This is a huge step for me. I’m from a small town in Louisiana. Everyone knows everyone and if any of those people found out you’re gay, then that’s it. I’ve never told anyone. But, I was blessed enough to not lose my job during the pandemic. I saved up as much as I could and I did it. I escaped the small town cliche. My family and I moved to a remote island off the coast of Rhode Island only accessible by ferry.
I’ve never complimented another guy out of fear that someone would know I was gay. Any time I get the idea, I immediately picture myself getting attacked by someone who overhears, or is offended. But now that I moved, now that I can be myself, I’m gonna do it.
There’s this guy who works on the ferry. We’ve made small talk every time we run into each other. He wears these stark white boots that cut off right below the knees, and they hug his legs tight. He’s got a deep voice and a nice beard (from what I can see with his mask on). He’s around my age and he’s really cute. I’ve never said that before and it literally makes me cry that I can say that now. I don’t know if he’s gay or not - and honestly, it doesn’t really matter. It’s still a compliment and I still mean it, regardless as to whether or not that compliment goes anywhere beyond kind words.
I just wanted to share this with someone. It may be casual for others, but for me, I’m proving to myself that I’m not going to allow myself to be scared anymore. Here’s to being fearless!
EDIT: y’all he wasn’t working today 😂 I will post an update in a new post as soon as I get the chance, I promise!
I said I was going to do something stupid and pointless, and I did! Here are the pics. They need to be properly titled, but I'm worn out, so I'll do it later.
Full cost turned out at $24, and a substantial chunk of sanity. I'm going to have a lon... keep reading on reddit ➡
Update to this original post
he said, “Thanks!” 🙂
or maybe it was “Thank you!” - either way, I said no problem and kept on moving.
I could not be happier right now. I actually did it!!! I confronted one of my deepest fears head on and I drop-kicked it into Neptune. I feel so free!!
I’m so sorry if this is an anticlimactic update, but for me, this was probably the best possible outcome. If something more springs from this, yay! If not, I’m more free than I’ve ever been and I’m just so genuinely happy.
Thank all of y’all for your genuine, heartfelt support on my original post. It meant more than words on a screen could ever convey.
I usually make a beeline for the produce I want so I can leave ASAP since it tends to get crowded, but I’ve seen so many stands of baked goods and lunch type foods and I’m sure I’m missing out. I don’t want to linger longer than I need to so instead of browsing, I figured I’d ask here to see if anyone has any must-try baked goods/meals they’d recommend. TIA!
Edit: thank you all...I now have a solid bucket list of things that will bring me some joy during these crazy times.
Please recommend to me some of his best tunes. He has so many different aliases. I've heard all his Gouryella tracks, "Twice In A Blue Moon" album, and some of his classics like "Carte Blanche", "Out Of The Blue", "Cry", "Exhale", "Brute", "Masquerade" and a few more. Currently listening to L.E.F., such a beautiful album.
Did any of my fellow "first ferry" commuters catch that action by the pier this morning? They were looking for someone. Sounded like they tazed someone else. Lots of yelling from the housing windows. Much more excitement than we're used to at 6am.
Cleary Transation from 'The Zen Reader'
> Seekers cut off contusion in every state of mind, but the mind that does the cutting off is a thief. When one thief sends off another, when will you ever realize the basis of speech and silence? You may recite a thousand scrolls of scripture without understanding how the scripture applies to yourself; if you do not understand the comprehensive completeness of what the Buddha taught, you are just wasting effort following lines and counting ink marks. > > Ascetic exercises and austere practices may be done seeking meritorious qualities in later life, but seeking is itself a barrier to wisdom; how could the Great Way be attained thereby? It is like crossing a river in a dream: the boatman, having crossed over the river, suddenly awakens to find he’s been sleeping in bed, and has lost the way to ferry the boat. The boatman and the people he ferries over never know each other. > >Sentient beings, confused and bound up, come and go in the realms of desire, form, and abstraction, to the extremes of exhaustion. When they realize that life and death are like dreams, all their sense of seeking will spontaneously stop.
although you cannot meet the boatman personally, no one is stopping you from leaving little notes for eachother. it's just like using your entire body to give directions when you've lost the use of your mouth. these are called expedient methods, and while ultimately this is all dead talk, what will there be to complain about when both boatman and passenger find their way? just stop trying to condense the enormous matter of birth and death into something contained by understanding, and you'll soon be able to help yourself out.
If I can tap and paid at a stall in West end that is selling tiedie teeshirt, why cant the million dollar BCC City Cats let me use eftpos to buy a ticket on board.
Doublely frustrating as cash is not longer taken (covid, fair enough) and most ferry station do not have a ticket/ top up machine.
On Thursday May 5th, 1977 19-year-old student Kristine Kozik mysteriously vanished. Just after midnight that evening, the Purdue University freshman asked one of her sorority sisters in the Alpha Delta Pi Sorority to borrow her car. Kristine told her that she was planning to visit a friend (possibly a boyfriend, different sources say different things about their relationship) at his fraternity, about four blocks away, then head back to a local tavern called “The Pub,” where Kristine had been earlier that evening. Her sister agreed, giving Kristine the keys to her white 1976 Ford Mustang.
When Kristine didn’t immediately show back up, it didn’t raise cause for alarm. The school year was nearly at a close and students were finishing up their final exams. Some, who had already completed their finals had returned home or were in the process of packing up. Lots of “end of the year” parties were happening, and people were saying their goodbyes to friends. Kristine’s Sorority Sisters assumed she had simply stayed elsewhere that evening.
Kristine was known as a “straight A” student. She had already taken 4 of her 5 finals and was scheduled to take her final exam, her chemistry final, on Friday, May 6th. When she didn’t show up for the exam, her professor assumed that Kristine, a very dedicated and intelligent student, must have had an emergency. He gave her an A anyways, solely based on how well she had done in his class.
Classes ended for the year that Friday, and Kristine still hadn’t made an appearance. Most of the sisters in her sorority packed up and left to return home. According to them, they thought that perhaps Kristine had returned home to Downers Grove, Illinois for an unknown emergency. It wasn’t until May 19th, two weeks after Kristine had last been seen, that her Sorority sister whose car she had borrowed, called police.
The police quickly located the missing White Ford Mustang in a nearby parking lot close to Wells Memorial Library in Lafayette, Indiana. The Mustang yielded little evidence other than the keys were found in the glove box, and according to the cars owner, very little gas had been used.
Police traveled to Illinois to question Kristine’s family and friends about her whereabouts, however they discovered that neither her parents or friends, knew where she was. An immense search was launched in an attempt to locate the missing Purdue Coed, including an extensive air search of nearby fields, woods, and lakes.... keep reading on reddit ➡