things i dont appreciate

spam on blogger.
what the f?*k is that about? really?

the inter-web is getting out of control.

can't a being divulge self in peace anymore.

things i do appreciate though.
having hot passionate sex with my new lover.
g*d damn it's good ;)

Hotel Rwanda

Not that i want this blog to become some queer hipster movie review, but i did just watch hotel rwanda (off of my netflix queue of course.) Needless to say it just rocked my world.

I have to constantly remind myself that we as a people and culture are not there yet.
Racism still exist.
Genocide still happens.
Patriarchy and Capitalism is still in fashion.

Today at my "wonderful school" (extreme sarcasm being used) I insisted that practitioners asked their patients for their gender identities (instead of assuming and filling in a patients gender for them) just like they ask them for there age and chief complaint. I was responded to with laugher and confusion.

"Really Kelly? I mean you can tell a boy from a girl right? It would be so awkward asking someone for their gender identity?"

What would be even more awkward would be assuming the wrong gender identity for someone.

I'm tired. Watch Hotel Rwanda. It's sad, and it's an important film.
Love is a revolution.

klm

untitled blog # D319

tonight i watch the film the incredible true adventure of 2 girls in love.

i must be a very well indoctrinated young man because after watching that film i wanted nothing more to be one of those two girls. wait, i guess the latter statement was pretty damn queer. i'm still okay.

but for real though. i'm finding myself looking at old photographs of the men and women i've loved throughout my existence. each with their own story. but one still resonates with me unlike all the rest.

fantasies are fun. in this fantasy we are both women :)
we have just open our eyes from an incredible night of sensual sticky sex and your mother opens her bedroom door to discover us laying there embraced. we take off in a frenzy of fear. you tell me you will love me forever repeatedly, and we stay frozen in embrace as the credits begin to role.

our reality on the other hand is that we are both men. we live hundreds of miles away from each other. and we havent talked in months. how is it that i still love you?

and i can help but feel that you love me.

this is so twisted gross and heteronormative.

reality check.
1. this isnt a movie
2. you like

i'm not going to lie. i'm not ready for a reality check.
i rather live in a world of fantasy. a place where you do love me in this really straight way.

some would argue i'm regressing, and i'm comfortable with that criticism.
i'm a lovemonster and that makes me complicated.

i'll see you on the seventh plane love.

klm

black power

as i sit here in my cute and posh little artsy fartsy apartment in san diego, ca i give thanks to all the beautiful black freedom fighters who came before me.

without you there is no me.

thank you dr. rev. martin luther king jr.
thank you rosa parks
thank you black panthers
thank you langston hughes
thank you james baldwin
thank you malcom x
thank you harlem
thank you civil rights
thank you to every black individual who knew and believed that they were worth love and respect
thank you to my mother and father who knew they were not slaves but truly children of the world and of a higher creative energy
thank you Africa for giving birth to a people who are place on this earth to show that love, compassion, and equality belongs to all people
thank you South African Freedom Fighters
thank you nelson mendela
thank you harriet tubman
thank you to all the black artists, musicians, poets, and creative beings who expressed freedom, truth, and love in a multitude of ways that would resonate with all of human kind
thank you my black brothers
thank you my black sisters

i really do get it.
black is beautiful
black is light
black is justice
black is strength
black is freedom
black is respect
black is who i am

love
klm

i'm falling

what can i say i'm a lovemonster and i've met another lovemonster who rocks my socks.
:)

How do you know if you're on a date?

If he puts your hands on his lap and leaves them there, it's a date.

love
love
love

klm

TNT

so tonight i went to tnt at the museum of contempary art san diego (better know as the MOCA here in the whales vagina.)

i had a good time :)

i hung out with beautiful queer men and felt good.

yes and these men understood what the term queer meant.

love
love
love
you
all

klm