So I’m sitting here lounging on my parents’ couch and I feel so content. It is my first time home for the holidays in two years and boy, have I missed it. The radio is on playing soft jazz, Daddy is checking his e-mail (and typing 5 wpm), and Mommy is in the kitchen cooking some of her world-famous Korean BBQ’d ribs. The smell is intoxicating.
I love coming home to Oregon/Washington. It’s held a soft spot in my heart ever since I was a wee-old, bowl-cut boy running around my neighborhood cul-de-sac in Beaverton. The one thing about this place that never changes is the people. Which leads me to my first-day-home highlights:
- My connecting flight to Portland at the butt crack of dawn this morning was so indicative of the type of people I’m talking about. It was such a contrast to my first flight out of DC - glum, quiet, meh. On this second flight, everyone was chatting politely, smiles on their faces. The girl next to me offered me some of her snacks and gum. The people across the aisle were talking (not annoyingly) throughout the flight and when they landed, they all exchanged contact info. And it was such an odd group - two younger guys and a lady old enough to be their mom. I had to smile to myself.
- After a yammy homemade runch and a quick nap, I went to the neighborhood gym, where Daddy is apparently the mayor. He was walking around waving at everybody like a beauty pageant winner (ELBOW-ELBOW WRIST-WRIST). Anyway, it was more of the same. There were all sorts of characters working out, but so many genuinely nice conversations going on. I was even roped into playing my first dose of pick-up hoops in over three years. It was only a quick 2-on-2 game to 9, but I’m proud to report I scored 7 of my team’s 9 points, including the game-winning trey at the end (and thank the LAWD cuz I felt like my lungs were exploding by then). YEY ME~!!!
Okay, the ribs are almost ready and my parents want to toast my return (with some really cheap bottle of wine because they are LUXULY like that). My holiday at home has officially started.
1. I swept both prizes at EPA Idol this afternoon - the Judges’ Pick & Most Sponsorship Money ($740+ buckaroos!!!) raised. OMAIGAAAH I CANNOT BERIEVE DIS TANK YU CONGRATURATION YEY ME!!!1!1!!1!1!!!!1 ^_^
2. Back at the office holiday soiree, one of my co-workers penned some environmentally-themed lyrics to “The 12 Days of Christmas,” which we all sang together. The eighth day was, “Ray Lee a singing.”
You're a caring, wonderful human being. I have struggled with my sexuality and have been ashamed, sad, and a times suicidal. I just wanted to leave you this anonymous message to let you know how much I truly appreciate not only your blog but also you. I know you don't do this blog to be a role model but following you that's what you have become to me. At times i felt as if being gay wasn't normal and by you being you I've come to realize that gay is normal. You truly do have a beautiful soul and have helped me, indirectly, become more comfortable, and less self loathing. To simple put this, Thank you buddy! :) No need to publish this. Just wanted to say to you, Thank you.
For anyone out there who’s gotten their fair share of tumblr hate mail, it’s messages like this that make up for them tenfold.
Anon, thank you. This message made my entire week. I only started this blog to keep up with my pals and as a source of silly entertainment, but any positivity I’ve brought to you or anyone else…I’m really humbled by the sentiment. :D