Screaming off on a Tangent: Binging on Change

1. somehow I cut my eyelid
2. administer change

Hoorah, hoorah! Hooray!!! The Dish War has finally ended between I and Roommate Vinny. Of course Roommate Vinny was oblivious to the war but finally after 6 agonizing weeks of counter filth and sink stench Roommate Vinny finished the dishes today…ALL of them. All except for the cup he was drinking out of while he was washing them. Fine by me. So to demonstrate how to maintain a cleaner kitchen, leading by example, I cooked dinner (ahhhhhhh…it felt so refreshing to heat something up in a pot) and tidied up the kitchen afterwards. I hope you’re watching, Vinny!!! You would’ve never known dinner was made. Tada! Soup and rice!

3. Kitchen Strike's over!—most importantly I won…starved as hell, though. But I won. And that’s all that matters because THAT’s the American way. And I’m American. Go, Barack!

Suffice to say I was excited about graduation and of all the pictures taken of that day (some still trapped on my camera’s memory card and irremovable. I have to, somehow, figure out why) the image that was hand chosen to be the Official Ken Graduation image was posted on Facebook. 2 months later it was still posted on Facebook. 5 months later it was still posted on Facebook. Boring! So, recently, I changed the image…

From this:

To this: I’ve slowly begun modifying my online appearance in several different setting. My BGC (Black Gay Chat) and A4A (Adam 4 Adam) accounts (of COURSE I have them) are slowly transforming into profiles geared toward interactions other than sex. What brought upon this change was not only their exposure to the gay community—I figure I could gain more socially by making my presence a positive one—but, also, I seldom if ever used the sites for hooking-up so their meanings became different to me.

This summer, except for maybe that ONE relapse I had with a friend…oh, and that minor incident with Bobby Blake (nothing, of course, happened), I was abstaining all summer. You don’t poke me and I won’t poke you…but maybe we can make out. Which! is why my Kiss Buddy was SO important to me this past summer…but I digress. Anywho, I was chatting with this guy on A4A and he seemed just about my "type"—big, black, bald and partially aggressive in the face. I wasn’t on anything sexual, in fact his profile mentioned how he enjoyed working out so I intended our interaction to be your average DULL internet interaction. Either he hit me up or I hit him up, I can’t recall, but he immediately bombards me with his number and requests that I call him. I don’t even call the people I love, such a turn off, surely he wasn’t about to be an exception. So I thank him for his number, don’t give him mine and redirect the convo back on the gym. In all capital letters he replied:

DO YOU KNOW HOW TO FOLLOW DIRECTIONS - I ASK YOU TO CALL ME ---NOT QUESTION AFTER QUESTION

His message did everything but flash red. And then he was Blocked.

Under the heading, on my BGC profile, I am looking for, where it once read:

a gym buddy, a scholar, someone to critique my work with, someone I can make blush, someone that can return the favor...friends.

it now reads:

peace of mind, i guess. Self development, freedom, openness, progress...things like that.


I broke free from my summer-short career in Pseudo-abstinence in October. Whereas I anticipated ended my summer self j/o marathon in bed with the Kiss Buddy… by October the Kiss Buddy, who is physically gorgeous, once again proved himself an empty bag of beauty and was gone. Instead I found myself super enthralled with this one guy who has this chest and he shaves it so it’s stubbly but its so nice to sleep on and he’s shorter than me but its okay because we’re the same tall* in the bed. David the Sheriff. Sorry for waxing* so poetically. But even David has turned down the dreary road to Disappointing. And whereas I’m used to being all whomp whomp about things like that. Fuck ‘em! Fuck ‘em both and fuck ‘em all!

Internally I still measure everyone to the WomiE-ruler. That, of course, will HAVE to change but not before I find someone that measures up. So far they keep getting short, short and shorter. Do you think WomiE misses me?

Scratch that!

I totally went screaming off on a tangent!!

The point I’ve been trying to make, before I lose all ammo to make it, is that I’m no longer Yahoo’s Ambercrombi83. I was created in 1999 and died sometime earlier today for reasons I won’t immediately disclose. I’m different now. Whoa. I’ve changed.

Life is a work in progress…so binging on change is goooood. Especially when there's no poor dietary backwash.

Eat up!!!