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I could not agree with you more. I love tomatoes, but tomato soup makes me gag.

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Thanks. Things are just going to keep getting more interesting.

Despite what Devon had said about the rain in Portland, it was a bright sunny day with barely a cloud in the sky. Mount Hood was clearly visible in the east out the living room windows, its peak still cloaked in snow. My grandmother took us to the west down the other side of the West Hills away from downtown Portland to the land of pavement, cars and malls. This was a world I was much more familiar with than what I had seen of Portland so far. Admittedly, I was a denizen of the poorest parts

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All I had was my carry-on so I didn't have to go to baggage claim, but I did not know who I was going to meet or where I was going to meet them either. Did I look for a little old lady with a walker? I had no idea what my grandmother looked like. All I knew is that she couldn't fly, so I assumed she was some sort of invalid. I was wrong. Standing at the end of the concourse on the other side of the security barricade was a woman waving a sign that said "Jason Westwood." So my name was spel

Thank you. Just like literature, not all is art is for everyone.

Gee, I look at this thread and all I think of is "cool." I guess that what a degree in biology does for you. I can't count the number of times I was bitten doing field research as an undergrad. If recently I was bitten on a finger (I don't know when or by what) and it swelled up quite grandly and my husband made me go to the doctor. The doctor agreed that I had a spider bite and that was it. I think my husband was expecting something more to come of it. LOL

Oh, and Moulin Rouge. We couldn't get past the first scene. We waited many years to watch it because a friend that we came to deeply dislike raved about it non stop. My husband has tinnitus so we have to watch movies with closed - captions on and he couldn't keep up with the words. I couldn't keep and I can hear. It was visual and aural overload from the beginning. Maybe we are just old.

There are no major changes. I have just re-edited them and hopefully made them read better.

That is the proper way to have coffee. I usually buy whole beans from Stumptown Coffee or Portland Roasting. Good coffee doesn't need anything else.

Thanks. The plan is to post at least weekly, maybe a little more often in the beginning.

There is only one movie that we couldn't get all the way through: Something About Mary. I know we are in the minority in our opinion. Everybody raved about it and we thought it was sophomoric and unfunny.

We live in Portland, Oregon where being gay is basically a non-issue. That is, if you stay near the city center. Things change drastically the further you move away from the downtown core. There are clubs, bars, bathhouses, sex/video shops, etc., etc. We have settled into our roles as an old gay couple so we don't frequent a lot of the gay businesses very often because we are not interested in getting drunk or having anonymous sex (anymore). We live in the Old Town area of Portland and there is a brand new gay bar just around the corner. There are three other gay clubs within a few blocks. We usually frequent Scandals Bar which is in what used to be Vaseline Alley (SW Stark Street) and the heart of the gay community here, but it has spread through out the city over the last ten years.

Jay’s life changes drastically when he is wisked away from the world he is familiar with in Texas and lands in the very different environs of Portland, Oregon. He discovers a family and friends for the first time and he is going to have to deal with the good and the bad. Can he handle the change and can they handle him, because this time things are different?

I thought I was going to make it, that it would all work out okay in the end. It was my sixteenth birthday, I was starting my sophomore year in just over a week and I had my brand new driver's license in my pocket. All I had to do is what I always did, keep a low profile and just try to slip through life undetected. My only plan was to stick things out until I graduated from high school and then, I didn't know what, but it was up to me and me alone. Instead of starting another year of high sc

It was really a non-issue for my family because we are not really close. I came out at Christmas time when I was visiting my family in my sophomore year of college after serving four years in the navy. When I met the man that is now my husband I decided that I could not keep the relationship secret. We had only met at the beginning of November and by December we knew this was it for the both of us, even though it was basically the first relationship for either of us. I told my step-father over breakfast at my families favorite breakfast place (which is still there after 23 years and I took my husband there for the first time when we back to Boulder, Colorado for our honeymoon this past May). He said that he and my mother thought there was something different about me. Mother died when I was fourteen, so they knew something was up before I did. I told my dad later that day and he was fine with it. I was ninety-nine percent sure that it would be fine with everyone, but I was on my own by that time in my life and I had decided that I didn't care what their reaction was. My husband's mother had a little harder time when he told her, but she is the best mom anyone could want.

That's what we call cho-coffee. Of course we use the caffeinated type.

Coffee of course and I always have it black, like my soul.

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Something I wrote a while ago (of course). It is based loosely on something that actually happened. An awkward moment in time. The sort of thing that can have in impact for years though you may not know it at the time.