May be too intense for some viewers.

...and it made me really sad.  Sad because we used to be pretty into each other, or so I thought.  We used to talk a lot anyway and had plenty of friends in common, still do I guess.  I helped you during a tough time, not to oblige you but because it was the right thing to do, and also at the moment I was the only one who could do it. I continued to defend you when others talked shit about you, and kept an eye out against those that would exploit you.I bent over backwards trying to keep things on the straight and narrow until circumstances were ready for more, and when that time came I traveled across the continent to meet you.

And you totally bailed.  Your excuse was completely lame given the circumstances and you quickly dropped right off the radar, no doubt in shame or guilt.  I'd seen you pull a fade a few times because you were not at liberty to live openly, and understood the need for it, but I guess some defenses become just too comfortable, too ingrained to drop when they are no longer needed.  Oh, I know you were young and dumb, we've all been there, and I chalk it up to that more than any malice.  I was pretty naive considering, should have seen it coming.

I looked through your pictures and you are beautiful as always, but now every picture just saddens me.  

I do not want to be your friend. I want things to be like I thought they were, but that ship has sailed. I WAS your friend, though apparently you didn't realize it, or didn't appreciate it.

You taught me a lot about appearances and internet friends though, and I suppose I should thank you for that.

I wish you well and I hope you will treat those in you present and future with honesty and openness now that you have the secure freedom to.

Well the weather was awesome for Pride today, and a good time was had by our crew, but I end the day with very mixed feelings. I definitely was bummed by the d-bag preachers with the PA-system...though it was fun to watch the Dykes on Bykes drown them out with their vroooma-vroom-vroom. They couldn't seem to decide if they loved us, condemned us, or felt pity for us as they waffled between guilt-trip moaning and finger-pointing accusations (did you know we are all abominations and child molesters? True fax.) However walking right through the hypocrites' midst hand-in-hand with my friends felt good too, and soon they were out of earshot.

I went this year with the recent teen suicides riding along in my heart and though I saw plenty of "good" churches represented in the parade, I still felt the echoes of the abuse I suffered growing up in the fold of bible-thumping loonies and the society that supports them. Thank you @ssh0le street preacher for reminding me that my battle is not over, and that there are others who need to hear that they are not alone and you and your ilk are not all that there is. You are not in control, and your truth is not everyone's truth.

You are dinosaurs, we are the meteor. Hurry up and go extinct already.

Ok so Scruff app for iPhone seems to be taking off like wildfire...and they implemented ads which is understandable for a free service, but some of the ads running have OBVIOUSLY not been thought through.

There was one for "jesus loves you" or something, one for "Marriage and God" complete with a bride and groom - guess the Mormons paid for that one - but today's has been the best so far:

"BabyCenter My Pregnancy Today" app LOL

Think their sponsors are making a mint advertising on a gay hookup app?

GLBTQ2I?

Really?! I am never using this term or any of the other alphabet soup acronyms for the entire breadth and depth of every kind of sexual minority all lumped together (except in irony or to bitch about said term). There should be an announcement each time a new color of marshmallow is added to the Fucky Charms community. Queer Hearts! Lesbian Moons! Transgendered Stars! Gay Clovers, Bi Diamonds and Questioning Horseshoes!

This is totally cumbersome, hard to remember - much less spell, use or "pronounce." Someone either needs to make a true acronym that can be a practical word for all us non-mainstream folks or if we are going to lump in every conceivable sex and gender issue into one label can we just say "sexual minority" and get it over with?

2 Protests in Atlanta this Saturday the 15th in solidarity against California's Prop 8

http://jointheimpact.wetpaint.com/page/Georgia?t=anon

hung out with the BFF (Rob) on Friday then worked on two new clients (one of whom I'd been wanting to meet for some time) and that went great.  Watched fireworks (solo in the crowd, but whatev).  Worked Saturday -slow but easy...had dinner with Rob and our mutual friend Bear afterwards.  Showed them the new place,  worked on the move some, got kinda emo and went to bed real early - and thus woke up super early.  So I went to breakfast with Rob, then took a nap - lunch and WoW with BFF, then hung out with a hottie from NC who I occasionally get to see.  Then The Cub Formerly Known As Contender Cub (Piper) invited me to see Wall-E which I liked a lot, and then we and Rob had dinner at our favorite hole in the wall pizza place.

I just remembered an LJdrama from a few years ago involving a bear and his much younger cub and several of my e-friends...one camp was firmly in the "the cub is crazy" and I was in the "the bear is an asshole" camp because the cub was also an e-friend of mine and the bear had in fact, been an asshole to me.  We all had a huge row over it and eventually just agreed to disagree - and since only a few of us had actual IRL experience with either party, it was kind of pointless to keep on about it.

As I found out a bit later, the two views were not exclusive.  It wasn't a case of which was right and which was wrong -  both  views were correct. Funny, that.

When you are getting on so well with a guy online (or in person, or any combo thereof)  that you are making plans for him to travel across the country (or you to travel to him) to spend time "getting to know" each other and so forth, that isn't flirting.  That's an overture.

So therefore, when you later publicly (but indirectly) reveal you're dating someone else, it doesn't look good. And don't bother repeating that overture if things don't work out with the new beau. 

If you were talking smack with me behind his back, you'll talk smack with someone else behind mine.

Smell ya later.