Eagles, Ladyfriend, Rugby, and Life
Just a brief update on...life, I guess.
I am completely and totally falling for the new woman in my life. No, we haven't really broached the trans topic yet, but I did bring up how I don't identify as a girl and actually went into the whole genderqueer/boi thing- an identity which, the more I think about it, I am actually pretty content with right now. She seemed to take it all right, which is to say that I didn't send her running for the hills. She hasn't referred to me as 'girl' since then.
But things are really, really, really good with her. We've been together every day since Saturday, and when I'm not with her I miss her, and when I'm with her all I want to do is hold her. Things are...different....with her than they've been with any other girl recently. Actually, as a matter of fact, different than they've been with anyone in years. I'm still hesitant, because she is a very difficult person to read, but she is also very vocal in how she feels and what she's thinking, and never leaves me in the dark about anything (which comes in handy in bed. heh).
We went to see the Eagles last night at MSG - Me, the ladyfriend, Cristopher, his ladyfriend, and his mom and sisters. It was pretty good - they played too much from their new album though. Understandable, being that it is the album tour, but you go to see the Eagles to hear classics, to hear the quintessential '70's rock.
However. Joe Walsh is the fucking man and I have no idea how he has not dropped dead of a heart attack or drug overdose yet. He's gotta be pushing 65 now.
Rugby is good - I've got a bruise nearly the size of my thigh from getting stepped on. I took a picture, and as soon as my computer is up and running again I'll upload it onto here. It's pretty darn nice, if you ask me. I'm taking a break for the next three or four weeks though - I really need to start focusing on my running again, and it's difficult to do that when I'm playing rubgy on Saturday and then too sore to move on Sunday. Plus I can't afford to take the risk of getting injured and not being able to run this close to the relay.
It's summer in Manhattan (and everywhere, I know. Leave me alone). But there's just something about summer here that's special. I don't know what it is, and I can't exactly put my finger on it. But everything just seems more...alive. Vibrant. Energetic. I like it. I'm so happy that I'm making an effort to make this place my home, and I finally feel as though it's really all coming together. Mom even commented on it when the fam came down for Mothers Day. She says that I fit here, that I seem very, very happy here. And they're very supportive of me thinking about buying something down here. Brooklyn is good for me, regardless of how much I tried to fight it the first eight months I was living here.
Jamie and I found a place to live when our lease is out. Our landlord is letting us stay till the end of August so we can use and abuse our central air for as long as possible, and then we're moving in with a friend into a 3-bedroom on St. Marks Place and 5th. Not only is the location even more ideal than where we are right now, but I'll be paying more than $200 less a month than I am now. Granted, my room will be the size of a shoebox and I won't have a window. But I will be saving so much more money, and we'll be in such a great neighborhood, that it really can't be beat. No complaints from me.
I am completely and totally falling for the new woman in my life. No, we haven't really broached the trans topic yet, but I did bring up how I don't identify as a girl and actually went into the whole genderqueer/boi thing- an identity which, the more I think about it, I am actually pretty content with right now. She seemed to take it all right, which is to say that I didn't send her running for the hills. She hasn't referred to me as 'girl' since then.
But things are really, really, really good with her. We've been together every day since Saturday, and when I'm not with her I miss her, and when I'm with her all I want to do is hold her. Things are...different....with her than they've been with any other girl recently. Actually, as a matter of fact, different than they've been with anyone in years. I'm still hesitant, because she is a very difficult person to read, but she is also very vocal in how she feels and what she's thinking, and never leaves me in the dark about anything (which comes in handy in bed. heh).
We went to see the Eagles last night at MSG - Me, the ladyfriend, Cristopher, his ladyfriend, and his mom and sisters. It was pretty good - they played too much from their new album though. Understandable, being that it is the album tour, but you go to see the Eagles to hear classics, to hear the quintessential '70's rock.
However. Joe Walsh is the fucking man and I have no idea how he has not dropped dead of a heart attack or drug overdose yet. He's gotta be pushing 65 now.
Rugby is good - I've got a bruise nearly the size of my thigh from getting stepped on. I took a picture, and as soon as my computer is up and running again I'll upload it onto here. It's pretty darn nice, if you ask me. I'm taking a break for the next three or four weeks though - I really need to start focusing on my running again, and it's difficult to do that when I'm playing rubgy on Saturday and then too sore to move on Sunday. Plus I can't afford to take the risk of getting injured and not being able to run this close to the relay.
It's summer in Manhattan (and everywhere, I know. Leave me alone). But there's just something about summer here that's special. I don't know what it is, and I can't exactly put my finger on it. But everything just seems more...alive. Vibrant. Energetic. I like it. I'm so happy that I'm making an effort to make this place my home, and I finally feel as though it's really all coming together. Mom even commented on it when the fam came down for Mothers Day. She says that I fit here, that I seem very, very happy here. And they're very supportive of me thinking about buying something down here. Brooklyn is good for me, regardless of how much I tried to fight it the first eight months I was living here.
Jamie and I found a place to live when our lease is out. Our landlord is letting us stay till the end of August so we can use and abuse our central air for as long as possible, and then we're moving in with a friend into a 3-bedroom on St. Marks Place and 5th. Not only is the location even more ideal than where we are right now, but I'll be paying more than $200 less a month than I am now. Granted, my room will be the size of a shoebox and I won't have a window. But I will be saving so much more money, and we'll be in such a great neighborhood, that it really can't be beat. No complaints from me.