Every Six Months
Posted on 06/01/09 @ 11:18 pm

Aside from the regular hustle and bustle of my day, I got an HIV test today. Granted, I'm not slutting around like a Morehouse freshman, but it's become a bit of a regular occurrence. I do play safe when the moment does occur, and I get tested every six months like clockwork. I'm still free and clean.

So why do I find the process so boring? Seriously, the whole time there all I could think about was when I could get paid and buy some new shoes.

I should be grateful, I know. In this country, AIDS seems to get less media attention and public outrage than other diseases. Hell, swine flu pops in for a few weeks and the news networks are all in a kerfuffle. So I can go and get an HIV test, wait for the results, and then be about my merry way. No muss, no fuss.

Given the mundane nature of it all, you'd think more people would do it.


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For Conduct Unbecoming of a Blogger
Posted on 05/30/09 @ 3:04 am

I'm here.... I can't even give you a decent excuse as to why I haven't blogged in over a month, especially considering I've been online for nearly 12 hours or more during every day of my hiatus. What can I say? Work is keeping me extremely busy in this recession. While I'm not getting paid Big Company, Inc. dollars, I am getting by while having to shed some of my former entertainment luxuries.

No more TiVo. I'm using Windows Media Center.
No more eMusic. I'm downloading from Demonoid.
No more Netflix. Again, Demonoid. (Thanks, Comcast…ya fuckers.)

Another one of those entertainment luxuries I've cut down on too is just plain ol' downtime. I rarely have it these days, and when I do get it, I end up filling it with some work. I actually have a lot of things to discuss, so I'm pledging myself to at least one blog entry a day during the month of June. I'll consider that my sentence to serve for not being around these parts more often.

Until then, here's a video that sums up in large part the reasons behind my latest economic downturn, so to speak.

Where's my stimulus package, Obama?


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Apropos
Posted on 03/16/09 @ 5:08 am

Hours into days,
Days into weeks,
I will still be thinking of you.

I will childishly depend on these
days and weeks and months to
blanket that sharp sting I feel
when I think of you.

But to no avail, I'm sure.

I got it bad, and that ain't good.
Why is this happening?
Why do I dream of you?

Am I forever doomed
to ache and long for
a girl who's constant
center-of-attention lifestyle
makes me sick?

I've never felt simultaneous attraction
and revulsion before.

It's making me miserable.
I wouldn't choose this
if I had a choice.

This fever that quickens my pulse
will break soon.

This longing I have to
kiss you and breath you and
taste the dizzying scent of
your skin will fade away.

And eventually another hurricane
will roar up and introduce herself and
spin me around and around
and around.

And hopefully when she and I are
sitting in a restaurant and I
am staring at a glass of champagne
for what seems an eternity,
and she asks what I am thinking
and I say nothing…

…hopefully that won't be a lie
like it usually is.

Hopefully I won't want to say,

"Havilland's eyes I am thinking.
Havilland's lips I am thinking.
Havilland's hands I am thinking.
Havilland's legs I am thinking."

Havilland Savage I am thinking…

…I love you.

— Lee Plenty, Hav Plenty


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