I was pretty sad at work today. I kept thinking of how my past insecurities have kept me from forming opinions of my own. I swear, it’s been getting to the point where I instantly agree with a person just because they say more words than I do.

My insecurities have been keeping me afraid to form my own opinions and stick to them.

Naturally, this had me pretty bummed for quite some time. Then when I was stocking one of the shelves with groceries, a tiny black bug flew up from the shelf and flew away in a flash. It caught me off guard and I flinched. Realizing that it was just a harmless insect, I laughed at myself for being so skittish over something small.

Then it hit me…

Being afraid of something so insignificant really is rather silly.

I felt much better that moment forward.

mynameisjakeandstuff:

We all need to take a second here to appreciate the fact that Magmar’s Japanese name is Boober.

I’ve rediscovered this little gem behind my wardrobe. It looks quite nice on that empty spot on my wall.

You know what Game Gear game they should put on the 3DS Virtual Console?

This one.

Seriously, it’s a hell of a game.

Nerd questions are best questions, my friend. Ask away!

Yes, I am now a graphic design student. I can’t quite say I have a ‘favorite’ kind of design, at least not yet. Since I’m just starting out, I haven’t gained any super-awesome knowledge or skill, but I’m working on it! I have created a couple projects for some of my classes: I’ve developed two designs for street banners in my typography class, and created a newsletter/advertisement type thing for my print production class.

Out of those projects, though, I enjoyed the newsletter project the most. It was quite a challenge, but challenging in a good way. It was kinda neat choosing all the right colors and laying out all the images and text in just the right way. It also made me fall in love with the Futura font family. x3

You like it? This is a colorized version of a doodle drawn of me, made by my friend sohajime. He also drew this for me as a birthday gift. Go visit his blog and let him know you like his work!

A small part of me wanted to start eating healthier food. Then I was treated to lunch at Hoss’ Steak and Sea, where they had a 1/2 pound hamburger topped with BBQ sauce, pepper jack cheese, and a huge onion ring.

It’s safe to say that small part of me died of a heart attack.

As you may have guessed, I’m participating in Gay Pride Month. I’ve been doing so ever since I came out. Everything about Pride and what it stands for (well…aside from all the “white parties” that happen around this time) is really important to me. I’ll be wearing that rainbow wristband you see in that pic of me as often as possible all month long, as a show of support to my fellow queerfolk. Though I may skip out on Pittsburgh’s annual Pride celebration this year. Pride events aren’t nearly as fun when you go by yourself. :/

Speaking of gay stuff, I’ve been getting a couple replies from that Anon question I answered this morning. First off, as one person noted to me, Anon wasn’t saying that he didn’t like to top nor bottom, but that he doesn’t like the idea of anal sex as a whole. I know when it does come to anal, everyone has their preference (I’m clearly a bottom…tested and proven!). Anon, however, just doesn’t like it at all. Also, there are a couple guys who replied and said that they don’t do anal sex at all with their past/present partners. So, Anon, if you’re reading this, you can rest assured that gay relationships don’t depend on having buttsecks. Things would be pretty damn shallow if they did, now that I mention it…

I hope I answered the question okay. I love to talk about sex, but I don’t have enough life experience on me to be giving out advice like that. I did want to help the guy out with my thoughts on it, though. If you’re out there, Anon, I hope I helped you out!

As you all now know, I’m no longer on Twitter. I do, however, still have the urge to “tweet” my thoughts in some form. That’s why I started a thing I like to call Tiny Posts here on my Tumblr. You may have noticed that I’ve been writing small posts that have random thoughts on them; this is essentially what I did on Twitter, only without the 140 character limit (and without my obsessive need to be ‘loved’ by people I don’t even know). I think this may make your stay on my idiotic place on the web a bit more enjoyable, as you read my thoughts on squeaky shoes and mistaking vaginal cleaning substances as condiments.

Boy, did this question come right out of left field. >_>

I could go on and on about this kind of thing, but for the sake of some of my more squeamish blog readers, I’ll try to simplify as much as I can here. Anal sex is pretty much the main way to go when it comes to gay dudes (mostly because it feels fucking amazing after time), but it is not the only way. There are other forms of sex out there, like oral sex and mutual masturbation, that don’t even get near your lil’ brown eye. I’ve never known a gay couple who didn’t like anal sex, but that doesn’t mean that this kind of couple doesn’t exist somewhere.

If you find a great guy and things start getting heavy, tell him how you feel about the subject. If the man respects you, he’ll back off. But if a guy keeps pressuring you into doing something you don’t want to do, you get away from him. One major factor in any relationship is to understand your partner’s needs and worries and compromise to make both of you happy. Perhaps someday you’ll find a guy that respects your feelings and you two can flourish a great relationship without anal sex.

But I would suggest trying it at least once (with someone you trust). That way you’ll know for sure if you truly don’t like it. ;)

WE DON’T WANT ANY!

*slams down phone receiver*

My shoes have somehow developed a squeak with every step I take.

I keep reminding myself of SpongeBob every time I go on walks now.

I envy Mac users sometimes. They don’t have to experience the atrocities of Internet Explorer just to download a web browser that actually functions.

…then again, Mac users have to use Safari.

Guess we’re even, then.

Never be afraid to show your true colors.

kellitoris:

Then and now.