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Posts tagged L’Angie
This is Why I am a Good Friend
May 29th
So I recently celebrated my birthday. I got a lot of cute shits from friends. Benutty for example got me eyelashes. And then a huge package of ProFlowers arrived. Like 30 Peruvian Lillies. Love em. So pretty. I take a look at the card. It is from L’Angie. She is sooo thoughtful then I start thinking about her and I have a minor meltdown. 10 days before my birthday is HER birthday and I forgot to get her anything or even call her. Oops. So I call her and thank her for the flowers. And I remind her of my black heart and how I am a terrible person for forgetting her birthday. She then reminded me it was her 30th birthday and I vomited. I’m an ass.
But the flowers were lovely sitting on my mantle.
Question of the Week (01/30 – 02/05)
Feb 2nd
Q: If you had to go back in time, and change one thing that you did in your life what would it be?
For those of you who know my background, you’re probably thinking that the obvious answer to this question is that I went to a small private Christian college for undergrad and suffered under its tyrannical and Puritanical ways. From 18-21, I was a major closet case. I couldn’t obvious come out completely to everyone for fear of getting expelled from college. Seriously. They expelled queers…oh and pregnant girls. So I really could only tell a small group of people at college. Religious undergrad was a weird lame choice but it isn’t actually something that I regret. You see, from that experience, I have a handful of friends that are so amazing. So amazing, in fact, that almost any shitty experience is worth it to have friends like L’Angie or Joy or Tanya or Carla or Roz or even La Nicole. Those are some good peeps right there.
Anyway, I think m
y biggest regret would be not coming out to my family fast enough. I mean, everyone in my family knew it. My dad was like, “Yeah, yeah. We already know” when I told him. But the part that sucks is that I never told my Grandma. And my Grandma was hella tight. We had a crazy great relationship. I was her favorite (sorry KiKi…haha). She told me all kinds of family secrets and growing up I spent every Friday night and Saturday morning with her. I don’t even know how to explain it but she was down. It would have been cool for her to know I was gay and to talk to her about that part of my life. She always gave me killer advice and it would have been nice to get her perspective on the queers. I seriously talked to her like once a week. She had a great take on life and a whole lot of insight left my life when she died. I kinda wish she could have met Misha…or that Misha could have met her.
Oh well. I suppose that’s just life, isn’t it?
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