2011
I've got to go open a new checking account. I still haven't been able to ship those eBay packages -- the money was in the account, all ready to go, and then suddenly the account was $110 in the hole because of a payment Chris had scheduled and hadn't warned me about -- the rent for his new apartment, I think. And he still hasn't put the money back, though he says he will, and some of it was my money from Paypal, and now I'm scared to death about money in general and realizing that the two of us can no longer share a bank account. It's not that he means to rip me off; it's just that we no longer communicate enough to manage it. So if I can get my mom to lend me a hundred bucks or so, I'm going to start a new account no one else can access. And I'm going to ship those packages as soon as humanly possible, but at this point, I'll understand if anyone who hasn't received their item yet wants a refund. Contact me through eBay and I'll get it to you as soon as I can. I'm so sorry about all this.
So I didn't have the heart to do an end-of-year post. When 2011 was good, it was very very good, and when it was bad, it was horrid. I started testosterone, which still feels like the best thing I've ever done for myself. I took a wonderful trip to Amsterdam that changed my entire outlook on life in general and sex in particular. I fell in love with someone who continues to bring me great joy. I explored the raunchy gay bar scene, where I experienced both warm welcomes and bitter prejudice. My health improved a lot. I lost the person I thought I was going to spend the rest of my life with. I got my mom moved back to New Orleans, which was good from my point of view, but now she hates it here. I lost a close friend. I became financially devastated. I wrote nothing. That was 2011, and it's hard to know what to make of it, but it definitely wasn't a boring year.
So I didn't have the heart to do an end-of-year post. When 2011 was good, it was very very good, and when it was bad, it was horrid. I started testosterone, which still feels like the best thing I've ever done for myself. I took a wonderful trip to Amsterdam that changed my entire outlook on life in general and sex in particular. I fell in love with someone who continues to bring me great joy. I explored the raunchy gay bar scene, where I experienced both warm welcomes and bitter prejudice. My health improved a lot. I lost the person I thought I was going to spend the rest of my life with. I got my mom moved back to New Orleans, which was good from my point of view, but now she hates it here. I lost a close friend. I became financially devastated. I wrote nothing. That was 2011, and it's hard to know what to make of it, but it definitely wasn't a boring year.