Saturday, August 29, 2009
Downtown
And life is making you lonely
You can always go ....
To the Hema"
Eat a sausage roll, listen to Mahler's 4th Symphony on your iPhone,
and smile.
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Monday, August 24, 2009
Sleep
There is more to it all of course, but the fear of disclosure is
strong even for me.
I must also differentiate between the bedroom, the bed, and sleep itself.
Sleep is the fear of never waking up again, the fear of never wanting
to wake up again. It's oblivion and it's safe at the same time. To
leave one"s body and mind on hold and to leap into nothingness is so
routine for most people that I'm sure some of you are quite shocked to
hear me talk this way.
Each night is a journey into oblivion, nothingness, a state of not
being. Each morning I wake, until the morning when I do not.
It's a conscious choice and it's the subconscious relinquishing of
choice.
Sleep well ....
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Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Barney Frank Confronts Woman At Townhall Comparing Obama To Hitler
A constituent asks, "Why are you supporting this Nazi policy?" Frank responds: "On what planet do you spend most of your time?"
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
The day after the day after
I hope that this is not because my new pills are not working, just
that they are not working at full strength yet.
I'll tell you one thing for sure, the suicidal thoughts are always
very distressing, although they are (I think) becoming less frequent.
Just writing the above scares me very much. Why? What people will
think. Will they think I'm incapable of rational thought? Will they
think I'm about to slit my wrists any moment? That I'm dangerous to be
with? Unsafe to give responsibility to? Unable to carry on?
I'm just a Gay man with HIV and a serious disability in the form of
severe depression.
I'm not alone, there are unfortunately many of us.
With the right medication and good support we can get along fine.
Without one or both of the above life is difficult, sometimes very
difficult.
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Monday, August 17, 2009
However, the next day ....
than I could ever have imagined. Of course the general public didn't notice
any of it (or am I underestimating peoples intelligence?).
It was full on war on the Dijk yesterday at a level that I never
dreamed they (Queens Head and Barderij) would have stooped to.
Without the support of friends I would have been made to look a fool
too.
All in all another reason to distance myself even more from the
'wrong" side of the Zeedijk.
But ....
Once again ....
Why do some people only really feel good about themselves when they
are putting other people down?
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Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Shopping
Honestly.
Gay and not a shopaholic I'm glad to say. Not many things
bore me like shopping for non-essential items - but nothing in the
world hits that button like shopping for essentials does.
You all know exactly what I mean. You need something very specific, in
a specific colour, and a specific size .... And there's only one
place you think it may be. The Market.
Brrrrrrrrrrr
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Sunday, August 9, 2009
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Patterns
they always the most destructive, if not self-destructive ones?
We're all Pavlov's dogs to a certain extent, conditioned to respnd to
stimulii. But how do we create those responses?
Because, of course, our lives are not a controlled lab experiment. We
are continually bombarded with 'appropriate' responses to stimulii,
but the choices that we make, the responses we choose to link to the
stimulii, are they random?
Maybe it's chance, maybe we choose the response that hurts the least,
or the most, and maybe sometimes we have no choice and the responses
are forced upon us.
It's a kind of crossed wires syndrome where the response is neither
appropriate nor in proportion.
Which is, of course, a pretty good description of emotions in general;
not always appropriate or in proportion (or even relevant).
We are not in control of our emotions, and we should never want to be
for emotion control is one of the sure ways to madness. However we
need to be aware of the truth about how fickle our emotions are, how
easily manipulated, how easily influenced.
"I put you down because it makes me feel better about myself"
Pavlov's dogs.
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Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Monday, August 3, 2009
Plus & Minus
For someone who is hyper-sensitive, prone to over-stimulation and
passive-empathic, I didn't do too bad over the last few weeks.
I've discovered that 'downers' like alcohol really do have an adverse
effect on me. As do large crowds of people.
I've unfortunately also re-discovered that one of the greatest taboo
subjects in the world is still mental illness. People generally are
either so frightened of it that they don't want to hear, or are so
intolerant that they dismiss it as 'drama queen' behaviour. Neither
helps.
I don't know the answer to this, if there is one, or if one is even
necessary.
If I'm mad as a hatter but only hurt myself because of that? Does that
make me a threat to society?
No, the feelings of hopelessness will destroy any joy or happiness in
your life and leave you as a burnt out shell of a human being....
.... and the world may never even know.
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Sunday, August 2, 2009
Cash Pride
At best it was boring, at worst demeaning.
A city full of dronken heterosexuals came to see the fags on boats.
Canal Parade has, inherently, always had a high voyeurs level. The
fags are captive on the boats with a very safe distance of water
between them and the general public. Where this invisible barrier used
to help the fags to let go of their inhibitions without fear of being
beaten to pulp by the straights, it now serves to keep the public safe
from 'undesirable' and 'inapropriate' behaviour.
What was (sometimes) a joyous, raucous celebration of all things Gay,
incuding Gay Sex, is now an advertising vehicle snuffeling for the
Pink Euro.
Sorry fellas, Gay Pride has become a Cash Cow and is not only
interested in our wallets, but in the wallets of the General Public.
I'm afraid that yesterday just made me angry.
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