The Bi-Line

2022 has been the most eventful year of my life, thus far, and I mean that in a good way. Every month had something memorable happen. So, instead of ranting about the year, I'm going to break it down with memorable things from each month. January: Mom went to her first Ducks game, cementing her fandom. That was a major win for me and dad...and the Ducks also won that night. Mom and dad adopter a dog named Pepper. Pepper became Wrecker's best friend. I've never seen two dogs with a closer bond than they have. I read the Lord of the Rings books and LOVED them. I accepted my bisexuality and proudly came out. February: I took a 31 hour train from LA to Seattle. I wanted to see the Pacific Northwest in the winter and I did. It was breathtaking. I remember seeing a bald eagle take flight by a frozen lake, as I rode the train through Oregon. While in Seattle, I finally hung out with my friend CJ (who is like a brother to me.) We ate tossed salads and scrambled eggs while watching ...

On Festivus (December 23), I was talking to my therapist. I mentioned that I'm anticipating a post-Christmas depression to begin on the night of Christmas. It often happens. In the same conversation, I talked about how I look for the right gifts for people throughout the year and how I keep the spirit of Christmas in my heart. He asks me why I get depressed, then. I told him it's because the world doesn't keep the spirit of Christmas through the year. He told me that that's why "elves" like me exist. That stuck with me. Then, today, my friend Danielle called me "my personification of Christmas". It got me to thinking. You see, I have my tattoo of a heart with a stake of holly through it because "A Christmas Carol" is my favorite book and my brother designed the tattoo (since I wanted a tattoo in reference to my favorite book.) I'm not just one of those "idiots" Scrooge spoke of who goes around with "merry Christmas" ...

 I want to talk about this year's LA Comic Con, since it was a truly fantastic weekend for me. This will be long, so I don't expect anyone to read it. Lol Even so. Friday started with seeing my friend Alyson, who I'd be seeing a couple times a day through the weekend. I gave her a Christmas gift from me and one from my mom. Then I made my way over to some comic creators. I went to see Donny Cates, first. He has a fake cult that I'm part of. I was wearing the shirt and pin, and carrying the membership card in my wallet. Because of this, he was like "All of that paid off because the autograph is on the house." He and I chatted a bit. He's such a nice guy! Then I went to see Meghan Fitzmartin, writer of the current Tim Drake comic. I got some autographs and talked about comics with her. I expressed why I love her current series, which she appreciated. Next to her was Tini Howard, a comic writer who I have a major crush on. We talked about comics for several m...

Back in college,, I would often say "I don't care about sex. I want something deeper than a vagina." I was in a poetry class and someone suggested I turn that into a poem. Well, I did. Every week, one of the students would submit a poem for the class to read and critique. I used this one. One student complained that she almost got kicked out ot a philosophy class for reading it in the class. It was too vulgar. Maybe she shouldn't so her homework during another class! Anyway, here's the poem called "Deeper", from spring of 2013. I want meaning. I want truth. I want a relationship. You know, something deeper, deeper than a vagina. I want love. Something that lasts. I want something less human and more angelic. You know, something more, more than lust. I'm talking marriage and passion. Not like a cheap f**k that leaves me empty and guilty. I want a soul to embrace me. A woman to chase me. You know, something deeper, deeper than a vag...