Dear Tom, why do you feel people hide behind the anonymity of formspring to be rude? Do you feel that they just have no balls to say it to your face? Hope your summer is going well, but seriously, i would love to hear your thoughts
You’re absolutely right. Thats what I meant too. I meant to say when people are rude and post it anonymously, they are hiding behind the anonymity because they don’t have the cahones to say it right to my face. Even merely saying it online makes you a coward, ya know? It’s just out of respect to be disrespectful to their face, if that makes ANY sense at all. lol
The debut track off the upcoming studio album from The Pretty Reckless. With front-woman Taylor Momsen (Jenny Humphrey; Gossip Girl) and the powerful, and yet kind of emo, sound… I’m actually quite surprised.
formsprings old news, thats why. and when you stop answering questions, ppl stop asking em. you arent interesting enough to keep anyones attention. what do you even do besides be a stereotypical lady gaga wannabe celebrity?
Oh you. Hiding behind the anonymity so you can dis me. I have a life, sweetheart. I do things with it too! Just because I like Lady GaGa doesn’t make me a stereotypical wannabe celebrity. Get your head out of your ass and grow some balls and confront me like a real man/woman or whatever you are. But it seems to me that you’re a coward. Yeah, I’ve heard it before: “If you don’t want people to be rude to you or anonymous then why have a formspring?”
It’s fun to have. But grow a pair put your name to the question/statement you’re putting on here. That doesn’t make me the uninteresting one…
My youngest son is seven years old and works a skateboard better than most teens. He also enjoys hunting and guns, playing baseball… and reading.
He went this entire season of baseball without striking out and has just finished an autobiography by a World War II vet. We don’t know which is more pronounced: his athletic side or his brainy side, but we enjoy them both.
His eleven year old brother, on the other hand, is easier to peg. He is not a sports fan and wears the title of: Nerd, with pride. Not long ago, I heard the following conversation:
Big brother: (pushing his glasses further atop his nose as he pauses in front of the football game on TV)
Running after a ball… I don’t get it and hopefully never will.
Lil brother: (eyes never leaving the game on TV)
I’d love to be a professional sports guy.
Big brother: (shaking head left to right and placing a condescending hand on his brother’s shoulder)
Just what the world needs, another unproductive citizen.
As a former college ball player, It took all their father had not to comment.
We’re your basic Southern family except we are not religious and we live down the street from a lesbian relative.
Cousin Jennifer is a red-headed photographer that loves dogs and all things girly. She also loves her long-time girlfriend, Judy. Judy is a gorgeous brunette who serves in the United States Army.
They are also a fabulous babysitting duo and my children request them anytime their father and I are going for an evening on the town. We have the same rules for them that we would have for a straight babysitting couple:
Just keep the kids safe and no lovey dovey adult stuff in front of them.
It works out very well. They play non-stop games and teach them interesting things. They are obviously crazy about each other and it gives off a very positive energy that my children soak in and release to those around them.
So, even at 7, he understands “Gay.” But until recently, we’ve never had to explain the issue of legality.
Yesterday, I walked into the living room to see him surrounded by all the paper guns he had been making. I saw the finished Civil War book at his feet. He was sitting Indian style in front of his brother who was gobbling down pancakes.
He glanced over at his older brother and then back at me. Something was on his mind. Suddenly, he blurted out:
Mommy, when will Judy break up with Jennifer?
I don’t think they plan on breaking up, I replied.
When they do, will she stop being my cousin?
Judy loves you very much, Honey.
I scooped him up to snuggle with him in my lap. I just had to nuzzle that sweet neck while he was still small.
They won’t break up, I assured. Why the sudden worry?
His brother chimed in:
Well, I explained to him that gay marriages aren’t allowed, here.
I see, I sighed.
I just rocked this little ball of confusion and stared off into space until I felt his warm tear reach my arm. When I realized he was crying, my chest tightened and threatened to burst open.
When his brother heard his little whimper he walked over and did his usually placing of “hand on shoulder”, but instead of the expected snark he gently asked:
Why are you crying?
His brother (lifting one little eye from under my arm) whispered:
Good question, Kev. I don’t even know where to begin… It could be the endless nights I spend around the fire with my friends, beer in hand, just talking about random shit.
It could be going up to my Aunt’s “estate” and sun-baking in the middle of the lake.
Or maybe it’s just the time I get to spend with the people that have always been there for me in my life without having to think about school.
Everything about summer is nice. Relaxation to the maximum. I will never complain about summer vacation.
Vulnerability - susceptibility to injury or attack
I was talking about this today. I actually was talking about it a lot. With someone I had just met for the first time face to face. Which I guess makes it the most vulnerable I’ve made myself in a long time.
I guess this all stems back to the divorce. Ever since I was three, my parents have been split. I wouldn’t say that this was the direct root of where I had “vulnerability issues”, but it definitely induced it. I have been the man of the house for 16 years. It was a lot for a three year old to handle. I guess I don’t really remember that far back, but I do remember certain things. I remember the feelings of having to be strong for those who were weak, the feelings of being the only one who can fix it, and the feelings like I never had time for myself.
No, this isn’t a fucking pity party, I just finally realized that this is supposed to be a blog about me, and no one even really knows anything about me.
Currently, I’m 34 years old in the body of a 19 year old. The kid in me shines through when it comes to financial woes and college partying, but other than that it feels like I am always the one who has to make things right. I guess that doesn’t make me 34 years old, but it seemed like a good idea to say it at the time.
I’ve always known that there was something different about who I am. You know, I don’t even think that’s what I want to say. The things I like do not define who I am. Yeah, I like boys. Sometimes I like girls too, but it’s usually a special occasion… like Thirsty Thursday or Big Ass Drink Night.
I am already getting kind of bored of being serious, but I guess I should do this every now and then.
I love my family. They mean absolutely everything to me. My friends are every bit included.
Relationships have always been tough on me. I hate being put on a pedestal and I hate being under appreciated. I stand my own ground, so grow some balls and be who you are.
Vulnerability. I don’t cry in front of people. I have to be strong.