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Friday, 16 January 2009

  • You are SO funny.

    Brydon, Brydon, Brydon. We were having a nice talk on YAHOO IM, and I happen to get very upset about something, and you feel the need to share it on here like I did not explain myself to you afterwards. Yes, I did get mad at the fact that a guy on LOGO did tell another guy that they could not date due to his looks. Yes, that pisses me off. And contrary to popular belief, MOST, and I said most, not all, gay men are as shallow as he is. It pisses me off that someone would let a good guy like that get away because of his looks.

    And you, Brydon....really? You want to call me out? You have no room to talk. Number one, you have a boyfriend, and I have never seen someone SO committed broadcasting their sick and pathetic attempt to get someone to care, other their boyfriend, that they are horny. Really? No one gives a fuck, and if they do, they must be attracted to conceited bastards like you. Masturbate already and spare our eyes. YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP!

    I complain, you say. Well lets see....here is one of your posts:

    Pissed The Fuck Off.
    Right now.. I'm so motherfucking pissed off. Like its like the fuck I hate my friends or friend for that fact. Its like shitty cause I'm a nice person an sometimes it takes a lot for me to get to the point where I want to say listen you little shit leave me the fuck alone or like stop being a total ass!

    I love to give an give an its like wtfo where the motherfucking shit is mines.. I gave so much all I ask for return is like casual conversation an thanx. ACT like you care snot nose brat! Then its like the people I'm meeting an talking to need a good fucking punch in the motherfucking face god! I hate so much pepople right now! I dont know what it is.. an its not like I can become "bold" over night you know a mean person an hate you out loud. I can do it sometimes when I dont know it but if I know someone is having a hard time I dont want to become another factor that cause more damage. So its hard for me to be like listen bitch.. I dont know.. let me get off here an do something with myself.. an try to avoid this fucking problem.





    For your information...maybe they are an ass to you because of the way you are in general. You dont care who you offend, but then you wanna bitch when no one seems to want to give you anytime to talk about your "oh so exciting" life, and the fact that you have said in more than one blog that you think you are "hot". Yeah, let's all say "sorry" to Brydon for not boosting his ego. Quit complaining, and SHUT THE FUCK UP!

    Here is another little post I find quite interesting:


    I bid you fare well
    The way things are going an the way i feel I'm thinking about deleting my xanga deleting my myspace an everything me an going "away". I cant help feel so upset an put down by my own doing. I'm always sry for things I cannot fix an try my hardest to fix them, Even tho I know they might not fix for me. I just have a strong dislike for myself an feel I should just fucking fuck my life over go crazy give up dont care ... go down the wrong path again. Because the way I see it now is everything is all wrong an I need to be able to feel again. I been in this same situation not too long ago for my older xanga friends.. I posted my dim dark post but I found something that helped me change. Now the want to disappear or just end this life an start my old alcohol induced fits .. I'm just unable to see clear maybe tomorrow this will subside.





    OMG! LOL. Shut the fuck up dude. Really? Your "old alcohol induced fits?" There are barely any pics of you without having your face down a bottle. What a role model!. Honestly, I wish you would have left and saved me the trouble of meeting you. There are countless blogs about you and your sex life. Who gives a fuck dude. Share that with your boyfriend, not the world. You are one of the types that hurts the gay community with your acts of immaturity and your "holier than thou" attitude pertaining to everything.

    You messed with the wrong person. There is PLENTY more I could write about you, but I would hate to waste your time reading this when you need to schedule time for your boyfriend into your life of bitching, complaining, drinking, xtubing, whoring around on the internet, and looking in the mirror. Fuck you Brydon. Someone with half a mind would have politely showed me their view on what I told you and not broadcast it to the world. But I really should not have expected intelligence to come from you. You are nothing but alcohol driven, sex addicted, drama queen, and from what I read, will always be.

Wednesday, 14 January 2009

  • Everyone's doing it...lol

    Xanga Username: TAHoover. First initial, middle initial, and last name

    Xanga Birthdate: hmmm...not too sure, and way too lazy to go and look.

    Xanga "Statuses": I don't really know what this means? (Me neither, TastyAnonymity)

    Xanga Profile Picture: My profile picture is of me contemplating solely on an animal cracker....they were so good.

    First Xanga Friend: That would be xxbrydonboiixx. He was my first ever xanga friend. Found him in a blogring. He is fun! and cute :)

    Subsequent Xanga Friends: I have met some pretty amazing people on here, such as TastyAnonymity and RAVI!

    Xanga BFFs: I love all of my Xanga friends.....A lot!

    Xanga Family: No family members on Xanga

    Other Xanga Pals: See: Xanga BFFs

    Xanga Likes: I use this blog to have fun. Sometimes serious, sometimes off the wall goofy....just me.

    Xanga Dislikes: People who go on and on and on and on about he same damn thing.

    Official Xanga Achievements: I created one successfully! lol. Hope to be featured one day, but if not, I will lose no sleep.

    Unofficial Xanga Achievements: I helped someone open up to the ones he loves.

    Recommending Habit: Only if it REALLY catches my attention.....believe it or not...a lot of xanga is just cookie cutter material.

    Commenting Habit: I try my best....but I lurk a lot.

    Timestamping: Not so much.

    Protected Posting: I am pretty much open with it all.

    Xanga Themes: Just random ones....nothing too fancy.

    Xanga Pulse: I am learning to love it.

    Xanga Plugz: I am not that in need of popularity....you can read my blog or not...feelings are unscathed.

    Xanga Hopes: To find more friends on here.

    Last Words: I love this Xanga! It is fun to write stuff on here. lol....

Tuesday, 13 January 2009

  • The Perfect Man

    I have this whole weblog done thanks to Dare2BDiferentt, and his weblog, "How to be the perfect boyfriend". It was a funny read, and I would love to do kinda the same thing, only in a version for an actual gay man..so, here we go!

    "The Perfect Man" (Queer Version)

    Once upon a time......lol....ok..seriously....

    1) Be a guy. Easy as that. Please do not surpass my mother on the estrogen level. Gay men like gay men who are, well....men. If you wear bronzer, problem. If you wear baby tee's, problem. If you fart more glitter than Hobby Lobby has in one store, problem. Celine Dion and Cher are great role models to have, but please quit using their music as the theme song to your life. SKINNY JEANS ARE NOT ATTRACTIVE! If you smack your lips and bob your head while thrusting your hips in an action to personify your level of anger more than that of a girl named "Sha-nay-nay", there is definitely a problem. Be a dude. Please. Testosterone can be a good thing. Dont embarrass your sperm.

    2) Is it just me, or does every gay man have to have some level of drama to either bitch about or start? Really? Can you not choose your friends wisely and not care if your karaoke version of "If I can turn back tio-o-o-o-me" is better than the other half of the gay community? Just a quick tip, live your life. Dont worry about others lives. At the end of the day, your shit stinks just as much as theirs does.

    3) I am not sure if I was the only one to get the memo, but being a whore is not part of the criteria of being a gay man. When I was at USM, every gay guy I knew had some sort of sexual relation with loads of other gay guys. It was appalling, and a MAJOR turn-off. First dates are not the time to point out all of the guys that you pass, and the amount of sexual activity you have had with each. Ugh.

    4) STD's. This can get choppy. There is nothing wrong with someone who has HIV or something along those lines, but being upfront about it is the only way to go. Being in a relationship for a little bit and then finding out your partner has an STD can be devastating. Before you decide to get in a relationship and definitely before you get attached, this should be one of the conversations. Make this a part of the "getting to know the other person" step of the relationship before making a commitment. Seeing their reaction to it and how they plan to take care of themselves if they do have will play a huge role in how the relationship could unfold.

    5) Do not have a history of cheating. That is not a good thing. Do yourself a favor and start off your dating life right. If you are in a relationship and you find yourself not digging that person as much as you did, explain that to them. Tell them that what was there before is not there anymore. You going out and cheating on them makes you a horrible person and humiliates your partner. DO NOT allow the other person to continue growing in their feelings for you when you are out being a complete asshole and sharing your feelings with someone else behind their back.

    6) Be able to have a conversation with them. Yes, they are there to learn about you, but they would love to tell you about themselves as well. Do not be your biggest fan, and if you are, try to hide it. However, one thing that can go horribly wrong is that there will be one person on the date that sits back and agrees with EVERYTHING the other one s saying. Then they think they found the perfect person for them when in all honesty, you were scared to say anything for fear they might disagree with you on something. BE YOU! If they dont leave liking you for you, then you need not invest anymore time.

    7) Honesty! Lying gets you no where! That is my biggest pet peeve. Why not just tell the truth? It is so much easier. The other person finding out you lied to them could trigger the first fight in a relationship. This can be avoided by telling the truth. And if you being honest still triggers an argument/fight, this shows you how open-minded the other person is. Talking everything out is key.

    8) Drugs. Gross. Having a drug addiction or just using them occasionally is not attractive and very irresponsible. I know more gay people who do drugs than any other. I dont know who put the cool factor into this activity, but contrary to popular belief, it isnt.

    9) Last but not least, please have ambition. One of the most attractive things about a man is when he talks about is future. To see him get excited about the possibility of having a productive future, and to have something to work toward puts the biggest smile on my face.

    Guys, there is nothing wrong with having respect for yourself and for others. Finding someone that makes you happy should also mean that part of your happiness comes from seeing the other person pleased in the relationship. Be a gentleman. Most guys put up walls for a reason. The are merely waiting for someone to care enough to tear them down to see who they really are. Being the stereotypical "cookie-cutter" gay guy can be one of the most unattractive things ever. Be you. And dont worry so much about holding up a "gay" image.

Tuesday, 06 January 2009

  • It is time to let it out.........

    I walked in. Of course I knew what sex sounded like, I was nine. As much as the normal world would like to shelter most kids of my age at that time from the knowledge of what sex is, I knew what was going on. My eyes. Please God let them be deceiving me. No, it was not the sex that bothered me. It was not even the idea that it was my parents doing it. My eyes watered up. My mind...completely....gray. Innocence surrounded my mind, wanted it to be all understandable. I wanted to be told, "You are a child, you dont understand." If only it had been my parents, or at least both of them. My nine year old eyes witnessed my father doing the one thing I never thought him capable of. I never thought one human body could have so much denial in such a short amount of time. My father was cheating on my mother.

    My parents fought a lot. No one would ever suspect it in the public eye. They were radiant when it came to the outside world. Everyone respected them. My father. A world class charlatan. Lying was his talent. Man, was he good at it. I remember one night, after my parents had gotten into a huge argument, and I had heard it. My parents made up, after my dad had walked out and had been gone for a couple of hours. He came back, sat me, my older sister and younger brother down, and explained to us that he would never leave us, or my mother, like that ever again. Did I believe him? Of course I did. He was my dad.

    Nine. Nine years old. I had to tell my mom what I had seen. Damn it mom. Say something. I told her, and its like someone hit her pause button. Tell me it was normal. Tell me that you knew. Tell me that our "family" was still going to be that. I was so naive. I knew our "family" was no longer what I had hoped it would remain when I saw my mothers name on a rather large cardboard box with an address on it that was foreign to me. This is not my address. This is not what I was taught when I was in kindergarten. My mom started packing my room. I protested. Nine. Nine years old. What could I do? Nothing. My parents were getting a divorce. My mother loved my father. I was constantly reminded of that with everyday that passed. My mom would tuck me into bed, and as I lay there, trying to fall asleep, I hear my mom weeping. Why dad?

    My father and I have not been ok since that day. Both of my parents re-married. It does not help my "liking" level for my father seeing as how my new step-mother is the one he was screwing in the room he and my mother shared. My father has always been pretty wealthy. Money became his vice for the next couple of years. Buying whatever made him happy, and of course, his children happy. A credit card quickly replaced what my father use to be. Always there. Helps relieve depression. Gives me something to do. Helps when I have a problem.

    My mom has never been that wealthy due to a disability. Between custody battles with my parents, heartless landlords, and my mothers new husband, I moved schools thirteen times. No lie. True story. My life has been completely screwed up because of him. Thanks dad. Asshole.

    The day I came out to my dad. Wow. What a day. I was SO confident that I was ready. So, out it came. I called him. I would have preferred it be in person, but since he deems it necessary to live out of town and come into town MAYBE 6 times I year, I am kinda limited. He flipped out. He told me I was an embarrassment, and that he was very disappointed. He took my schooling, credit cards, insurance, car payments, medical insurance, and home with him as he threw me out of his life. He wanted nothing to do with his, and I quote, "Faggot of a son." Since then, I have paid off my car, established my own insurance, moved in with my boyfriend, continued school, and have been offered some pretty good job possibilities. I like my life. Even though I pretty much lost every family member, except an uncle and an aunt, I am doing ok. My boyfriends family has completely accepted me and they love me very much. I am so thankful for them.

    To my dad: Fuck you.
    To my mom: I am deeply sorry you married an asshole.
    To my siblings: Gain your own opinions and get your heads out of daddy's ass.
    To my friends: Thanks for being amazing.
    To my readers: YAY! I am glad you exist.

    I did not write this for pity, sympathy, or attention. I am utilizing this blog to its fullest potential. It has taken me a while, but I am finally ready to talk openly about the things I am ashamed to say I was associated with in my life. Even though it was not my fault, I am ashamed to say I am from anything that has to deal with my dad.

    Tomorrow is another day. I cant wait to greet it.

Sunday, 04 January 2009

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    Marked (House of Night, Book 1)
    By P. C. Cast, Kristin Cast
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    Guess who's bored?..................................................................................

    I am so bored, I have decided that a detailed, step-by-step, make you fall asleep in your chair (No offense TastyAnonymity) description of my day was oh so appropriate as of......now:

    I woke up at 8:45 am, and thought to myself how out of the norm this was for me, so I quickly rolled back over to fix this horribly tragic mistake. At 11:30 am, I woke back up, and this seemed to more of an agreeable time with my internal clock, so I forced myself out of he bed. I then looked at my phone and realized I had a missed call....seeing as how I dont really get missed calls, I was somewhat excited, but that dies quickly....it was my parents....so, I convinced myself to call them back....a little voice in my head said to not press the green phone thingy, but my luck, they would have called to offer me a million dollars, and I would have missed out. Well, come to find out, it was not a million dollars. That would seem to be the polite thing to do, but ya know, parents. They invited me to go eat with them at the Huddle House, and if you have never heard of this "place", I recommend a pause in your reading, and a trip to Google....I would never wish this place on my worst enemy. My mom begged me, so I said yes. Ugh. It was as smoke-filled as usual, with the lingering scent of dog and pineapple......I felt my IQ quickly depreciate as I heard the ramblings of redneck talk about the "hunt" over the weekend at "deer camp". It's an animal people...you kill it, dress it, and eat it. WHOO!....no.....anyways.....I had my eggs and discussed my potential job offer with my parental units, (see last post) and to my surprise, they said they agreed with my decision. So with that out of the way, I did EVERYTHING in my power to give the hint I was ready to go. Nothing worked. I finally explained to them my hate for this place, and now that lunch was over, I would love to leave, and so we did. I went back home and found out that I needed some dishwashing detergent, and some garbage bags. I am completely a neat freak, and it was time to clean. I went to my local Kroger store and purchased these items, and came back home. I did my cleaning, which was peaceful, and made me happy, and then sat down to ponder the rest of my day. I decided, on a whim, to go house hunting. Not that I need a house, or plan to get one before my lease is up here, I just enjoy it. I saw two houses I really liked, and came back home. I cooked dinner, which was some type of gravy with rice and rolls, and watched a little TV. I just stepped out of the shower, and now I am gracing you with my presence here, on xanga.com.

    I totally just bored myself....if you made it through that, I applaud you...if not...then you have no idea I am saying this, and I dont blame you...lol....later.

TAHoover

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