Does anybody still read these? I’m not sure. I suppose it doesn’t matter because this is not for you. I’m starting this for me. The simple explanation is that I’ve been struggling a lot lately, emotionally. By no means am I crying for help–I’m just using writing as a vice to get these feelings off my chest, and to send them out of my life. Thanks Internet!
I wish I could say that this will be a blog about _______. Can’t do it. Sometimes I want to write short stories. Sometimes I want to write poems. Sometimes I want to write about planning my wedding. Consider this my published diary.
Here’s a little about me so that you know what voice is behind these words.
I’m a gay* white male in my early 20s. I have a fiancé, Brett, a dog, Sadie, and a home in a tiny town in Northern Illinois. For what it’s worth, Sadie was my first choice in a fiancé, but I suppose that would be frowned upon.
I don’t know what to expect from this either. Wedding posts, dog posts, general ramblings, etc. Read on, or don’t. Like I said–this is for me.
Instead of turning to alcohol, drugs, or other undesirable vices, I will write. Maybe, just maybe–I will be the person I’ve always dreamed of being.
Here we go.
*I have to say gay because:
A) That’s a pretty important fact about me. It’s just easier to get it out of the way now than deal with confusion later.
B) If I only said “white male in my early 20s” what the hell would I have to complain about? Nobody would continue reading.