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Name: Lee
Location: Manchester, New Hampshire, United States
Birthday: 5/17/1988
Gender: Male
Interests: Left Handers. Left Brainers. Cookies. Chuck Norris. Potted Plants.
Expertise: Target. Giving Massages.
Occupation: Administrative
Industry: Legal
Message: message me
Member Since:
1/2/2006
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| The house next to mine (also big and white, but more boxy) used to be occupied by the typical American family. There was a husband, a wife, a boy, a girl and of course the cliche dog and cat. Because they're typical to the American Dream they owned a business that actually has powered on successfully despite the economy.
I used to be good friends with the boy and girl, moreso the boy, who was only a few years younger than me. We used to do... eh, whatever it is that two kids do at the middle school age... No, I don't mean that sexually, you dirty ho.
...anyway...
Their successful business allowed them to buy an even bigger, better house and they moved away a good eight or nine years ago - leaving me with a set of Gay neighbors who had big parties, with lots of friends who didn't mind playing sports in their backyards - the participants wearing nothing but speedos (but that's a different story).
My only connection to them now is occationally hearing their business' radio ads, normally on KISS 108. The heads of the business (the Dad and his partner) normally voice the ads, and their really good at it. One of their ads came on the radio today, though and something was a little different... The name introducing himself at the beginning wasn't that of the Dad, but the boy, sounding quite grown up now, going on and on about the brands they carry and the deals they have.
What the shit? My middle school playmate (not dirty!) has had more airtime in the Boston radio market than I have and he doesn't even have a degree! What's worse is that he sounded great, while I can't even do the closing announcements at Target without stumbling over my own tongue! What the hell?!? I haven't even see the station I work at's studio yet.
FML.
Good thing I was pulling into my parking spot, or I'd still be digging my car out of a ditch. | | |
| I'm in one of my more ambitious moods today. Even with a radio job I'm thinking about the next one. In Seattle! I mean, why not Seattle? It's like the Boston of the West Coast. And it's warmer in the winters... I think. Please, anything has to be warmer than this. Plus it has a giant penis going right up the middle of it! It's thin, but it's phallic nonetheless. I would just apply and pack up, ready to go for a part time gig, just like that other street Teamer from Mix when he packed up and moved from Ohio for $10/hr, but I can't because of Family. ...is it an assy thing to say that, that sucks? | | |
| I won best regularly scheduled college radio show in the ENTIRE COUNTRY for the YEAR 2009 from Collegiate Broadcasters...
I won best music specialty show on any college radio station in the ENTIRE COUNTRY for 2009/10 from the Intercollegiate Broadcasting System...
I won a leadership award in my department, graduated with honors and was told by every one of my classmates that I would be the first one to score a gig.
yet...
NO MATTER WHAT I DO, NO MATTER HOW HARD I TRY, I CAN'T GET A FUCKING JOB. ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME???
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| Three years ago on the day before Thanksgiving I heard nothing. The hallways of the jumbo University Center Chicago were silent. The typical screeching sounds of Roosevelt kids singing up and down the halls were replaced with the echo of nothingness. I sat at my desk, completely alone in my suite just staring at my computer. It was the day before Thanksgiving, Freshman year of College and everyone had gone home… except for me. For financial and hassle reasons I made the decision to stay at school for my first holiday break. I was really excited to have the entire place to myself, so I could clean, redecorate and do all of my homework in the peace and quiet, but I didn’t anticipate one small factor to come and bother me… loneliness.
I kept skimming the names on my AIM buddy list. There has to be someone around, there just has to. That’s when I saw her name still online… Could she be here? Maybe?
“Amy?” I typed!
SHE WAS STILL HERE! I’M NOT ALONE!
What are you doing? I asked, excitedly! I neeeed human interaction, right now. She was packing some things, waiting for her Dad to come from the suburbs to pick her up.
I’ll be right down!
I ran out of my room to the elevator, taking one of the first non-stop trips since everyone moved in down to the third floor, where Amy lived. I knocked on her door and spent the following hour or two hanging out with her. It made me feel so much better about not going home like everyone else. I liked Amy a lot, she was a ton of fun and we got closer and closer as time went on - even though she was technically my exes’ best friend our friendship was quickly becoming stronger than theirs.
I spent every last second with Amy, until her Dad arrived. I walked her down to the lobby and onto the frigid sidewalk. It felt like such a holiday movie as I hug her goodbye, surrounded in holiday lights. As short as this visit may have been it made me not feel like I was the only one left in the world. Maybe I can actually make it to my plans tomorrow, after all.
Turning back into to the lobby, I returned to the depths of what was now, an even more empty building. Off to my Thanksgiving festivities. Oh wait, it’s homework… eh? At least the loneliness has let up a bit. I think I’m going to go ride the now empty elevators up and down for awhile.
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| I don’t know what it is, but I can’t help but have constant innocent crushes on straight boys. Yes, yes, I’m in a very healthy and happy relationship, but that has nothing to do with it. One of the many things that myself and Ryan have in common is that we LOVE straight men. Absolutely adore them.
The difference between us though is that (at least to my understanding) Ryan loves straight men that he passes on the street, sees on the beach, airports, public transit or watches on T.V. I love the straight men that are in my life.
Now, let me get one thing perfectly clear: I don’t lust after these boys. I don’t picture myself dating them, being with them forever or helping them see the light is that not the vagina in anyway. However, I can’t help but keep a sort of flirty relationship with them. I love making dirty jokes and innuendos with them, I love pretending that I’m sad that I can’t bang the shit out of them, etc. I also love the flirty physical stuff. Slapping them on the chest, punching them in the stomach, making them prove their strength by picking me up…
It actually sounds a lot worse written down that it is in real life. Nothing violent, angry OR lusty! …just flirty… What I think part of it is, is their comfort around me, and with themselves. They’re completely open and don’t consider my innocent flirtations with them to be a threat to their manhood. They are completely fine with their straight-hood, but at the same time being able to flirt with their bubbly Gay friend.
I can normally pick up with guy right away if he would be comfortable with it or not, any tend to only become friends with those who are. It’s not like it’s a conscious choice either, it’s just how it always works out. But I love how it never plays up to the “straight men will freak if their manhood is threatened” stereotype. It proves that you should give them more credit.
Again, I would like to make it perfectly clear that Ryan is very much my guy, and will be for a very long time, if I can help it - he’s the ONLY guy I want to be with and someone I’m very happy being with… but still… I <3 my straight guy friends and our quirky little relationships and hope that straight men throughout my life can return that same feeling.
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