Tag: bi
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Reneging on My Six… Maybe
A while back, I wrote I was a counter-phobic, sexual six. If you’re not an enneagram nerd like myself, no, I’m not having sex with six people. In short, a sexual six is scared and presents courageous to prove to themself and others they’re able to beat anything. I promise I’m getting to sappy, personal…
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Purpose and the Politician
A recent trip to Texas and a Netflix original show trigger thoughts of purpose and destiny.
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No Man’s Land
In Lady Montague’a “Turkish Embassy Letters” she describes a people group in South Eastern Europe, during the Ottoman Empire. They existed between Islamic nations and Christian nations. Out of fear, they kept both holy days, refusing to work on both Friday’s and Sunday’s. I resonate with that—binding yourself to fear so intimately you live in…
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Epilogue – Colorado Springs, CO
And now is the part where I say, “I returned home! My journies enlightened me. I’ve been changed.” If only… Life has been rough since coming back. I would love to say that all the travels and people transformed me. In the moment, it did. Hope was birthed. Love re-kindled. It was as though life…
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Part 8. Phoenix, AZ
Arizona. How many times have I mentioned I hate deserts on this blog? And yet, I keep ending up in them. I will say this, there is something actually magical about a desert (can’t believe I said that). It strips you of any self-resilience. Strength doesn’t matter. Money can’t buy you anything. You’re stripped to…
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Part 1. – Sierra Vista, Arizona
Part one of quitting my job and traveling, in hopes to find answers.
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A Criticism of Gay Culture by a Gay Man
“Don’t end up with a dude, Zach. They’re all terrible!” Matt blurted as Zach and I sat on the couch, drinking martinis. Matt and Zach are roommates, gay/bi (respectably), and not partners. In fact, when Matt introduces Zach to his gay friends, it normally goes something like this: “So-and-so, meet Zach, my roommate. No, we…
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Incongruents (yes, plural)
Warning: Pretty language not utilized It’s been an odd few months. The nail in the coffin of my last relationship was hammered in four to five times. I’ve hooked up with about eight strangers. I’ve lied awake in someone else’s bed, wishing I was in my bed, trying to remember what the guys name was,…
