I am a 36 year old gay man. I act 25 years old. My ancestors came from an Acadian
and German background. I come from south Louisiana. (the fun part of Louisiana) I was raised Catholic and I have lived almost my entire life in a Parish near Baton Rouge where the racial makeup is: 77.39% White, 20.28% Black, 2.46% Hispanic or Latino of any race,0.34% Asian, 0.27% Native American, 0.02% Pacific Islander. If you don't count the westbank of the Parish, across the Mississippi River, I grew up in an area that has a 90% White racial makeup.
I live in a rural area that is quickly becoming a booming suburban mecca. I live in a big neighborhood that has flourished mostly with four generations of six families. Most of their offspring live door to door, like in the old days. My family lives in the same area on vast farmland riddled with mares, colts and studhorses. In each of our kitchen windows, we can look out and see each other's houses. When I look out my window, I see a barn, horses, and chickens.
I am an alumnus of Louisiana State University
(LSU) and a football season ticket holder. Yes, I am looking forward to the Fighting Tigers whooping some Aubie Butt
on Sep. 16th and kicking Fulmer's big ass
in Knoxville on Nov. 4th. Ninety percent of my television viewing annually is related to college or NFL football. I LOVE IT.
I have a gay dog (Boudreaux) and a hetero dog (Pierre). My gay dog can beat up your hetero dog. Both are Dachshunds. I do sleep with them in the bed everynight. They are probably the most prized possesions I have. I love Boudreaux and Pierre as unconditionally as they love me.
I am a Democrat. I may be more conservative leaning than my friends. I fully support equal rights for gay people. I don't understand why gay people can't get off those sex sites and put more energy into actively fighting for our rights. I believe we should protest more actively and utilize violence if necessary. I don't understand why we passively allow others to restrict our rights. I feel it is time to get angry and in the face of all these "family" organizations, churches and politicians. We should forcefully demand our rights NOW and stop being pussies. I do not believe simply attending your local gay pride festival does anything to better our lot in life.
I hate to lose at anything. My motto is: losing is for losers! If I lose, I don't just quit and say "Oh, well... I am just not good at this sport." I think people who don't like sports or don't even want to try are underachievers. I admire individuals who love sports and like to play the games. I can be a sore loser or a gloating winner. I take losing personally and I will be hellbent on concentrating on getting better until I beat your ass. I will only focus on why the hell did I let you score any points. It was not your skill that got you that point. It was my failing to let you have that point. I am still not over the fact that my friend David in Seattle beat me in our only tennis match together. I still have a grudge and David will rue the day next time we face off in a tennis court together. Grrr...
Sexually, I am into anything that feels good. I believe in trying everything once... twice if you like it. I am versatile. A tongue in my ear drives me insane with pleasure. Sometimes I like aggressive and verbal play in bed. Other times, I just like sweet loving.
I do have a boyfriend whom I call "E.Shrew" on this blog. We are going through life's adventures together. I love that he let's me be me. He let's me shine and doesn't try to control me. I can live life and enjoy it with him. Our relationship works because we don't sweat the small details. Jealousy doesn't rule our relationship.
I rarely dress fancy
. A tie around my neck sometimes makes me gag as I feel too constricted. I do have jewelry, but I rarely if ever wear it. My dress style is very casual. I am a t-shirt, baseball cap, tight jeans wearing kind of guy.
I seldom drink coffee. I prefer ice tea. If I do drink coffee, I must really need the caffeine. I must always eat something after drinking coffee or I'll get nauseous. I can only drink one cup of coffee because I have a sensitive stomach to it.
My favorite bar beverage is Bud Lite. No other beer tastes as good to me. When I feel too bloated to drink beer (i.e., after dinner), I'll drink Vodka, Soda, and Lime. Don't buy me shots while I am in the bar. I get moody and have a sudden low tolerance of everybody and everything. I turn into Mr. Asshole. (and so does E.Shrew)
I admire people who can cook. I have never taken the time to learn how to cook anything but the basics. I do feel embarrassed about my lack of cooking skills.
I am not a big movie person. I do not like scary movies or anything that comes close to C.S.I. I want movies to entertain me. I do not want to be scared, freaked out, disgusted, or left with a bad image of a part of society in movies.
I am a clean body freak. I probably take more showers in a day than you do. My skin and breath must smell good at all times. I rarely go out of my house looking grungy. I think this has more to do with being prepared than any compulsive disorders.
I have written 60 pages to my fictional novel. I stopped writing about six weeks ago. I feel ashamed that I have abruptly stopped. I promise to continue on with it real soon. I want to get it published and make a million buckaroos. The fact that some friends and family are laughing at the idea of me writing a book only makes me more determined.
Have I left anything out?