Dear Co-Worker

Dear Co Worker,

Yesterday i gave you an envelope to take to the post office, "get me the cost to ship to the UK via express mail please" You did , came back, told me its $130.00. Kool. This morning i give you $200.00, the same said envelope and told you to send this off. You go to the post office and mail it out via Normal Mail which costs $50.00.....Do i need to write, spell,and read for you people???!!!

Thank you for fucking up the customer's order. You are older than I, you've regularly boasted about the 18 places you've  worked before in your lifetime and yet the words- common and sense- doesn't come together in your vocabulary. I am not your superior nor you mines, yet in the play "life at work" you act like everyone's boss.

Whats done is done and I'm pretty pissed, its a miracle i didn't explode into a huge pile of glitter when you handed me back $150.00 and said i gave you too much. Ha ha ha ha..fuck you...

Always respectful at work

The Blue Wolf

175

After much searching yesterday afternoon, I found the movie - Paragraph 175- I can truthfully say that this documentary touched me. The horror these men suffered is unimaginable , during the course of the interviews I kept placing myself in the same situation...What would i have done?...Would by a combination of bravery, a strong will and luck would i have survived, would i have been able to go on living after seeing my BF being eaten alive by dogs? Would the images, smells, sounds drive me quietly insane?

I am truly grateful for the era in which i live...compared to back then this hide and seek  i play is pretty much paradise . And unbelievably up to this day Homosexuals that survived the Holocaust are  still not recognized by the German Gov't. :(

The Spirit of these brave men and woman at the end of the film is what really tugged at my heart strings. I'm happy i discovered this movie....

Thank you Letters

So to flip the coin to my angry letters, I'm going to start writing positive thank you letters...so i may remember the people who are kind to me. Of course i will let them know to their faces -if i can, how much i am grateful for their action, words, deeds etc, this is just a way to remember the story behind it. :)

Paragraph 175

Paragraph 175
I want to see this movie and will spend the greater part of this week trying to locate online. Why? Cause i want to appreciate the era i live in, I want to know what it was like, i want to appreciate where the gay community has reached and i want to look forward to the future.

Rape Dream

Last night i witnessed a scene in my head, i was floating above it in a dimly lit room, the only light coming from a single yellow light bulb shining down on my seemingly unconscious body.Around me huge muscular men were taking their turns doing me, their faces hidden in the dark. I was scared and repulsed...was i dead?

The scene shifts , I'm now sitting in the living room, my dad clearly angry he pops a DVD into the player , on the TV the previous scene comes up. I thought he would kill me instead , he vowed to find the people so that they wouldn't do it to anyone else

The scene shifts once again, I'm walking towards my room upon entering i notice the same men sitting on my bed, they hold me down, i scream out...i yell at them that the police are on their way. The biggest guy drags me by the collar he sniffs at my neck like an animal, he whispers that I'll have to get them all out of here or else he will kill my entire family. I quickly agree. I'm scared. He pushes me out my room and has one of his pals follow me.

I walk outside, enemy behind  , there's a party going on, my friends are there, my family, i lead him through rows and rows of chairs, i see my cousin ...i make small talk with him- my eyes pleading -when i realize he's not taking the hint, i ask him if he's looking for this broom handle ( one is leaning on the wall) he looks at me puzzled, i quickly whisper that the guy behind me is trying to kill me. He snaps the broom handle in 2 and shoves the sharp part into the guys stomach, blood flows everywhere , the guy slumps down. My brother and sisters approach asking whats the matter, i fill them in. They told me go back to my room and bring out another.

I do as i am told, this time the biggest guy sends out 2 people with me. I walk quickly ahead then I spin around, pushing one of the guys into my brother who easily snaps his neck, in the mean time my sisters were gouging out the eyes of the other guy, who was screaming relentlessly, until my brother also breaks his neck

We all walk back to my room, my cousin kicks in the door, the biggest guy and another guy are sitting on the bed waiting for me, the smaller guy attacks my sister, everyone jumps on him, my eyes catches the boss- he laughs , my brother jumps on him, the guy is huge , he punches my brother in the face, my brother bites off his ear...entirely...then i hear drums...my brother is no longer there ...instead i see one of my Hindu gods...Kali Ma...she rips off the guys head...the scene shifts...I'm in a field...before me Kali Ma is dancing the guys head clasped in her hand, his spine swinging freely about...I awake with a startle...Scared and Happy at the same time.

In this dream I'm literally saved by my family, and in the end god...It pretty much sums up my life.

Read before Entering

I added a warning to my Blog cause some of its content maybe inappropriate for young readers and perhaps i may want to post a pic of a sexy guy now and then :P

Creatures

The Witch-king of Angmar is one of my favorite characters in LOTR, why? Simply because he is so evil and powerful. I'm drawn to the dark side, i often find myself rooting for the bad guys wondering what the out come would be if they did prevail. He scares me also, that Nazgul hes perched upon haunted my dreams once or twice, its just so freaking awesome/ ferocious.

I often imagine people i don't care for as creatures, my CEO is an Ogre. You may be thinking gosh this dude really holds a lot of dislike for people....its true..i don't like a lot of people. For whatever reason my like for the human race on the whole is minimal. You may label me anti social, pompous, quiet, unable to start/hold a conversation , but if your "vibes" isn't pleasing to me I wouldn't make an effort to even try to fake like you :/

Maybe i should try and change this trait about me. Be more social instead of socially awkward.On the flip side if i do like you, I'm your best buddy :P

I have a confession to post in my next blogging moment :/