"Say Good-bye, My Baby..."

[psalm_onethirtyone]

So to-night I completed my Safe Zones training, which means I am certified to make my room a place where anybody who is gay, lesbian, bi, bi-curious, queer, questioning, pan, asex, intersex, or any particular part of the alphabet soup you want, is safe to come. I get a pink triangle to put on my door, a reference to the Holocaust when gay men had to wear a pink triangle on their clothes.

I am extremely proud of this fact. I don't think everyone will know what it means, and I don't think that many people will probably take advantage of the fact, but I'm just glad that I did it and can have that symbol of a place of refuge.

I haven't really been--communicative lately, on my LJ, which I am aware of. Sort of a combination of mental health issues, school, and social expectations has been extremely overwhelming. Anyway, I thought I should post that I've been re-diagnosed with bipolar disorder and anxiety disorder, and am currently being medicated for both (and I hate the anti-anxiety med, wah wah wah, it makes my eyes blur and gives me haaaangovers wah).

I am currently writing a paper about why Attila the Hun was the most awesome person ever for my religion class (as well as reading Journey to the West! :D :D :D); we presented our election projection lab project on Monday and got an A, despite the fact that I lost my temper halfway through and yelled at our lab leader in front of the whole class and the teacher. >_> I think this is mostly because Obama won and the teacher was feeling very soothed and happy about it.

I have a bunch of friends and a crush (don't tell!). My current assertion project is letting women know when I think they're beautiful, in the most non-creepy way possible. I am secretary of All Ways of Loving, our queer and allies club on campus. My third bio exam is on Wednesday and I am ready, finally, to ROCK THAT DAMN THING. I have a ninety overall grade in pre-calc and I think I can push it up with the next exam and the calculus assignments I finished. I need to write a paper about why Barack Obama won the election and I'm not looking forward to it. I finished my IA course with an A; I have an A in religion. I think I have an A in CWS. I have an appointment to meet with a tutor for bio on Monday next. Friday night I get to go to a Hungarian dinner.

I drink way too much diet Dr. Pepper, but OMG you guys I have started under certain circumstances to drink things with a caloric content (not something I willingly have done for about four years). I am on the living kidney donor list (as a last resort only :P).

And I think I am finally starting to accept that fact that people love me, issues and all.

Comments

[tomecatti.livejournal.com]

I enjoy telling women that I like their aesthetic. The look of accepting befuddlement in their eyes delights me, but not as much as the look of "that's the coolest compliment I've ever heard" that occasionally appears instead.

That's too bad about the bipolar and anxiety disorders. But you're still exactly as awesome as you've ever been, and dealing with them proves your strength.

And I think I am finally starting to accept that fact that people love me, issues and all. It's about time! :p

I want safe zones training...!

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

...Dude. That's awesome. I should try that out. (I've been going with, "You're so hot. I'm not hitting on you! I've just been--I've just noticed, you know, since I've been here, and, um, uh. You're. Really hot." which is maybe not the suavest ever. XD)

It is, but it's also... comforting? reassuring? to know that I have a name and I can start looking stuff up to know more about myself and what things mean.

XD Oh hush. You're almost as bad sometimes.

It's awesome!

[tomecatti.livejournal.com]

It is terribly adorable though XD And perhaps one of the more suave will go "You're not hitting on me? that's too bad..."

I'll bet!

Yes, well. Then I go through the periods where when I'm walking out of my room and I catch a glance of myself in the mirror and go "... dude. I'd totally make out with me if it weren't for that beard."

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Man, that would be awesome. >_> All the girls here are straight and all the guys who aren't total jerks are gay. It's tough being pan.

<3

XD Oh God I just snorted water out my nose (speaking of suave).

[tomecatti.livejournal.com]

I managed to develop a crush on a bi girl this time. It is a first for my non-internet romances, really, falling for a girl who is not a lesbian.

Being suave means never having to hear "there're boogers in that nose water." YES I AM SUDDENLY 5 WHAT OF IT?

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Hey, nice going. XD That must be kind of a relief.

XD oh god you are my favourite person right now.