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Weather and taxes
14 February 2005 07:17Its been a yo-yo, up and down, and yet always staying constant getting us no where. Woke up this morning to a warm day with another inch of snow on the ground. Its the great type of snow to make a snow person with. And yet just on Saterday the snow we had was melting, the sun was out, it was a beutiful day. Mother nature what gives? Can't you make up your mind?
Saterday night wasn't an entire waste. Had a wonderful conversation about drag, life, and a history that binds, between an old friend and his boyfriend. The person in mention, brought up something I had completly had blacked out of my memory. It lay dormient, a long lost tulip bulb, planted in the earth, ready to blosseum in the spring.
Due to whatever reason, I was kicked out of Viterbo College's nursing program, my Junior year. The timing was perfect, my grandmother had unexpectedly passed, it was Christmas season, I had just turned 21, and my personal life was in shambles. I was dating "Kevin" at the time. During a time of supposedly relaxation, I was busy cutting ties, packing up my belongings and moving back home, to where a future was uncertain. There was no big fanfare. I disappeared. Students, my roomates, came back from vacation, and I was gone- no note, no warning, no message, gone. It would be two years before anyone really knew what had happened, and of my whearabouts. However I did manage to write to "Kevin" and explain what sort of happened. The following summer we met up, unexpectedly at Six Flags Great America: he huged me, and life went on.
He mentioned that to me saterday, the letter, the meeting, which I had blacked out of my memory for so long. He now lives in La Crosse, has a decent job, and a wonderful husband of 6 years. There are no hard feelings, and actually neither one of us, regrets what happened. He mentioned he still has the letter, it would be interesting to read what I wrote back then, it was such an uncertain period of my life.
Talked to "kevin's" husband, David for quite awhile. Talked about the amount of time of drag, my "retirement", real-estate, life in general. It was wonderful. It was real.
There was a period of my life where I slept around, alot. "I've slept with more men mentioned in the bible, Old and new testiment put together (Torch Song Trilogy)." Although I am not proud of my actions, it is/was/will be apart of me, and is/was/will be a big portion of the gay community. A part which I really never have quite understood. Last year, I had my taxes done by a person who I had slept with. I was orginally supposed to drive to his office (he lives out of town), sleep with him and have my taxes done. I didn't. Postal mail is quite a wonderful thing. Although it would be cheeper to do the same thing this year, we have been out of touch, I'm not attracted to him, he's married, and obviously not a good situation. I believe a trip to H and R block is in the works. Although it may cost me more in the long run, its better than the other options at hand. Its a decision I'm quite proud of, and if anything, shows growth over the years--a break away....
Been slowly working on some projects. Finally started using a Family History program from Church of Latter day saints. Its a fun little program that is helping me have some organization of my Mothers family history. My father has done extensive research on the Mergen family history. I had the chance to visit Luxembourg where our ancestors are from back in 2003 and visit the graves of my ancestors. Untill recently he went back to the 1700's. With some help through the internet, we met up with a relative, who sent us 271 pages of data, and goes back to the 1500's. Its very interesting to say the least, since the reason my dad became stuck in his research, was a name change. The husband took the mothers Madian name as a surname, despite the customary vice versa. In the 271 pages of data this is noted.
Saterday night wasn't an entire waste. Had a wonderful conversation about drag, life, and a history that binds, between an old friend and his boyfriend. The person in mention, brought up something I had completly had blacked out of my memory. It lay dormient, a long lost tulip bulb, planted in the earth, ready to blosseum in the spring.
Due to whatever reason, I was kicked out of Viterbo College's nursing program, my Junior year. The timing was perfect, my grandmother had unexpectedly passed, it was Christmas season, I had just turned 21, and my personal life was in shambles. I was dating "Kevin" at the time. During a time of supposedly relaxation, I was busy cutting ties, packing up my belongings and moving back home, to where a future was uncertain. There was no big fanfare. I disappeared. Students, my roomates, came back from vacation, and I was gone- no note, no warning, no message, gone. It would be two years before anyone really knew what had happened, and of my whearabouts. However I did manage to write to "Kevin" and explain what sort of happened. The following summer we met up, unexpectedly at Six Flags Great America: he huged me, and life went on.
He mentioned that to me saterday, the letter, the meeting, which I had blacked out of my memory for so long. He now lives in La Crosse, has a decent job, and a wonderful husband of 6 years. There are no hard feelings, and actually neither one of us, regrets what happened. He mentioned he still has the letter, it would be interesting to read what I wrote back then, it was such an uncertain period of my life.
Talked to "kevin's" husband, David for quite awhile. Talked about the amount of time of drag, my "retirement", real-estate, life in general. It was wonderful. It was real.
There was a period of my life where I slept around, alot. "I've slept with more men mentioned in the bible, Old and new testiment put together (Torch Song Trilogy)." Although I am not proud of my actions, it is/was/will be apart of me, and is/was/will be a big portion of the gay community. A part which I really never have quite understood. Last year, I had my taxes done by a person who I had slept with. I was orginally supposed to drive to his office (he lives out of town), sleep with him and have my taxes done. I didn't. Postal mail is quite a wonderful thing. Although it would be cheeper to do the same thing this year, we have been out of touch, I'm not attracted to him, he's married, and obviously not a good situation. I believe a trip to H and R block is in the works. Although it may cost me more in the long run, its better than the other options at hand. Its a decision I'm quite proud of, and if anything, shows growth over the years--a break away....
Been slowly working on some projects. Finally started using a Family History program from Church of Latter day saints. Its a fun little program that is helping me have some organization of my Mothers family history. My father has done extensive research on the Mergen family history. I had the chance to visit Luxembourg where our ancestors are from back in 2003 and visit the graves of my ancestors. Untill recently he went back to the 1700's. With some help through the internet, we met up with a relative, who sent us 271 pages of data, and goes back to the 1500's. Its very interesting to say the least, since the reason my dad became stuck in his research, was a name change. The husband took the mothers Madian name as a surname, despite the customary vice versa. In the 271 pages of data this is noted.
