Tuesday, February 28, 2006

Front Page Coming Out in Texas

Do you remember when you actually exited the closet? Have you?

Well, let’s just say that my exit (if I was ever actually in the closet) was front page news. I had almost forgotten the details of this incident and was browsing Google when I came across the article.

You can read it here: http://www.ClintThomson.com/ClintArticle.pdf

I will give you a brief outline of my coming out so that you can understand what is happening here.
  • 4th Grade - Realize I'm gay and hook up for the first time.
  • 8-10th Grade - Running several "Boy-Friends" simultaneously.
  • 10th Grade - Move to the States. (Arlington, Texas to be exact.)
  • 10th Grade - Attend Lamar High for one year.
  • 11th Grade - Transfer to Martin High.
  • 11th Grade - Confirm close friends suspicions about my orientation. Deny to everyone else.
  • 11th Grade - Participate in the above mentioned article.
  • 11th Grade - Everyone reads the Metro section (Who Knew?!)
  • 11-12th Grade - Endure absolute hell at school and actually skip most of the problem classes in favor of the mall (Dallas Galleria - 1hr drive)
  • 12th Grade - Attend night school to make up missed classes in order to graduate.
    And finally leave Martin High (Spelled H.E.L.L.)

Hope those bitches are working in Food Service now!!

Friday, February 03, 2006

Dallas Traffic Court - Eeew

Ok, so I have just had my first experience with traffic court in Dallas. JT and I showed up, filed in through metal detectors and proceeded to a poorly decorated, florescent lit room with church pews. The room reminded me of the waiting room at a greyhound bus station.

The pews were hard as rock and there was a curious urine and alcohol blended stench which appeared to be reeking from one of several individuals that were in our immediate vicinity. The man in front of us appeared to be incubating a flesh eating plague and a woman near the front appeared to be hiding some fresh facial bruises with more make-up than a rose-room drag queen.

Ruddy, disheveled and flustered traffic attorneys spoke with those defendants that had actually acquired representation. They looked like car salesman at a Ford dealership and I suspected that this would be the beginning of a very long day for them.

Our attorney was taking the case as a favor to me. She usually handles criminal cases including murder; however her partner is a good friend and insisted that we have the absolute best representation, even for a simple speeding violation.

She was perfectly attired and manicured with a charcoal dress suit and black heals. Her hair was short and styled in a neat yet sophisticated manner. She carried herself with confidence and grace to the front of the court room and placed her black briefcase on the defendant's desk.

The Judge was a seemly jovial character who enjoyed his work and was appeared quite content to sit behind the bench and hand out relatively insignificant judgments against motorists.

Today was our lucky day. The rain and imminent arrival of President Bush to Dallas kept all of the traffic officers from appearing before the court and the Judge dismissed every case for lack of witness. We waved to our lawyer and skipped merrily away from the wretched place and back to our comfortable middle income lives.

Tuesday, December 13, 2005

New Pictures Posted - Attitude After Dark

New Pictures Posted - Attitude After Dark

New Pictures Posted - Sailing in Bariloche - Patagonia

New Pictures Posted - Sailing in Bariloche - Patagonia

Thursday, September 29, 2005

It's My Party And I'll Cry If I Want To!

Wednesday, September 28, 2005

Dallas 2005 Pride Parade

Tuesday, July 05, 2005

Goodbye P-Town

P-Town Fireworks

Last day in P-town. We catch the ferry at 3PM and arrive in Dallas at 10:50, if all goes well.

It’s sunny this morning and a bit warmer than last night. About 7 last evening the breeze picked up and it cooled down considerably. At about 9, we stood on the back porch of one of the rooms here at the B&B that faces the water and waited for the fireworks to begin. The wind was actually chilly. We sipped wine and drank Cape Cods, appropriate, huh? The fireworks were surprisingly good and had to have cost a fortune.

They shot the fireworks from a barge just off the pier. The harbor, where most of the sail boats are anchored, was between us and the barge. When the rockets exploded, the harbor lit up with whatever colors the firework produced. Most had several colors in succession, and the water, the boats and masts, and the pier itself glowed in the same sequence of colors, before fading again into darkness. Many of the rockets produced no real spray of color, but just a startling flash that lit the whole harbor followed a few anxious seconds later by a deafening retort, exploding across the water and echoing through the town behind us.

Our stay has been relaxing, refreshing, and fun. All in all a great break from Dallas.

Monday, July 04, 2005

Independence in Provincetown

I am feeling particularly patriotic today, not in that tugging at the heart strings nostalgic way like when I was a kid, but in that deep-rooted conviction sort of way like I used to feel for my religion. It is not confidence in an act or action or even a result, it’s not about prevailing or dominating. It is confidence in an ideal.

If I look at the action of my government over the past three years, I am disappointed and disheartened. In a time when we needed men of conviction and moral strength, we got selfish opportunists. At a time when we needed to reinforce our core beliefs, we jettisoned them in favor of reactionary responses.

But I still believe in the values that have made our country great, and will make it great again: equality, freedom; that we have an inalienable right to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness; that government is instituted among men primarily to promote those goals, and not to promote corporate greed or religious dogma; that our forefathers established a nation not a church.

The United States is nothing except its ideals and the people that hold them. It is a living, evolving entity that was not created in 1776 and set in stone thereafter. It is continually recreated with every generation, every congressional session, by every court decision and every presidential election. Given time, what has been done, can be undone and what is left undone until now can still be accomplished.

The US is potential and hope, nothing more but certainly nothing less. We can reach our potential and keep hope alive, or we can horde and conserve and let greed and selfish ambition ruin hope for all future generations.

Progressives have hope, and optimism in the future. Conservatives have fear and distrust the future. Conservatives think now is as good as it is likely to get so they horde all they can for themselves. Progressive think now is just the beginning of a bright shining future worth investing in for all our citizens.

A man without optimism and hope is nothing but an animated corpse. He is dead, he just doesn’t know it yet. Eventually, the grave will call, and he will go down. The trick is to keep him from pulling you in with him.

So I have hope today, hope that we can once again be the great nation we have been in the past, hope that we will, once more, return to our core beliefs and ideas. Our future is in expanding the hope of all our citizens for today and for the future. Our obligation is not let a shortsighted, self-centered powerful kill hope for our future.