My life has hit a turning point, finally, and to mark the occasion I have decided to actually write a blog post. This is not something I have ever done before. Understand, I have never written one because I never saw a need to. Whats the point? I asked myself. Who really gives a shit about my opinion (Aside from me, of course)? If you dont really care about what I say or believe then feel free to introduce yourself to my middle finger. This is my blog. Not yours. Go wank in a corner or something.
I feel the need to explain who I am first, that way there is a basis for all future blogs and I can actually write about fun shit (Assuming I actually keep up with this, still unsure). I am twenty-seven years old, slightly overweight and the grey hairs are coming in. Ive broken my arm and wrist. Ive been beaten bloody, cut and stabbed before. I cant abide people being apathetic to the plights of others when their lives are in danger.
I had my first orgasm at a fairly young age which sent me into violent convulsions and caused my young brain to think I was bloody dying (Pleasurably, I might add). Oh and I nearly did die in a hospital once because I was given the wrong drug. The settlement from that bought me a cozy little condo in the Northgate area of Seattle (You can stalk me if you are cute and entertaining, but keep the crazy down).
From the age of 3 to the age of 16 I was in martial arts and achieve two black belts. From around 13 to 18 I was a dancer. I did jazz, hiphop, lyrical and modern (OMFG a white guy that can DANCE?!?!?! I know...crazy shit, huh?). I do neither anymore, but I would like to get back into martial arts...a different one this time. Muay Thai this time, I think.
From the age of 18 to 25 I dated one woman. This was a huge part of my life and continues to have an impact to this day. I loved her but we just didnt work out and mutually split apart. There was no bad blood or hatred and while we dont talk all that much anymore we are still friends. She was very straight laced with a structured life. I am not.
I love women. I love the way they look and the way they feel. I love how they smell and taste. There is nothing in this life more beautiful and perfect then the lines of their bodies and there is nothing I like more then making them feel good. I wanted to do photography (DSLR), specifically black and white and nudes, to immortalize the perfection that I see in them. This was not an acceptable prospect to my ex...So I didnt do it. I thought I was ok with that.
Once we split apart I realized how unhappy I was. I changed a lot for her and when I looked into the mirror, I didnt recognize the person looking back. Since we split up I have been rediscovering who I was. I bought a camera (a Canon Rebel T3i, for those interested) so that I could start to teach myself how to take pictures. Ive had a few people pose for me and a few other photographers start to give me pointers (Both of which I am looking for more of).
To be fair though, my expansion of self started while I was still with my ex. I got my first tattoo on my forearm. It was big and beautiful and I still grin when I look down at it. It was at that point, I think, that I started to evolve (de-evolve?) into who I used to be. Since splitting up I have pierced my left eyebrow once, my right ear twice more and I have at least 2 tattoos and 5 more piercings planned out. I am just waiting on the funding, which brings me to my next advancement in self discovery...
I got my first real job as my friend would put it. I worked a few labor intensive jobs, then retail for around 5 years (Fucking melted my brain doing retail, true story). I have finally settled into a nerd job that is salaried, M-F. I love it. Its a low amount of work and I have a lot of freedom (Writing a blog on SG for instance). Once I sort out some of my debt, Ill have enough money to get my tats, my piercings and my motorcycle, upon which I fully expect to die within 24 hours of attaining since I am a speed junkie and the bike can go over 200mph.
I have not really been idle since my breakup with my ex. I have dated a few people and been with more then a few others, but each time I come up feeling like there is something lacking. Sometimes its them, other times its me. I am fairly easy going, but very opinionated. I try not to judge people too harshly unless what they believe or say directly harms another human being. I feel myself growing older and wondering if I am going to die alone. I then realize that I am ok with that thought. If I find someone, great. If not? Ill please as many people as I can on the way. I might expand more on this point of view in a later blog, Im not really sure.
Phew. That was a lot of random shit to vomit into this space. I feel a bit purged. This must be why so many people blog their thoughts (I have never even kept a journal). Time will tell if this was a one time sickness, or if it will turn into bulimia of the mind for me.
I feel the need to explain who I am first, that way there is a basis for all future blogs and I can actually write about fun shit (Assuming I actually keep up with this, still unsure). I am twenty-seven years old, slightly overweight and the grey hairs are coming in. Ive broken my arm and wrist. Ive been beaten bloody, cut and stabbed before. I cant abide people being apathetic to the plights of others when their lives are in danger.
I had my first orgasm at a fairly young age which sent me into violent convulsions and caused my young brain to think I was bloody dying (Pleasurably, I might add). Oh and I nearly did die in a hospital once because I was given the wrong drug. The settlement from that bought me a cozy little condo in the Northgate area of Seattle (You can stalk me if you are cute and entertaining, but keep the crazy down).
From the age of 3 to the age of 16 I was in martial arts and achieve two black belts. From around 13 to 18 I was a dancer. I did jazz, hiphop, lyrical and modern (OMFG a white guy that can DANCE?!?!?! I know...crazy shit, huh?). I do neither anymore, but I would like to get back into martial arts...a different one this time. Muay Thai this time, I think.
From the age of 18 to 25 I dated one woman. This was a huge part of my life and continues to have an impact to this day. I loved her but we just didnt work out and mutually split apart. There was no bad blood or hatred and while we dont talk all that much anymore we are still friends. She was very straight laced with a structured life. I am not.
I love women. I love the way they look and the way they feel. I love how they smell and taste. There is nothing in this life more beautiful and perfect then the lines of their bodies and there is nothing I like more then making them feel good. I wanted to do photography (DSLR), specifically black and white and nudes, to immortalize the perfection that I see in them. This was not an acceptable prospect to my ex...So I didnt do it. I thought I was ok with that.
Once we split apart I realized how unhappy I was. I changed a lot for her and when I looked into the mirror, I didnt recognize the person looking back. Since we split up I have been rediscovering who I was. I bought a camera (a Canon Rebel T3i, for those interested) so that I could start to teach myself how to take pictures. Ive had a few people pose for me and a few other photographers start to give me pointers (Both of which I am looking for more of).
To be fair though, my expansion of self started while I was still with my ex. I got my first tattoo on my forearm. It was big and beautiful and I still grin when I look down at it. It was at that point, I think, that I started to evolve (de-evolve?) into who I used to be. Since splitting up I have pierced my left eyebrow once, my right ear twice more and I have at least 2 tattoos and 5 more piercings planned out. I am just waiting on the funding, which brings me to my next advancement in self discovery...
I got my first real job as my friend would put it. I worked a few labor intensive jobs, then retail for around 5 years (Fucking melted my brain doing retail, true story). I have finally settled into a nerd job that is salaried, M-F. I love it. Its a low amount of work and I have a lot of freedom (Writing a blog on SG for instance). Once I sort out some of my debt, Ill have enough money to get my tats, my piercings and my motorcycle, upon which I fully expect to die within 24 hours of attaining since I am a speed junkie and the bike can go over 200mph.
I have not really been idle since my breakup with my ex. I have dated a few people and been with more then a few others, but each time I come up feeling like there is something lacking. Sometimes its them, other times its me. I am fairly easy going, but very opinionated. I try not to judge people too harshly unless what they believe or say directly harms another human being. I feel myself growing older and wondering if I am going to die alone. I then realize that I am ok with that thought. If I find someone, great. If not? Ill please as many people as I can on the way. I might expand more on this point of view in a later blog, Im not really sure.
Phew. That was a lot of random shit to vomit into this space. I feel a bit purged. This must be why so many people blog their thoughts (I have never even kept a journal). Time will tell if this was a one time sickness, or if it will turn into bulimia of the mind for me.