Once more! Out in my Breeches!

Well, here it is.... Finally, I am in the Blogosphere. I've been encouraged by friends, taunted by enemies, and inspired by a few choice other bloggers over the years, to get my own personal voice in the wilderness. A daunting task it is to keep all of you masses entertained with my rantings, but I will at least give it the attempt it deserves before chucking this all into the dustbin.

So... Just who the heck am I, and why should you care? Well, to answer the second question first, I have no idea... I mean, I know it could be that you are simply a life voyeur, living vicariously through my existence, (If you are having fun... let me know, because on this end it isn't all that exciting at times.) or, you just have nothing better to do, or you know me, in which case you'll find out way too much about me. I'm really just looking forward to the opportunity to vent, and if you dig what I have to say, then there is my raison d'etre as it were (Reason for being for the frenchelly challenged).

Answering the first question second, because I enjoy the contradiction, That is just who I am, a man of contradiction. I enjoy the confusion that I create sometimes, if only because life is short, and I like befuddling people. I am a thouroughly happy gay man, who is sometimes unhappy, and usually not a ringer for being a big mo. I am sappy sometimes, a jokester, a hipster, a punk. I'm an actor, director, producer, theatrical type, with a lust for period clothes... so I make them. I'm a renaissance man.....No, literally. I play a 16th century Baron every summer at the Bristol Renaissance Faire. I am single and have a cat.... although this is a more recent arrangement(the single, not the cat), and more will follow on that I'm sure. I am a musician, a singer, an instrument player, and dig singin on stage when I get the chance. I am a born and bred Chicagoan, and, since I haven't gotten out yet, I'll probably die here. I should say as well at this time that I am a North Sider, and a life long city guy. Any attempt to get me to the suburbs has failed. I work in the 9 to 5 world at a desk job that pays me enough to live decently, although that too is a recent development. (Well, I mean I've had jobs, but this one is new....)I am sure there is more that I cannot think of at this time, but I'll get to it eventually.

So, now that you know a little about me, perhaps I'll delve into what I'm doing out here anyway... Why I think you'll read, and what the point is.... I had a bit of an epiphany this year as my life imploded around me. I turned 30 back in January, and the whole thing slowly turned to crap. Flash back to a year ago, I was happily employed (Well, sorta happily... the kind of forced happy that you put on for your relatives). I was in a relationship that had been going for 2 years, and although it had it's rocky moments, it was doing better than the year before. The money thing was a small issue, as I was supporting my Boyfriend at the time, but was able to enjoy life. I was looking forward to 30. I figured, it's not that bad.... it's just a day like any other. I held that belief up until the day of my birthday. Boy, that was a funk to end all funks!

I should interject at this point to state that my Birthday is January 6th.... the 12th day of Christmas. By the time my birthday comes around, everyone is poor from Christmas, and has gotten as drunk as they can already a week before my Birthday at New Years....So the parties aren't usually Zingin around the day I slid out of this world 2 weeks late. (I am still trying to make up for that 2 weeks too. I'm still about 20 minutes late...)

So, I turned thirty, and since then, some good stuff has happened, but I lost the job I had gotten in January to replace the Job I hated, and most recently, lost the Boyfriend I had tried for years to get to show some interest in a life with me. Well, to be honest, the spark was gone for about 6 months, but we kept on keepin on.... for the cats you know. We're working on being friends at least, but it's tough sometimes.... I mean, we barely talked before... now it seems even more forced. But, Don't want to give him up completely... there's still a use here and there. More on him at another time..... As you enjoy my issues.

Anyway, losing him and being on my own without a roommate or Boyfriend for the first time in 7 years has been a godsend. I'll be moving out of my big apartment to something smaller and cheaper in the near future, and I think 31 will fare quite a bit better than 30. knock on wood anyway. I am at least looking forward to all the dishes in the sink being mine, if not necessarily the thought that the cat could eat my face off were I to perish in an untimely way. The past few months have altered my perceptions a bit, and so I am feeling like letting loose to you, my happy few, when you show up, on whatever the heck happens to be in my mind that day.

Why Police Disco Lights? If you get the obscure reference, then you shoot to the top of the list. If you don't... well, a guy's gotta have his mysteries... I'll tell you later.

For now, I will leave you, as I really should get to work... I've been goofing off for too long, and my coffee has gone cold. But, I will be back as often as I can to give you all some fodder to spread.