About me: I'm interested in what people don't show immediately. I'm interested in how people reveal their secrets and how others accept those secrets. I'm curious about what makes us attracted to one man but not another. I want to know a lot about everyone, but I also want someone to be interested in me too!
I miss you a lot today, ok all the time, but today seemed more intense than usual. I have been such a powerful whore these days and wish I had you here to share it with. Love you
The drama in my life...and how crazy its making me....why cant you be here with me.. to sit with me...while i vomit all my trauma...while i share with you my crazy...because i know...you'd hold me there....you sink down below with me...so i wouldnt go alone....drowning with me...in my own emotional break down...allowing me to feel everything...without shame...with creme brulee in hand..
you fed my heart ache, my soul ache...and made me laugh at myself...
there isnt enough tears or booze to fill the empty you have left behind..
I miss you so much, I finally am using the paint and paint brushes you gave to me, I have held on to them forever afraid I would loose a piece of you if I used them. My BFA show is tonight and I am glad now that your gifts have been part of making them. I love you fucker and die a little each day without you.
I was hung over today and it reminded me of when you, michael and I went to the bodyworks at OMSI. I was so hungover I was convince I'd puke or shit on some part of the exhibit before the day was thru...today i nearly shit my pants at TJ Maxx which also made me thing of you. I miss you, I miss seeing your face, i miss seeing you and michael together.
I am missing you so much, I had a wonderful and vivid dream about you last week. Every time I think of it I sob for you, I long to hear your laughter, see that infectious smile. To cuddle with you again. I love and hate you today Frank.
I need you. There are so many moments everyday that you are here. I saw you last night in the way I moved my hands and I heard you in my voice. If you were here you'd know that I have a heart and that it is broken. Like you always said, it does feel cold.
I was thinking about you tonight at work because my co-worker and I were making crude jokes about the DSM and our clients. It reminded me of that night you locked yourself out of your house and you were forced to hang out with Johnny and I for the next several hours. Our idea of a good time was pulling out my DSM and geeking out over diagnoses while J pretended he wasn't falling asleep on my bed.
Frank My mom died last week, she always liked you and thought how beautiful you were, she didn't understand why you killed yourself, so I told her she should kick you in the balls when she see you. I love you and miss you.
Frank - Today I saw your handprint on the wall of the LGBTQA. It is orange and it has little orange horns coming out of your index-middle and middle-pointer finger spaces. It is Bipolar Tuesday and I wanted to share with you about what that means, the students in my life and the very funny things they do. My sister made a very insensitive item in photoshop around these Bipolar Tuesdays that I also wanted to call to your attention. Miss you, Crazy.
