I'm back.
This is my first live journal entry in almost a decade.
I look back on my old entries with wisdom, and in most cases cringe, but I like to think that I have grown into a decent man, and not the drama filled...fa....gay man I am now. When I started this journal I was 23. I have not done any cross country moves in order to jazz my life up. I have lost contact with some friends, and not communicating with ones as best I had.
The year is 2020. 15 years after my first entry. Technically, 16. I have changed my username again, to reflect my pup hood, when I started I was only begining to dive into pup-land. I must admit I love it more than anything.
We have been in this pandemic and in the last two weeks have been woken up to the racial injustice that has for 400 years plagued the black and people of color community worst than ever. I have marched twice this week amid the pandemic, my roomies voicing concern, I hope I don't get it, I don't want to get it, but I'd rather get it and know that I marched rather than sitting on my fat ass and watching all the racist shit unfold on Facebook.
Facebook.
I wished it had never been invented. I really do. I wish Live Journal had remained a central more personable social media outlet. My hope is that I can restart this as a therapy. I love to write and don't nearly do it enough. There was a time people thought I had a talent at this, and maybe I can find myself in it again.
I look back on my old entries with wisdom, and in most cases cringe, but I like to think that I have grown into a decent man, and not the drama filled...fa....gay man I am now. When I started this journal I was 23. I have not done any cross country moves in order to jazz my life up. I have lost contact with some friends, and not communicating with ones as best I had.
The year is 2020. 15 years after my first entry. Technically, 16. I have changed my username again, to reflect my pup hood, when I started I was only begining to dive into pup-land. I must admit I love it more than anything.
We have been in this pandemic and in the last two weeks have been woken up to the racial injustice that has for 400 years plagued the black and people of color community worst than ever. I have marched twice this week amid the pandemic, my roomies voicing concern, I hope I don't get it, I don't want to get it, but I'd rather get it and know that I marched rather than sitting on my fat ass and watching all the racist shit unfold on Facebook.
Facebook.
I wished it had never been invented. I really do. I wish Live Journal had remained a central more personable social media outlet. My hope is that I can restart this as a therapy. I love to write and don't nearly do it enough. There was a time people thought I had a talent at this, and maybe I can find myself in it again.