Moving on

I'm not really upset that my sister is moving back to San Francisco tomorrow, but I am feeling really melancholy about the whole thing. Its the end of an era, as she said - we knew this day was coming. Maybe I feel a little bit jealous, but I know I'll get back there someday, too. I mostly think its just hard for me to imagine DC without her anymore. She's been such a big part of my life out here.

I try to imagine life back in San Francisco before DC, and I can't remember how close we were before moving out here. I think we were close - we always have been. But I think being marooned here on the east coast together has pushed us closer than we could have imagined. She's a great sense of stability and consistency in my life that I haven't always had, and who has certainly made living out here, 3000 miles away from my home, okay.

With friendships, its the same. I feel like I have good friends but my best friends live in San Francisco and my closest friends right now live in DC. I don't know how that will all change when I leave, if it will at all. I don't know if I will be missed out here, as much as I miss my friends back home.

I guess what I'm really worried about is always feeling like half of my life is somewhere else than where I presently am. I'm glad that my sister moving has opened my eyes to this situation, and to the people who I consider friends. I think that what is really bothering me is that I'm starting to see holes in some of my friendships, and I'm starting to see a consistency in the people who have been there for a while.

I want to be where I am, not wish I were elsewhere. And tonight, I realize where that is. Read more!

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Simian Mobile Disco - Hustler VS. Dove Onslaught

I don't know if I've ever put this video on here, but if I have, it was a long long time ago. I love this video. It says so much about our perception of beauty, it speaks on consumerism, and all the while a fabulous disco beat plays in the background. Enjoy! I mean, come on - who doesn't love hot chicks puking on each other?



In contrast, I'd like to put up one of my favorite TV commercials of all time, which is only overshadowed by the fact that it is selling a product, just like the things it seems to argue against. I think its a brilliant deception.



It really makes you think. Read more!

Being Green Vs. Having Nice Teeth

Okay, so a major gripe I have with environmentalism is that all roads eventually lead us all towards having horrific teeth. And that is just something I cannot do.



For example, straws:



Straws are terrible for the environment because they are made of plastic and we tend to use them like they are political rights. Many of us are peeved when we are forced to drink something with ice in it without a straw, or when the option isn't simply there regardless of whether we want or need one at all. Cocktail straws are the worst - because bartenders, and douchebags who grab their own garnishes like they're at a salad bar, will often put more than one of the tiny suckers into their cocktail to promote a faster drinking rate. Fail.



I got into the habit of never taking or using a straw a few years ago, but I've realized that my tranny lifestyle has me drinking things that are terrible for my teeth - coffee, soda, and red wine, just to name a few. The way many people get around at least two of these teeth-staining beverages is by using a straw (although I have seen a few people sucking down pinot noir with straws, eek!). Now, straw-using is not something that I want to get into the habit of again, but it seems inevitable that if I want to save the last vestige of pearly white my canines have to offer, then I'm going to have to do a lot more than simply skipping out on my next Americano. A whole lifestyle change is in order.

According to the New York Times, Americans have worst teeth than they did a decade ago. I'd like to see how the power struggle between health care reform and Obama's promises of more green jobs will affect what my teeth look like in ten more years. Read more!

Gay Hipster

Couldn't resist.

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