I had taken a break from posting. As the seasonal blues started drifting my way (and I’m not talking Christmas but the bleak sunless winter days) and negative forces were upon me, there was only one thing I could think of doing and that was make a gratitude list.
This is just a start and I’ll post more as they come along.
Gratitude List 2009
I’m grateful for:
(added Dec 30) God sending me the most beautiful cock in a state of semi erection in the showers of the YMCA, and at the same time allowing me to shower next to the cute red head that I finally got to see naked who lives in my building.
(Dec 29) getting laid
-the great friends who’ve learned to trust to simply be myself.
-the lesbian couple co-parenting my PTSD dog
-my little Hildy, 2.5 pound Chihuahua
-my sponsor made it out of the hospital and is doing well
- finally finding the courage to challenge myself and take health risks despite my great fear of leaving what I know for something new.
-my great voice coach Christine, a woman who it turns out I can tell everything to, and I mean everything, and she doesn’t bat an eye.
-all the tremendous community support
-all the great partnerships, for those who come together to work on positive visions instead diverseness
-Obama was elected
-Joan Rivers on The Celebrity Apprentice
-My big über gay pilgrimage to see Mylène Farmer at the Stade de France, Paris – Love this video, the uncensored version with lots of body covered in blood in a church images. It upset a lot of Catholics. That’s my girl.
-my 92-year-old grandma is still around.
-being able to reconnect with friends in Europe
-having been able to visit Mexico City and see my Rwandan friends who came in for the conference.
-Jersey Shore, Charm School, and Sex Rehab (especially Carrie-ann for whom I’d take no interest in it otherwise)
-fresh coffee (I microwave my old coffee – I know it’s disgusting but I do)
-Miss California losing her crown
-Octomom stopped having children
-that they’ve finally stopped talking about Tiger Woods
-another year of sobriety done a day at a time.
-my recovery groups where I can unload and share all my shit without judgment.
-for being the IDA Pharmacy Danforth Location’s “Top Patient 2009” the only reigning title I hold
-GayGuideToronto and fab magazine for taking an insecure inexperienced writer and continue to teach him on the job
-was able to manage to keep it up (that is living) long enough to have my “She’s Still Here Tour 2009”
-Sherry Vines Bad Romance (I’m going to shit my pants) I call it an ode to second-generation protease called Nelfinavir My personal version would have been “I’ve shit my bed” Trust me darlings, passing out in a G (GHB – the date rape drug) Hole while on Nelfinavir will make for a nasty surprise when you wake up.
Being able to go to NYC to see Kathy Griffin
Being able to see Kathy Griffin again at Casino Rama – I’ll admit it, I’m a little less grateful for the venue, but her act was brilliant.
-Moments of serenity
-testosterone in a bottle
-getting laid
