Ok, it’s official… I’m sure I’m gonna be told that I’m going to hell… I'm sure if I sent this to my relatives I'd have people knocking at my door ready to perform an exorcism!
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Saturday, May 30, 2009
A little surprise and fotos from AIDS Housing Tacoma Drag Fund Raiser
So a couple of cool things the last few days... even with all the stress that I've been under and the 'blips' in my virals and T-Cells I've had a couple really neat things go on. My 'Doc' posted my blog piece to the website/blog for the medical center. Then last night I attended the AIDS Housing Association of Tacoma 'Drag' Fundraiser. Drag Queens and Drag Kings showed their stuff and talents in an all out affair to raise money for the AIDS Housing Association of Tacoma.
Including pix here:
State Representative Jeannie Darneille and AIDS Housing Exec Director David Strong
Scottie 2 Hottie as 'Cher'
Hostess and MC Ms Victoria Eyesli
Drag King (FTM) Sawyer
Coco Puff and Dominique D'Amour
Allusia, Tina Turntable and Polly Ester (in order)
Including pix here:
State Representative Jeannie Darneille and AIDS Housing Exec Director David Strong
Scottie 2 Hottie as 'Cher'
Hostess and MC Ms Victoria Eyesli
Drag King (FTM) Sawyer
Coco Puff and Dominique D'Amour
Allusia, Tina Turntable and Polly Ester (in order)
Thursday, May 21, 2009
10 years... 10 long and hard years
Today it is 10 years ago that I pushed my own wheelchair out of Bailey Boushay House, in Seattle, and Den took me home back to our apartment in Seattle where I sat down on the bed and cried. I was home. Well, home at the time. I had survived from only having 14 T-cells in my body and pneumocystis pneumonia (Ok, it’s because I’m a royal bitch!)
On April 21, 1999 they rolled me in on a gurney and I was asked by a nurse how long I was going to be with them. I looked up at a gaggle of people plus Den (I’d call 5-6 people a gaggle including ambulance attendants) and said, “One month.” The one nurse said, “Well we’ll see.” My response was “Read my lips; ONE MONTH!” May 21, 1999, I stood up off the bed and shuffled around putting stuff together before Den got there that morning. I had to sit down a few times on the bed because it was high enough for me to push myself up without help from someone. Den walked in and said, “Ready.” I just nodded. There was a small line of nurses standing there (those who were working) watching me leave. They were teary eyed as well.
All the pain, stress and fear that fueled my push to get me back to where I needed to be came flowing out. I laid down with a stuffed donkey that my Grandmother had given me and cried.
I still had to have help with a bath or get up off the toilet. I had a walker. The second night home the walker went into the closet where it stayed until I gave it away.
Den had one week off before he had to go back to work (I was a shit and made him take me to Swanson’s Nursery the next morning. Hey, it was spring and I need to get soil to plant the apple tree that I’d ordered and was sitting on a box on the deck plus I wanted some veggies!)
I can’t even count how many times I fell during the times he was at work. I'd crawl to a location, couch or step and then pull myself up. It was lonely but I was blessed. A month and 7 days later, Amy (my first pug, a rescue) who was 6 years old came trotting downstairs into my life. She never left my side for the next 5 years.
Right now, I’ve had some ‘blips’ medically with my T-cell count and viral load. My cholesterol is off. Rob is a bit annoyed with that I think. Sometimes, I think he secretly delights in stabbing me (badly, I might say, SNORT) in the arm for blood just to get back at me for being that pain in the ass for the past 10 years.
Many of you know this year has been stressful in so many ways. More so than ever, nervousness, fighting with the state and legislature to keep medical not only for myself but others in this state, personal and family things that have put a strain on me and I’ve tried to keep my chin up, things where I’ve ‘buckled the belt up’ and made sure I put on the smile and been there for others (hey, it was the right thing to do), etc. This has probably taken a toll on me and the stress of it all might have been a contributor to the t-cell count drop and the viral load to shoot up for the first time in a while (although, it’s less than 90 copies per mL, it still PISSES ME OFF!).
But, I will get over it. I will keep going. I have friends, people I love with all my heart and soul plus the two ‘idiots’ to be concerned with to sit back and let something like this keep me from living my life. Oh, I’m going to have to deal with the cholesterol thing and that’s probably not going to be a pretty scene (think two drag queens duking it out with disheveled dresses, pumps in hand with cocktails splashed all over the floor of a club, ROTFLMAO!) but it’ll work out.
10 years… I still miss Amy though… she’d would have just demanded some smoked duck for the occasion.
TJay
On April 21, 1999 they rolled me in on a gurney and I was asked by a nurse how long I was going to be with them. I looked up at a gaggle of people plus Den (I’d call 5-6 people a gaggle including ambulance attendants) and said, “One month.” The one nurse said, “Well we’ll see.” My response was “Read my lips; ONE MONTH!” May 21, 1999, I stood up off the bed and shuffled around putting stuff together before Den got there that morning. I had to sit down a few times on the bed because it was high enough for me to push myself up without help from someone. Den walked in and said, “Ready.” I just nodded. There was a small line of nurses standing there (those who were working) watching me leave. They were teary eyed as well.
All the pain, stress and fear that fueled my push to get me back to where I needed to be came flowing out. I laid down with a stuffed donkey that my Grandmother had given me and cried.
I still had to have help with a bath or get up off the toilet. I had a walker. The second night home the walker went into the closet where it stayed until I gave it away.
Den had one week off before he had to go back to work (I was a shit and made him take me to Swanson’s Nursery the next morning. Hey, it was spring and I need to get soil to plant the apple tree that I’d ordered and was sitting on a box on the deck plus I wanted some veggies!)
I can’t even count how many times I fell during the times he was at work. I'd crawl to a location, couch or step and then pull myself up. It was lonely but I was blessed. A month and 7 days later, Amy (my first pug, a rescue) who was 6 years old came trotting downstairs into my life. She never left my side for the next 5 years.
Right now, I’ve had some ‘blips’ medically with my T-cell count and viral load. My cholesterol is off. Rob is a bit annoyed with that I think. Sometimes, I think he secretly delights in stabbing me (badly, I might say, SNORT) in the arm for blood just to get back at me for being that pain in the ass for the past 10 years.
Many of you know this year has been stressful in so many ways. More so than ever, nervousness, fighting with the state and legislature to keep medical not only for myself but others in this state, personal and family things that have put a strain on me and I’ve tried to keep my chin up, things where I’ve ‘buckled the belt up’ and made sure I put on the smile and been there for others (hey, it was the right thing to do), etc. This has probably taken a toll on me and the stress of it all might have been a contributor to the t-cell count drop and the viral load to shoot up for the first time in a while (although, it’s less than 90 copies per mL, it still PISSES ME OFF!).
But, I will get over it. I will keep going. I have friends, people I love with all my heart and soul plus the two ‘idiots’ to be concerned with to sit back and let something like this keep me from living my life. Oh, I’m going to have to deal with the cholesterol thing and that’s probably not going to be a pretty scene (think two drag queens duking it out with disheveled dresses, pumps in hand with cocktails splashed all over the floor of a club, ROTFLMAO!) but it’ll work out.
10 years… I still miss Amy though… she’d would have just demanded some smoked duck for the occasion.
TJay
Saturday, May 2, 2009
Working on the stories ... and the 'NOTE' from Mom you never want to get...
Well, I'm working hard on the latest chapter of TOMORROW to get done. Lot's to address in the chapter as we wind down the story of all the boys. I'm also working on another story (not for upload but to send for possible publication) so that and moving in two months is keeping me busy. I hardly hear from anyone since the demise of one of the groups but then again, people also fade away.
Be that as it may, I want to share something that was funny as fuck to me that a friend on East Coast sent me.
It's the 'NOTE' you never wanted to see from your Mom.... ROTFLMFAO!!!!
Friday, April 17, 2009
Of little black pugs, coffee and writing....
Ok, things are settling down with friends and family. I still have to get off my ass and start packing up stuff for the move in two months. Why so soon? Staging at my best friend's place where we'll move it all from there to wherever we rent for a year before he buys.
I think the stress of it all kept me sleeping a lot this past week. Mentally, it's completely draining.
Friends: I've 'reunited' with a couple of old friends recently. That's a good thing. I need to email one (old college roommate) and the other is a sweetie who thinks of me in a rather unique way; too bad he's not closer.
Getting up this morning (or any morning for that matter) is never an issue with making sure I hear an alarm clock or just getting up with two dogs. Especially a little black pug. Ella is nearing 6 this August and still spry. Like clockwork (and I mean you could set your clock by her!) she's up between 530 - 6AM telling me it's time to get up! "I NEED TO PEE!", LOL!
It's like a 'jack-in-the-box' on the side of the bed, 'POP'... scratch, scratch... little whine. "Is it time little girl or Is it time Princess?" Wagging tail and a kiss... If her Daddy (I refer to her real Dad since I have both Father and Daughter) aka 'Tucker' or 'Boo' is still in bed, I just say go get 'Boo' up and sure as anything she'll walk around the side of the bed and wake her old man up and jump on him telling him it's time to go outside.
Smart dog... smart dogs, I should say since they come in from the damp ground or rain and wipe their feet on the towel in the mud/utility room floor. A couple spins, I dry them off and into the house for their treat (carrot). Two of them and I don't know what I'd do without them. There my company and give me unprecedented and unconditional love. Well, as long as there are baby carrots in the damn fridge, ROFL.
Writing, ok... so here's where I am. I am writing. A few things. I'm working on chapters for stories there (TOMORROW, FOUND, VALENTINE) and a new 'vampiric' piece. No groans out there please. This is a lot of research and not your typical 'vampire bites man and he becomes gay; starts throwing his legs over shoulders or others of his' bit. This is something done by me that I would be proud to say I wrote. And 'NO', I'm not trying to ride the coat of that kid vampire story set in Washington State by the Mormon chick.
Is there sex in it? Hell ya! Please, I'm a gay writer. You write what you know. Do I hope that mainstream audiences will be reading it eventually? Yep.
In the meantime though, I'm posting 'DEATH COMES KNOCKING' over on the Tickie site: http://tickiestories.us/tjay_m.htm as it is on the Closettales site so that new readers can see and it keeps me up with posts while I'm working.
Speaking of the original site. I'm trying to work to be able to get in there and update properly. There's been a lot going on in the admin's life and getting in touch with him at times is 'problematical'.
Coffee in hand, I've been able to actually update this thing. I'm hoping that my readers actually do check here.
Now, second sites. Since TRH Yahoo went defunct due to 'YAHELL's' asinine bullshit, a new chat site was set up to allow for people to go, talk in real time, email, post pix, etc. It's a great site that I post to as well and you will see me on there too.
It's: http://www.closettaleschat.net/
That's all for now. Drop me a line...
TJay
I think the stress of it all kept me sleeping a lot this past week. Mentally, it's completely draining.
Friends: I've 'reunited' with a couple of old friends recently. That's a good thing. I need to email one (old college roommate) and the other is a sweetie who thinks of me in a rather unique way; too bad he's not closer.
Getting up this morning (or any morning for that matter) is never an issue with making sure I hear an alarm clock or just getting up with two dogs. Especially a little black pug. Ella is nearing 6 this August and still spry. Like clockwork (and I mean you could set your clock by her!) she's up between 530 - 6AM telling me it's time to get up! "I NEED TO PEE!", LOL!
It's like a 'jack-in-the-box' on the side of the bed, 'POP'... scratch, scratch... little whine. "Is it time little girl or Is it time Princess?" Wagging tail and a kiss... If her Daddy (I refer to her real Dad since I have both Father and Daughter) aka 'Tucker' or 'Boo' is still in bed, I just say go get 'Boo' up and sure as anything she'll walk around the side of the bed and wake her old man up and jump on him telling him it's time to go outside.
Smart dog... smart dogs, I should say since they come in from the damp ground or rain and wipe their feet on the towel in the mud/utility room floor. A couple spins, I dry them off and into the house for their treat (carrot). Two of them and I don't know what I'd do without them. There my company and give me unprecedented and unconditional love. Well, as long as there are baby carrots in the damn fridge, ROFL.
Writing, ok... so here's where I am. I am writing. A few things. I'm working on chapters for stories there (TOMORROW, FOUND, VALENTINE) and a new 'vampiric' piece. No groans out there please. This is a lot of research and not your typical 'vampire bites man and he becomes gay; starts throwing his legs over shoulders or others of his' bit. This is something done by me that I would be proud to say I wrote. And 'NO', I'm not trying to ride the coat of that kid vampire story set in Washington State by the Mormon chick.
Is there sex in it? Hell ya! Please, I'm a gay writer. You write what you know. Do I hope that mainstream audiences will be reading it eventually? Yep.
In the meantime though, I'm posting 'DEATH COMES KNOCKING' over on the Tickie site: http://tickiestories.us/tjay_m.htm as it is on the Closettales site so that new readers can see and it keeps me up with posts while I'm working.
Speaking of the original site. I'm trying to work to be able to get in there and update properly. There's been a lot going on in the admin's life and getting in touch with him at times is 'problematical'.
Coffee in hand, I've been able to actually update this thing. I'm hoping that my readers actually do check here.
Now, second sites. Since TRH Yahoo went defunct due to 'YAHELL's' asinine bullshit, a new chat site was set up to allow for people to go, talk in real time, email, post pix, etc. It's a great site that I post to as well and you will see me on there too.
It's: http://www.closettaleschat.net/
That's all for now. Drop me a line...
TJay
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
SORRY NO POSTS THIS WEEK
No posts this week. The man who is like my 'Dad' had a heart attack and underwent 'stent' surgury in the major arteriole that feeds the heart (called the 'Widow-maker'). There was a 98% block on right side and a 75% on the left. He had emergency surgery yesterday afternoon and I've been with him and my 'Mom' (no, not my real parents), et al since yesterday.
TJay
TJay
Friday, March 27, 2009
FYI: So everyone knows, I haven't stopped writing. I've been in Seattle for the past 7 days helping a friend through a hospital stay due to pulmonary embolisms.
I've also been dealing with legislators in Olympia to ensure that HIV/AIDS and Medically Needy funding isn't cut during the next budget cycle.
TJay
I've also been dealing with legislators in Olympia to ensure that HIV/AIDS and Medically Needy funding isn't cut during the next budget cycle.
TJay
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