Month: July 2006

Crisis of Faith

A man looks around at his world. He sees it on the brink of environmental disaster, and filled with bigotry and murder. Feeling helpless, he turns his head to God.

“Lord,” he says, “with all the evil in the world, with all it’s injustice, I still have faith in you.”

“And I,” God replies, “have faith in you.”

Daily Recap

I woke up this morning to a phone call from my mom. She suspects that we have Cherokee heritage. She doesn’t know who her great grandmother is. She’s never been mentioned. But she knows her great grandfather travelled with the Cherokee. Seems pretty likely, and really exciting to me.

I cancelled a massage this morning because my throat was sore and my glands were swollen. I didn’t want to make anyone sick, though I felt energetic and strong.

The sick feeling lessened, and I had breakfast at Squat’n Gobble in the Castro. I saw Mo’s wife and daughter for the first time. He’s a proud papa. I read more of Cosmos & Psyche. Great book!!

Then I met my Anthropology of Homosexualities professor for tea. I returned “So You Don’t Know Much About Mythology” to him, a set of CDs telling tales and discussing world mythology. He shared his AWESOME pics of Greece with me.

Ben and Becca showed up unexpectedly (after I had just compared Ben and Matt), fresh from the Rainbow Gathering. Matt left. I had an empty massage book, so I got to catch up with the Rainbows for hours. It felt soooo good.

Brian joined me while I ate lunch, and I did one massage. We talked about kink and play parties. I tanned, left work early, worked out, practiced my poi, and bought bananas. Dan and I made plans to go camping tomorrow, and Tim and I made plans to shoot pool.

I drove home where I hung out with some of the crew before typing this.

Just the facts, ma’m…

The New Pad

It’s an interesting time. I moved to Brisbane. I still can’t believe I don’t live in San Francisco. Yes, it’s close geographically, but the character is so different. I didn’t expect to move. I didn’t plan to move. The room was just right, and I knew it was the right thing to do (if there is such a thing.) I came home tonight after work to a couple of guys finishing a movie. Then some of the women came home, and it started to feel like home. I’ve been such a home-loner lately. I’m even a little afraid of a home that’s so social. It feels really good, though. My pattern is to go out and be fiercely social, and come home to be solitary and silent. I’m going to grow here.