It's long past time. In fits and starts, I've been letting go of the little pieces of Tj I had left. Since I got back from San Francisco, I've felt "over" him, but there were still things not quite in place to say that I didn't feel anything for him ( Read more... )

Things with T(im) are obviously still very much in the front of my head ( Read more... )

It's been a week already, and I cannot even believe it's been a week already. I don't know where to begin because I know how it ends, and it's really fucking painful to talk about ( Read more... )

Something in the moonlight catches my eye ( Read more... )

That's sortof what's been going on with me lately. Still hopelessly in love with Tim, and wondering what that's all about....

I go on. I do the best I can, I guess. We've had a lot of fun together, and it doesn't appear to be dissipating...but you never know til it's gone, do you?

Here's some funny. It's from a livejournal but I got the link ( Read more... )

I confess: I picked the first song. If you need to know why, you haven't been paying attention. It's also kinda all over the place musically.

1. Yaz - "Ode to Boy"
2. George Jones - "He Stopped Loving Her Today"
3. Chris Isaak - "Wicked Game"
4. Eve 6 - "On The Roof Again"
5. Bruce Cockburn - "Wondering Where the Lions Are"

Last night I went on gay.com, primarily to amuse myself and escape some of the pain that comes from seeing Tim (we had dinner last night.) Naturally, since I'm amusing and funny and shit, I get hit on all the time, even though my bio line states quite clearly that I'm just there to chat. Anyway, most of the private messages are pretty easy to ( Read more... )

There really isn't anything more to be done or said with regard to Tim. I can spend a few more weeks kissing his ass & feeling sorry for myself, enough so that all concerned lose whatever respect they might have for me. Or I can call it a day, and maybe someday he'll come around enough to at least recognize he lost something important because he ( Read more... )

I'd really like to say that I'm all better now, and tell all my friends not to worry, that it's all going to be all right, and that this post is utterly free of the spectre of Him. I am better; don't worry, my friends, as I am ok; but there is a wraith that hangs around my head and it'll be awhile before he's gone. I can see through him, and ( Read more... )

This is how it goes, the story of the man who fell ( Read more... )