boys don't cry

that was my first movie that involved someone gay, let alone transgender. i saw it five years ago, and it scared me then. i was thirteen for goodness sakes. but now i absolutely love it. someone had to say what this movie was saying, and Hillary Swank was a fabulous choice for the starring role. at first i did think she was a boy, until i saw her stuff her pants anyway. shoot if i saw her walking down the street i wouldnt know he used to be a she. but the movie is more than that. its about fear. the fear people have when they dont understand something or someone, and in this case, the tradgedy that brings along with it. this story isnt some happy go lucky i found the love of my life kind of thing. its real, and with real comes sad. a lot of it. this movie has so many twists sometimes its hard to keep up, but in the end it will leave you reeling. its one of those movies that stay with you long after it ends and you return it to the movie rental. i love it. and not just because it was the first movie that got me thinking on my own sexual identity, but because you dont have to be gay or transgender or a lesbian to relate. it can reach anyone, and i think thats what makes it such a powerful, universal movie.

women of NCIS

look at that face. its like a mix between puppy-dog and you-know-you-want-to-hug-me faces

its that confident almost suck up look that gets the guys all riled up. gets me riled up too

they would make an adorable couple! jenny looks like she's doing something she shouldnt be.

this is why i love tank tops so much.

yes,ladies, NCIS is one of the best crime dramas out there, and it has some of the most attractive women too. with an allstar cast, how could it not be so great? with a lady for a boss, and a gut-following leader, they get work done. they kick ass. i like to think its cause of all the girls on the show, they do the heavy-lifting, and look attractive while doing it. they have the most competent forensic scientist, who rocks the goth style. she makes black look sexy. then there was kate, who was one of the field agents. a sexy girl with class and high standards. then Ziva took her place, one of the hottest isralies i have seen. not that ive seen too many. and then theres jenny shepard. she enjoys being in charge and i enjoy watching her be in charge. plus she looks good in suits. they catch the bad guys, and make 'em talk. ziva acts like such a tease, and i find that to be really attractive.

its been a while

so i realize its been a while since i posted last. i apologize, i was fairly busy. but i do have a topic to talk about that is very near and dear to my heart-cuddling. see, now im my friend group it is natural to snuggle, hell its wierd when we dont. not that im complaining. i love it actually. how can you not? its just so comforting and theres just something about it that can make things better. though it is best to cuddle when its cold, otherwise heat stroke may kick in. i already like being close to women, but with friends its better. you can grab their ass and they know youre kidding so all they do is grab yours back! aggression is already sexy anyway. but seriously, i can get away with so much more than any guy could with my friends, and yet i like the same sex as them. i guess liking the same sex has its advantages as well. the best part is that ive even told them that exact thing-that i get away with more than any guy-and they still let me! like im immune to getting in trouble like a guy. and my friends are very physical, they like touch. and who can blame them, i do too. we'd rather be all squished onto one couch than spread out like normal people. someones always holding hands or under someone elses arms or leaning on someones shoulder. i swear sometimes their sexuality is so ambiguous its rediculous. except for one girl who loves the dick. but hey, someone has to.

a sad day in deed

so, my grandfather passed away last night. i never really knew him well, but it is the first death that has touched my life through my family. he was my dads moms husband (my fathers parents divorced and remarried so i have three paris of grandparents) and its shaken me up. life is so short, and death can come at anytime, to anyone. it makes you grateful for what you have and how quickly it can all be taken away. ive never even been to a funeral before, and now here i am. it doesnt even feel like its real. i never saw my grandpa much, only at christmas time.

my grandfather lived a happy long life, but not everyone does. and thats what scares me. i might die before i am ready to go. and what then? mostly what i hope to find before i die, is find someone to loave. i hope thats not too much to ask, of whatever higher being there is. i believe in God, but im no religious nut. i just hope i get to love someone as much as i know i can. i like to think i have a big heart, and i want to use it.

the look

you know how certain faces have the unique ability to make you weak at the knees, your heart beat fast, and your stomach to flips? that,my friends, is the look. you get it when youve done something wrong or said something stupid. but sometimes its worth it. its such a turn on, youll take the annoyance that goes with it. because then you can make it up to her in some way *ahem* so that she'll forgive you.

its even sexier with a gun.

no one could win against her in a stare down to the death. look at that fiery gaze.

she must mean buisness.

"you broke my heart"

i will say to you

"but its no big deal"

ill continue

and my voice will falter

when i finish what i had to say

but i will be thinking "yes it is"

as you walk away

"it is a big deal to me"

i'll scream in my head

im broken completely

how long can i keep lying to her?

now i realize all my writing is all angsty and pathetic-licious. and i have much to be grateful for, but without the bad how can you appreciate the wonderful? its just easier for me to write about the worse things that the better ones. though i usually remember the exact opposite, i guess its because i write down and forget about the bad parts. and that leaves me time to think of girls, mostly.

Lonliness
Unyielding abandonment
Could anything hurt more than
Keeping it all inside my self


I only know one way out
Supposed to use only in emergencies
Never has
Tthere been more need


Open season on my
Nearly whole being


Mentally not such a good choice
Young but easily broken


Stuck alone in the dark
Intimate with fear
Dont want to be another statistic
Entirely on my own, i struggle


Luck isnt on my side.




i never seem to win any competitions. competing for a girl is no different. how am i supposed to jockey against a guy? i mean, sure, i know id be better for someone than some other guy. but how am i supposed to prove that to the object of my affection. well, first it helps if shes gay, and not straight. if she IS straight then its just a lost cause-though there is something appealing about those for me. If shes bi, its a little bit harder, because she could go either way. like my friend.
for example, one night i was hanging out with my friends and my one girl friend-i'll call her hope-goes over to this guy friend-ill call him zander-and just plops down on the floor in front of him. he gives her a massage, and she seems happy. then out of nowhere hope comes over to me and lays her head on my stomach (no idea why). so i begin to play with her hair, because i know almost every girl likes that. and hope seems happy there. then zander offers her another massage, and shes a massage whore, so she goes back over there. now that is playing both sides of the fense, only between friends who dont mind.
that situation it is impossible to tell who would sway said girl and be allowed to date her. if shes straight, you got no chanse unless she feels like adventuring but its not advised for your well being. but if shes gay, then you have won. its hard when you have no clue which way she swings. but its a simple matter of just asking her. i hope womever you find attractive reciprocates the feelings, it sucks to be rejected.