I Hate How Some Gays Act Like Girls

Date from hell.

That’s the only way I can describe the date I went to this past Friday night. No, nothing really happened in the aspect of weird scenarios, but the fact that the guy was just so closed minded and difficult make me cringe just at the thought of remembering it.

I had been talking to him for a little over two weeks and he seemed like a really nice person. But messaging someone is so different from actually talking to them face to face. I was excited to meet him, I really liked him and he was actually pretty cute.

All of those perceptions of him changed once he started opening his mouth. I picked him up because he doesn’t drive (that’s like a bad start already). He had me waiting an hour because he wasn’t even ready. We were going hiking, what did he need to get ready for? It’s just a hiking.

We ate pizza and he paid for it saying he was sorry he made me wait a while. He told me that his nephew had just lost his cat and he didn’t want to leave him alone. Yet his mom was there to take care of him.

Anyway, meanwhile on the way to the hike, it starts going south and that’s when I got that guy feeling that I wasn’t going to like him. I’m not sure what started it all but he came out saying he didn’t like drag queens. He said he respects them but he doesn’t understand them or know why they have to do what they do. Ok I let that one slide. Some people just don’t like the things you do and that’s ok we can all be different.

But then he says he doesn’t classify with the gay community and he doesn’t think they have helped him in any way, shape, or form. Now, I’m not a crazy gay community fanatic. I’m not waiving my rainbow flag in your face or shoving my rights down your throat, but I do appreciate what te gay community has done for me.

Because of the gay community I am more accepted by others, I have the choice to get married if I wanted to, and even though there still is discrimination there is way less than how it used to be. I am more free because of the gay community. Because of their protects, because of their parades and exposure people have grown to accept the gay community. Sure not everything is represented accurately but I’m not gonna sit here and deny that they have helped me.

He also said he doesn’t want to be a cliche. Ok, sure that’s understandable. But if you follow that up with “I hate how some gays act like girls, if I wanted to be with a girl I’d date a girl.” You fall in that category of gays who hate other gays.

I understand we all have our likes and dislikes, like I said before that’s great that’s fine, we are all different. But why does hate have to come into play? Why do you have to broadcast it in such a way that makes you sound like you’re putting them down?

To make matters worse, while hiking he says he was straight before and he had crushes on girls but they never paid attention to him so now that’s why he’s gay. *insert face slap emoji here* This dude either has issues with his sexually or just flat out does not want to be gay. Something must have happened in his life to make his views on being gay so terrible.

Don’t get me wrong, I myself for the longest time denied to be gay. But I wasn’t out there telling the world I was straight. I always tell people I wanted to be straight. But there was never one point in my life wheee I actually felt straight.

Through our time that we had been in communication he had told me that guys never return his calls or never want to go in a second date with him. I didn’t understand that because he was a nice looking guy. He seemed sweet, but he’s rotten form the inside with his closed up mind and thoughts.

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Yosemite/San Francisco

Mini vacation.

I went to Yosemite National Park this past week. All I can say is that I fell in love. I love nature. Everything about it is amazing. The way it all works. The way it’s just there. Beautiful.

I went with family and friends and stayed in Camp 4. We arrived early Thursday morning to be able to register for a camp area. We got a good one and set everything up before heading out to hike.

The first thing we set out to see was Yosemite Falls. One of the tallest waterfalls in North America. In the picture below, it doesn’t even do justice of how long it is.

We were going to go to the very top of it but we ended up only making it half way. We ran out of water and were really tired from the drive there, not to mention we were sleep deprived. But nonetheless we made it half way and the views were spectacular.

The next day we went to see Vernal Falls and Nevada Falls.

Both of these were marvelous. They were breathtaking to say the least and the hike was worth it. It took us about 4 hours or so to get to the top of the second waterfall. Going down it was much easier, we stopped way less to rest. Buy the end of the day we went to a lake close by to cool off. The water felt great in our sore muscles.

Then on Saturday we headed to San Francisco to see the Golden Gate Bridge.

Over all this trip was really amazing. I had a great time with my family and my friends. I don’t feel so tired or sore thank god or mainly because I do go to the gym once in a while, which helped. Now it’s back to reality, until my next adventure.

Memorial Day Weekend

This Memorial Day weekend was one of the best weekends I’ve had in a while.

I had a mini road trip with two of my friends. It was planned two weeks prior to us going and everything seemed like it would go well. I told one of my friends to expect something to go wrong. We don’t live in a perfect word, there for the road trip wouldn’t be perfect, and something was bound to happen. Which it did.

It was a trip from California to Wyoming. We passed Nevada, Arizona, and Utah. While in Utah I was stopped by a cop for speeding. I thought great the first hurtle. It wasn’t even a big deal. The officer let us go with a warning and he was super nice.

Thinking I learned my lesson the first time I continued driving, but at the same pace as I was before. I was hyped, I was excited, and I was sleep deprived. We were on 15 hours of continuous driving. So of course I was speeding.

The second time I got pulled over was in Wyoming. We were so close to getting home and then all of a sudden shinning red and blue lights lit up my rear view mirror. Sure enough it was another cop.

This time he asked me to follow him to his car. He asked me to sit in the passenger seat while he looked up some of my information. I was so nervous, I thought for sure that something was gonna happen to me this second time.

But as luck would have it, he was so happy and talkative. He asked me questions about myself and where we were going. He said we should check out Mount Rushmore. He let me go off with another warning.

One of my friends was freaking out. She said no to many bad things are happening. This trip is bad.

I had to try to calm her down but she wouldn’t budge. Of course before getting pulled over the second time I kinda fell half asleep and drove off the road but nothing happened, that didn’t help the situation though.

Once we were forty minutes away from our destination we got a flat tire. It was the funniest thing.

I told one of my friends, this trip is like the journey of my life. Every obstacle and hurtle is in my way, but I still manage to get through it. I still manage to pick myself up and move along.

I like the way I’m looking at life right now. It makes me enjoy it more and I can relax. Life is a journey, we all have the same destination. Death. So just enjoy the way there, because the destination isn’t really that important.

Any who, we made it to my friends aunts house and stayed for 2 days. We were able to see Devils Tower. It has a pretty cool history to it.

We also saw Zion in Utah. And from there drive home. So over all this was a great road trip.

Shin Splints 

            I love running. Especially outside. I’ll admit I did want a treadmill once, but that desire faded away as soon as I saw how nice and beautiful it is to breathe the fresh air outside. 

            Running for me is such a good way for me to relive my stress. To let everything go with every single footstep I place on the ground. My lungs fill up with new air as worries and problems get exhaled and left behind. My mind travels to places that my feet can’t go while music flows through my ears right into my soul. 

            So what happens when that is taken away from you? Tragedy. Ok maybe that’s a little too dramatic. But for me knowing I can’t run for a while is nearly devastating. 

            Let me explain. So basically what happened as I hiked up my usual mountain today in the early morning is that my shins failed me. That bone that runs from your knee to your foot? Yeah that one! The middle part of my shin, the inner part, was hurting like HELL. On both feet! 

            Turns out it’s called shin splints. And it’s actually really common in runners. Well, runners that are very unbalanced. Which I suppose, I am. I have to take the blame on this one (obviously) and say that it’s my fault. I have had minor pain in the same location but had ignored it. I just thought it was sore. But you should never ignore your body! I just learned that today. 

            If I would have listened to my body and investigated this sooner I probably would have fought this early on and would have just cooled down my runs. Now I’m left to stop running completely for a week or so while it heals up. 


            I bought some athletic tape and some neoprene sleeves for both legs. I also placed a cold pad on them for a little while. The pain has gone away, but that doesn’t mean that it’s healed. When I apply pressure it feels like agony. 



            My mom told me that I should cool it down when I run. But I don’t even run that intense. I think it’s just that I stopped so long ago then testarted a long while after and my body was just like WTF Dude? You know? 

            For now all I’m left with is yoga. I tried it once, but didn’t have the patients for it. I’m going to give it another try and see how it goes. Maybe it will calm and relax me in a different way? I’ll do anything right now, don’t have any other options of exercise, other than weights and I do that already. 

“Hike”

Dear Journal, 

     I’m writing to you from my phone today because my brother conveniently decided that he needed to use my laptop for his homework. And I, one of the best brothers ever to roam the land let him use it, (after ten minutes of bickering). I don’t use it that often so it’s ok, it’s also a plus that he doesn’t hog it either. 

     Anyway, on to what I was going to say, which was? Right, well it’s Tuesday and since the horrid thing that we call “Monday” has past I feel well enough to talk about the weekend. Which was not that bad for my type of weekend (I usually have really boring weekends, life, etc). 


    After watching some seasons (yes seasons) of Glee, my mom asked if I wanted to go walk, “hike” you could say (technically because it’s an inclined walk up a hill). I agreed and we went off on our way. We went to Mount Rubidoux in Riverside. It’s like twenty five minutes away from our house so it’s not that far. It’s not my favorite place to hike since again, it’s not an actual hike but it has a good view. 



     And since we are fat asses we had to get corn on the cob from some guy selling some at a near by park. Yes we got all kinds of stares. (I mean who goes out for a walk and gets junk food?) We might as well have taken soda for hydration and Icecream to cool off at the top. In my defense we did finish it at the bottom (I don’t know how that is a defense but there you go). 

     

     The trails are nice. There is a steep way, which will get you to the top faster. There is also a more less inclined way, which will obviously take you a bit longer but will not tire you as much. You think that after eating a greased up, moyo dripping, cheese drenched corn on the cob we would feel guilty enough to go the steepest way and burn those calories we had just consumed right? Well your wrong Journal. You see, we were tired from the consumption of that corn (I don’t know how) that we thought we would rest our selfs by taking it easy. 


     The view was of course priceless. That’s basically why anyone ever goes up there. There is only one or two people actually running up and down the mountain actually excersing everyone else is just taking pictures. (Welcome to America). We sat up there for a total of fifteen minutes and saw half the sunset until unfortualy the smog covered the view then we headed down. Over all it was actually kind of relaxing, I’m up for making that a weekly thing. (No promises though). 

Over all it was a nice little humble weekend fun. (My calfs and feet died several times though). 

Panoramic View of the Top of Mount Rubidoux



2/7/2017