I work at a place called Raygun Lounge. It’s a long-standing shop on the side of Capitol Hill known for loving games and geek culture. I was essentially hired on a referral and it doesn’t seem I’ll disappoint. The owner wants to incorporate a more “diverse” workforce. Essentially I got the job because my nerd interests are queer and, well, boobs. I hope to see more girls working with me in the future but to be honest, I’m not a typical set of boobs. I also happen to know the finer points of working a small espresso operation and have oodles of things to offer in experience alone. Continue reading Street Cred
Category Archives: Quick Thoughts
Last Night sans WiFi
Doing things without the internet feels like a punishment but then it passes through me and I get over it because I know I’m not being watched at this point. Continue reading Last Night sans WiFi
Poor Me
I’d give up every potential love in my life just to have my dogs again. It’s not fair to experience the death of my children before my parents. All the associations I have with love come in 3 or 4-legged forms. Losing my first dog happened 2 weeks after my best friend killed himself. It might be projection but I’m pretty sure the dog’s death was harder to handle. He was younger and less in control of his fate. Wade chose to leave this plane of existence by his own hand. I don’t blame him, I also don’t have to like it. Continue reading Poor Me
Real-Time Draft
I am not always the hero in my story. That’s why I’m a writer. Wearing cliches as if the world’s a masquerade, I hide in plain sight most places I go. When ever in doubt, I carry a camera. The opening lines to everyone’s story start the same. I was a person in a place at a certain time. The more interesting you try to make it the less flexibility you have with details. Stick to the truth and there’s an endless supply of embellishments. Honesty means you have to tell the bad parts with the good. And believe me, the stories you don’t want to be honest about are the best ones to tell. Continue reading Real-Time Draft
Hot Hot Hot
After less than a year living in Seattle I’ve accumulated more legit friends than I’ve ever had at one time. My lone wolfish quality makes it hard to keep more than one friend at a time. Especially since most of my friends are from such radically different areas of my life. My birthday parties usually involve half a dozen people that look more like a jury than a party. Fortunately my friends tend to be more open-minded and accepting than average humans. The best part about me is the people I know. Continue reading Hot Hot Hot
Suicidal
One statistic I read said that people who talk about committing suicide are less likely to do it. Successfully, at least. This was after Wade died and I made a vow to not be one of those vapid, narcissistic assholes that brings up suicide every time emotions run high. I did enough of that as an early teenager to last forever. I’d scream at the top of my lungs about unfairness and how much I wanted to kill myself. I probably really felt that way at the time. Back then, I felt everything to such a high degree I can’t remember what’s real sometimes. Continue reading Suicidal
Are You Flirting With Me?
Who else hears Juliette Lewis’s voice from Natural Born Killers every time they hear that phrase? Continue reading Are You Flirting With Me?
Fixation
I live in Seattle. Technically (and financially) that’s been true since January. It just didn’t feel real until now. On Wednesday night I told a very personal story on stage to a small, attentive crowd. About 20% of the crowd consisted of people there to see me. It’s absolutely amazing – in less than a year I have friends in Seattle. I was even surprised by someone who didn’t tell me they would be there. That’s the biggest audience I’ve ever drawn for anything, including my wedding. A sure sign that I not only live in Seattle but I fit in better than I ever did in Memphis. Continue reading Fixation
Date Night
I agreed to meet someone tonight after a very long break in correspondence. I don’t want to go. I have no viable reason. At least none I have proof of. The break in contact occurred for a reason though. This person has made me feel uncomfortable in the past. Probably due to my own inability to communicate, given the personal growth I’ve had since then. I still don’t know exactly what to expect. I don’t want to go but I will. I can’t tell the difference between anxiety or dread at this point. It’ll only take 20 minutes before I know if my gut is right or I’ll discover my past judgement is wrong. If that happens then I’m just a bus ride away from home.
5 hours later… Continue reading Date Night