When you least expect it...

Odd and eventful things tend to happen when you least expect them, like during the past two weeks.

To begin with, two weeks we published our second issue of the Mountaineer, and it wasn't the best we've done, but it was still pretty fucking bomb. The cover was done well, it was a photo illustration of two gay men holding hands, with words of hate ahead of them. The stories were well...OK. There is one thing that I am particularly proud of, the opinion that was published about the "F" word, and "N" word. Many people seemed to like it, but others felt it was over the top and not correct to compare the two, but I think that the writer was trying to make people think about both words and how the affect those they are used against.

Anyhow, Easter Sunday came, and I went down to San Diego to visit some family, I expected it to go very bad with me huddled in the corner like usual, but I guess fate had a different plan for the day. The drive down with my Grandma and step-dad was smooth and calm, as was the weather. When we arrived, I was greeted by family with smiles and warm hugs, this is not unusual but kinda odd coming from some of them. We than proceeded to play badminton, which was INTENSE. My aunt, and I were going at it for a good hour before the kids came and took it over. The food my uncle prepared was AMAZING, and I had several helpings feeling completely bloated. The night ended and my family and I drove home. This is something new to me, the fact the all my relatives were getting along, and not aggravating me. It seriously has never happened before.

This week was better though, I went out with some co-workers several times during the week, getting drunk and other stuff, playing beer pong, and smoking hookah. It was pretty cool to chill with them because I haven't for quite some time.

Last night though had to be the icing on the cake, the GLAAD awards. This event was so fucking cool and inspirational, seeing all those gays in one place who have all made a difference in the community. I went with LAMBDA through an organization called Bienestar located in Pomona. I met some of the cast from the L word, as well as Greek, but the highlight had to be the Bishop Gene Robinson. He did a little Q&A for the youth after party and we were able to ask him a few questions. I asked if he felt the wedge driven between the Gay community and the religious community would take some time to dissipate, and he said that eventually all those "old" people who felt the gay community were wrong were going to die off and that would be when the two could finally merge. I was able to shake his hand and tell him how much what he was doing meant to me. He gave me a hug for that, it felt so good to have a man of God embrace me like a brother. It felt really good.

Continuing on my week we will see what happens with journalism and the gay community, stay tuned!

Happy Thoughts...