Went to happy hour with some friends and the bf to do some margaritas only day drinking. Ended up with us drinking at the cemetery. It’s not as dark as it sounds. In fact it was the opposite. Peaceful, and beautiful. It really feels like summer.
On Saturday, we barbecued. I had my boyfriend come over so he could escape the heat of his apartment since it’s on the third floor. I’m writing this because for a good hour, my dad and boyfriend sat outside chatting over beer. My dad isn’t really much of a talker. He’s an introvert, and homebody and, all in all, keeps to himself. If he’s really comfortable, and you can manage to bring up a topic he’s interested in he might carry a conversation with you but it’s rare. He solemnly opens up except with his brothers, my mom, or me and my siblings, in which he will tell some of the best and most exciting stories all in a VERY loud voice. Or rather it’s exciting and the best according to him, but I can say they are objectively loud. I peeked out the window to check up on them and Neal was sitting, my dad was standing, beer in one hand, and tongs in the other, and really just involved in telling a story to Neal. He was expressive, and using hang motions. the window was closed so I couldn’t hear what he was saying, but I could hear his voice fluctuate in tone to match his strong, and excited expressions.
I was taken aback a bit, but really, I was elated. It made me realize how lucky I am to have such a great and accepting family. I can remember how afraid I was to come out. Never in my dreams were there thoughts of this. My boyfriend and my dad just having a good time, bonding, chatting, and having beers. It was a little surreal, but the feeling is something I can’t describe. It felt, comfortable, like the kind of comfort you get when you’re home with your family. Everything just feels right. Completely natural.
I guess it’s just another affirmation that I picked a good one. Being Mexican, we are very family oriented, so it’s just great to see him hold his own, especially with my dad. I look forward to many more days like Saturday. Really I look forward to many more days with Neal.
I was only two.
I still remember the tanks
Who invented the blow job?
Like, who wakes up one day and thinks “today, I will suck a dick”
Every day. Every morning. It’s usually my first thought.
This new Tumblr layout is going to take some time to get used to. It certainly makes more sense to have all clicky stuff at the bottom instead of at the top. It’s become a terrible habit to scroll back to the top to Like or Reblog things though doing this for like four years… so, this is going to take some time.
Was LITERALLY just about to make the same post. I’ve scrolled back up, only to scroll back down too many times today.
These last few days were nice. Was going to share it with you, internet, but I think I’m just going to cache the memory. All you need to know is that I’m happy and it was perfect spending time with you, love.
My boyfriend graduated today! He graduated magna cum laude(with great honor).
Now allow me to explain to you why I am proud of this man. This man didn’t graduate high school, but he went out and got his GED. Then, this man went and enrolled into community college. He worked and learned and earned a transfer to Fresno State. A few years ago he was all set to graduate, but then life happened. He didn’t. What did he do? He went back. He earned a second degree, and he also added a minor to his educational repertoire. He failed. Numerous times. But he’s resilient. He overcame his failure and grew from it, and today, he graduated magna cum laude despite it all.
This man taught me resilience. This man taught me how to pick myself up. This man taught me how failure doesn’t define you. This man is the man I love, and I couldn’t be more proud of another human being.
- Him: Man I feel like treating myself to Denny's before I start cleaning... or sushi
- Me: It's funny that Denny's is a "treat"
- Him: Shut up it's sweet and fatty breakfast food
- Me: haha
- Him: My sister and I used to get grand slams every week of the semester.
- Him: Yes, I think that will be very fitting, and I'll use my student discount!
- Me: Last time you can use it :P
- Him: Sigh, no longer a young and fresh faced youth just beginning to learn about the world. sob
- Me: You're a grooooown woman, you can do WHATEVER you want
- Him: Yup, King Bey say so
These next few days are going to FLY BY! Final tomorrow followed by obligatory debauchery to celebrate summer and Neal graduating. Then Neal’s convocation for the school of Arts and Humanities on Friday followed by dinner. Then COMMENCEMENT ON SATURDAY!!! Right after which we are heading out to San Francisco. We are running Bay to Breakers on Sunday AND THEN I GET TO SEE SOME OF GEN 16 PEOPLEEEEE. Seriously miss my gen so much. Can’t wait to see you guys <3 We are now considering staying another night and leaving Monday, so there’s that too :)
I realized how much shit I’ve been reblogging. I flipped through my blog and it didn’t feel like quite my own. I remember a time when I made it a point NOT to reblog anything.
I felt very appreciated today. My boyf sent me a text “Beyonce had to cancel a show due to dehydration and exhaustion I hope she recovers quickly”. It was fairly early in the day. I hadn’t heard about it. It was like, “fuck, he gets me”. Get well soon Bey. <3
she wants the d(ecent representation of queer characters within mainstream media without their plot being reduced to said sexuality)
At work we recent began selling a few shirts with Frida Kahlo on them. At first I was like, “Sweet! It’s nice to see such a great person and icon of Mexican heritage receive this kind of exposure ”, but then I started having conversations with the people who would buy them, you know being a cashier and all. they usually went down like this:
Me: I love these shirts so much! I wish they had them in the men’s line. So which of her paintings is your favorite?
Them:…… ??? ummmm?????????
WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU BUYING SOMETHING WITH HER FACE ON IT IF YOU CAN’T EVEN TELL ME A WORK OF HER’S YOU LIKE???? Basically, she is being turned into an accessory for people to wear to appear trendy, cool, free-spirited blah blah blah white people things. Recently I had to summon every ounce of self restraint to not tell the ignorant white mother and daughter buying matching shirts: “oh, isn’t Frida amazing! It’s cool to see follow supporters of such a famous champion of communism”. Okay. So yes I would have been exaggerating her icon status but anyone who is educated about her would understand. I mean, the sole purpose would be to scare them since i’m 100% sure they had no idea about that detail. She is a person. She is not your fashion accessory. Please don’t appropriate her to fit your own “rebel” lifestyle. She had convictions and beliefs of her own, try learning them.
It’s like Helen Keller. Everyone is quick to use her in overcoming your disabilities and omg there is no limits, determination and you can succeed, limits are self imposed rhetoric, but people seem to forget/are uneducated on the fact that she was a member of the Socialist Party of America. Can people just TRY to educate themselves. Please? Is it too much to ask?