One of my favorite things

There's nothing better than waking up next to the person you love. Having said that, cliche images come to mind of a room filled with the soft glow of light from the rising sun, the faint sounds of birds singing atop dew-laden tree tops somewhere in the distance... but that's not what I'm talking about.

I love the fact that when you wake up he is next to you, perfectly imperfect, lost in a deep slumber without guard and worrying about nothing.

Seeing Marcos in the morning is one of the greatest way to start my day.

Today should be a fun day. We plan to take a trip up to Oside to visit the family. After a long week, spending some time at home with My Habibi and my family sounds like a perfect remedy to the havoc of the daily grind.

Wake up call

It’s hard enough to realize your own faults / weaknesses / character flaws, let alone have other people point them out. Since last weekend certain events have catapulted me to seriously consider the path that I am on and the path that I would like to be traveling.

Throughout the past 29 years of my life, I feel that I have had to constantly renew myself. With each new or improved self, I’ve been able to retain the things that worked as well as cast to the wayside things that needed to change.

For example, the transition from being a fully active Mormon: retaining from sex, drugs and alcohol, all things unwholesome (not saying I was a saint but I most definitely was in a different mindset) to colliding, head-on, with a world completely the opposite has taken its toll. I took everything that I was (as a member of the LDS church) and cast it away as though it were a piece of rank meat. I wanted nothing to do with it. It had become unsavory to me and anything that would remind me, made me cringe.
The nightlife became a sort of refuge, a place to forget what I left behind knowing that I would never be able to return. For about three years now I have been lost in this electric wilderness where beckoning lights, embracing beats, and mischievous drinks happily take your hand and guide you on the path of forgetfulness. Blindly wondering through the ruse of Happy-hours and Go-go boys, I was blindsided by reality… like a fuckin’ truck straight out of a Hole!
Like anyone who’s wandered off on some random thought or daydream, as soon as I realized where I was I thought ‘What the fuck? How did I get here?’.

Now, as the beginning of another reinvention ensues I am starting to take inventory of the things I have learned and must retain, while also identifying what needs to be left behind. There is too much at stake to continue wading in the gilded nightlife and realize the true worth of what stands in front of me… and I look forward to what lay ahead.

My Undying Affection- Marcos

So... a good friend brought to my attention, via Facebook chat, that I hadn't updated this blog since the beginning of the year. Thanks Dean! So here is a quick run-down of the past 7 months.

Not too long after my last post I met Marcos. The way we met wasn't something you would read in a fairytale or hear in some bedtime story. No, our story begins with the ageless ritual of a Sunday fun day.

A popular dive-bar, I guess you could call it, is a place called The Hole. There you can find pitchers of anything you want for $9, hamburgers to die for and a patio full of post-prime gay men looking to waste the last day of the weekend in the San Diego sun. We love going there because of the hamburgers and pitchers.

After the dozens of times I have gone through the Sunday ritual at The Hole, this day would prove to be different. As we were standing in a crowded line waiting for our chance to order a pitcher full of the intoxicating tonic of our choosing, I noticed a cute Latino, in a Charger hat, darting quickly through the crowd with a tiny Asian girl at his side and thought to myself ‘he’s cute’. Thinking nothing of it, I brushed it off and proceeded to order my drink. Vodka tonic with two limes. ;) We found a little spot where one of my friends mentioned that he was going to meet someone… his name was Marcos. A few minutes later I saw the Charger hat again and noticed his coming towards us. Before I knew it he hugged my friend which was followed by an introduction… “This is Marcos”.

At first I wasn’t sure if he was there to see my friend, as a date kind of thing, so I acted as though I wasn’t very interested in him, when in fact, I was. As the night progressed we finally got around to talking and it was over from there. For the past 7 months we have been inseparable. I couldn’t have hoped to find someone who could complement me better.
In all aspects of our relationship, we complement one another. At times he can be a little dramatic and I’m there to calm things down. Partying is currently in the works of being my favorite past-time and he would rather spend time at home.

I am not trying to say that we never have any disagreements because WE DO… even been in a few heated arguments… but nothing seems to be able to stop our love from growing.

The future is something I look forward to, with excitement. Growing, learning and experiencing it all, with him.

Ya Habibi

(My Love)