Anyone remember the personal journal blog Art Is For Losers? Esteemed style and culture writer Mitzhi Jean MacWhorigan took it down a while back, and had a Tumblr blog for a while that’s changed to Hello My Ghost. Mitzhi’s feeling despirited that nobody’s following her up in there so if you’re on Tumblr go follow Mitzhi cuz I said so. And say sassy things in the comments section, she loves it when you do that.
I have a durrrty Tumblr blog too but I don’t mention it here because my mom reads this blog and if she goes there the poor lady will see things a mama wasn’t meant to see. The most you’ll get here is an animated .gif of bearded Olympian Nick Thoman telling us he likes his own beard.
Anyway I went up to Baltimore this weekend to visit the blog’s author Mitzhi Jean and had a good time. We talked about people we used to write about and how many personal blogs have fallen by the wayside over the years. We talked about whether or not I need to bring this blog with me to Portland, with all its baggage. What I think she meant by that was that perhaps so many people know I blog and have read it they may have been reluctant to have said hello to me out on the street, and that the blog may have been a liability to my dating potential in DC. My strong opinions posted, and perhaps fear of public reprisal kept people away from me.
Hmm…let me just say for the most part I try to avoid blogging about work, close friends’ business, rugby team gossip, and dating experiences on this blog. I’ve learned the hard way from all of the above. I may talk about general experiences with people but I don’t talk about specific dates. As for my strong opinions – I guess if a guy is intimidated by my opinions it’s best he stay away anyway as I don’t date mice. But everyone has opinions, I just happen to post them in a public forum.
I could kvetch about all the factors as to why I never got into a longer relationship in DC than the one I was in, or why I didn’t date anyone the past 6 years – perhaps I was too busy, to picky, too beardy, or any host of things. But the fact is that nothing happened – when I did meet a guy I was into he wasn’t into me, or vice verse, or he was partnered and that’s not gonna work either. Lemme tell ya if I had a dime for every partnered guy who’s up in my kitchen I’d be a millionaire. Don’t you guys have trips to Lowe’s and Home Depot to keep you busy? Or better yet go pork your partner instead.
But a funny thing is happening recently now that word has gotten out that I’m moving. People are coming forward out of the woodwork to say hello, some of whom clearly want to get with me. All I gotta say to that is y’all had from 6-16 years to say hi and that’s plenty of opportunity squandered on your part. I’m busy packing now but thanks for saying hi.
In DC I think I’d become like that one can of tomato soup in the back of your cupboard that you know hasn’t gone bad yet, it’s been sitting there for years, but you just can’t get yourself to pull it out and put it on the stove. It will always be there, so there it stays. Another word for that situation is ubiquitous. I’ve become a ubiquitous part of the DC gayscape and have been passed over because it’s been assumed I’ll always be there. This is no longer true. Later guys – the tomato soup is leaving the building.