’s death but I can’t help it. She was the bane of my existence for so long, I can’t help but be happy. She made my life a living hell as a child. Anything cruel or mean she could think of to do to me, she did. It has taken me years to work thru the anguish, feelings of inadequacy, and self-doubt that she instilled within me sometimes daily.

I have such a feeling of relief. As if a huge weight has been lifted from my shoulders. My belief is that, for whatever reasons, she was a miserable person in this life. A person who couldn’t be happy so tried to make everyone around her just as miserable as she was. All my puns aside, I hope that she has found some sort of relief from her grief. Maybe in her next life she’ll come back as a gay man adopted by white trash and they’ll kick her to the curb at the ripe age of 14.

I’m going out to celebrate tonight. I plan on getting snockered up real good!

****this is a from a journal entry about a week later****
They discovered what killed my step mother finally. Apparently, she had taken a whole slew of pills again (she was a severe pill addict) and some of the pills interacted and backed up into her esophagus. She basically choked to death in her sleep. Hows that for irony? I still say it was her conscience.

Tragedy of Childhood

** I copied this story from an old webpage and I’ve condensed it way down for clarity/simplicity. Even still, its a bit lengthy so you might wanna grab a cup of ‘joe’**

First let me say as tragic as my childhood was w/my foster family it could have been a lot worse. Kinda hard to believe but I’m digressing….

Birth – 1yr:
I was born in the early 1970’s to the not-so-proud parents of Wanda Clem & Roy Seymoure. My mother met my father while he was in the service and after he was discharged they married. I was the 2nd sibling at the time and an unwanted/unexpected pregnancy. My mother & father were hard core drug users before, during, and after her pregnancy. I was born 2 months premature and addicted to several drugs. I spent the first 9 months of my life in a hospital surrounded my machines and strangers. By some miracle, my mother managed to get me home. I’m sure the laws then were much laxer in relation to child/drug abuse. You’d think the issue w/my hospitalization would have been a wakeup call to my parents. Nope! My parents continued their drug habits. I would be left alone in an empty closet or an open dresser drawer for hours sometimes days at a time w/nothing but a pillow and bottle. When CPS (Child Protective Services) found me, I had a diaper rash from my neck to ankles. I was returned to the hospital for 2 months for severe dehydration and related ailments along w/multiple contusions/bruises all over my body. This time I was not returned to my parents. As luck would have it, my real mothers best friend, told my foster mom/dad about me. My foster mother told me once, she took one look at me and fell in love. My adoption was just a matter of formality after that. So I went from being the unwanted son of Mr/Mrs. Drug Heads to the first and only adopted child of Mr/Mrs White Trash Family Robinson. (yes, I’m poking fun here)
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Vacation time!

Morning all… Its the first day of my 9 day vacation and I must say I’m thrilled to be off. Work has become a real drag lately. I just don’t seem to have the tolerance lately that I normally have. So I think this 9 days will go a long way to helping me purge all the negative energy from my system. Not too much planned. Folsom St Fair is this weekend and next weekend is the Castro St Fair so I have plenty to keep me busy. It also gives me more time to focus on my workouts. I’ve realy made some strides this year and I’m hoping to reach my goals by year end.

No, I haven’t won the lotto yet but, I keep trying. (G) A few people emailed me instead of posting on my last blog. Who knew winning the lotto was such a sensative subject. Oh well.

I seem to be rambling this morning….*looking for my focus in the background.* Oh well, can’t seem to find it so I guess you’ll just have to settle for my ramblings today. OH! and speaking of rambling, have you seen Dubbya’s latest speech? Talk about a moron, sheeez! He can’t ge thru a single speech w/o miss speaking or giving people the image as America the Ignunt! As bugs bunny always says…What a maroon!

Ok ok, I’m off my horse…thats all for now.

Chance Encounters

On a completely shallow note, something funny happened today. I guess I should start out w/a little background history. I used to be very skinny. I mean bone skinny. I’ve been working really hard these last few years to really put on some muscle. Especially, this last year. And I have to say . . . its working. I’ve gained almost 2 inches on my chest and arms since January. I’m very proud of myself. Anyway, back to the story.

There is this guy I see at the gym often. I used to “cruise” him and he always gave me the cold shoulder. And not just indifference but sort of rude/snubby sort of way. So today, he comes up to me, asks my name, and wants to know if I’d like to “get together” sometime. (thats “lets boink” in hoe language)

The reason I bring it up is I was torn in my response. I wasn’t sure to be snubby and return the same cold shoulder he always gave me or to accept. I’m curious to see what others would do in the same scenario. I admit I’m still very attracted to him yet a part of me resents him for only wanting to know me now. It wasn’t like I was fat before or overly pushy in my “cruising”. I’m pretty quick on the uptake, if you don’t show any interest, I look elsewhere. What would you have done?

Gay life in SF

Howdy all, new to the blogasphere. Being a techie at heart, I figured it was time I jumped into the sway of things. I always have an opinion about everything so why not share it right? What makes my blog different? Haven’t a clue. I tend to call it the way I see it which can make for some interesting conversation at times. Feedback, ideas, comments are welcome.

Thanks!

Moby