Minerva's Mindless Memoirs

Since I can confidently say, I won't be leader of the free world, the inventor of time travel or have the highest grossing movie/music career ever; I created my little FORUM OF CRAP where I vent when I need to. What you find are various queries, tirades, ramblings, opinions and feelings. I may get deep, I might be shallow; but I’ll always be real. If I offend you, it’s unintended (unless I say it is), but I bet you’ll laugh. Enjoy and don't be afraid to comment!!! PLEASE COMMENT!!!

2.16.2005

SHY

Someone's being bashful- That's no way to be, not with me. Can't you see that I am just as embarassed as you? And I can understand your point of view: I've always been SHYYYYYYYYYY! I confess it I'm shyyyyyyyyyyy! Can't you guess that this confident air is a mask that I wear, cause I'm shyyyyyyyyyy? and you may be suuuuuuuure: way down deep I'm demuuuuuuuuuure. Though some people I know might deny it, At bottom I'm quiet and pure! I'm aware that it's wrong to be meek as I am; My chances may pass me by. I pretend to be strong, but as weak as I am, All I can do is try, God knows I tryyyyyyyyy! Though I'm frightened and shyyyyyyy And despite the impression I give, I confess that I'm living a lie, Because I'm actually terribly timid, And hoooooooooooorribly.............SHY! -Once Upon a Mattress by Jay Thompson, Marshall Barer and Dean Fuller Music by Mary Fuller Lyrics by Marshal Barer

What's the point? - Part Deux

alarm clock, albums, antennas, back cushion, bed frame, berber carpet, bills, blessing oil, boxers, boxes, buddha figurine, bullwhip, cassette tapes, cat hair, cd-rom’s, cell phone, coffee stirrers, crucifix, cufflinks, digital camera, drop cloth, electric plasma ball, frames, incense holder, iron, ironing board, leather jacket, local rags, lube, mattresses, mini-light bulb ornaments, mobile, mouse pads, mouse, music, oranges, paint, paper clips, patchouli oil, phone line filters, plastic bags, puzzle, ratchets, remote controls, shoe boxes, stapler, staples, starch, straws, surge protector, swimming trunks, tickets, trash, tuxedo buttons, vests, wifebeaters, window shades, wireless keyboard, wireless mouse, yearbooks, ziploc bags, zippers

Butch or Bitch?

A friend posed the thought, "Would I be a different person if I were straight?" I say a big fat YES! For as long as I can remember, I've always felt more comfortable being one of the girls and being intrigued by looking at the boys. When I pretended to be Luke Duke, it's because I wanted to hook up with Bo, not because I was being macho. I watched Wonder Woman because I wanted to be her. The Incredible Hulk had incredible pecs. Dynasty had hot guys and fabulous dresses. I always felt different. If I were straight, I would have been into sports. I would have made friends a little easier because I wouldn't have been made fun of for being "strange". My self esteem would have been better. I more than likely wouldn't have played piano, been in band, choir or drama (gay sports). All of the things that make me the FABULOUS person I am, would have never been a part of my life. Would I have still been the over-achiever in high school? Would I have been strong academically? Probably, but my focus would have been elsewhere. Even though all of the influences would have been similar, the end result would have changed, because of my reaction to people, places and things would have been different. I wouldn't have had to hide my sexuality and lie to myself and everyone else for so long. I wouldn't have had to tiptoe through life wondering who was gonna find out who I was crushing on. Or wouldn't have been afraid when I got busted for staring at the boys. I could have talked about the girls with everyone else and compared stories. I could have been Mr Touchdown instead of Mr Don't-Let-Them-Know-I'm-A-Fag. But you know what? I am gay and it took a long time to admit that. It took me along time to accept it and sometimes I'm still not sure I have completely. But I can say this: I am more comfortable in my own skin everyday. If people don't want to accept me this way...FUCK 'EM.

2.02.2005

What's the point?

air freshener, armoire, ashtrays, baby powder, backpacks, back-scratcher, bath mat, bath soap, batteries, bed, bedspreads, bible, books, bookshelves, boots, calendar, camera, candle holders, candles, car, cat collar, cat food, cat house, cat treats, catnip, cd case, cd labels, cd player, cd rack, cd-r's, cd's, check card, chest of drawers, cigarettes, clippers, coats, coffee tables, coin change, cologne, computer chair, computer, conditioner, condoms, cooking utensils, detergent, drier, driver's license, dsl router, duffel bags, dvd player, dvd's, end tables, face crap, fan, flashlights, floppy disks, food bowl, food, games, gas, glasses, glue, gym membership, hair brush, hair crap, hammer, hand soap, hangers, headset, heaters, hole punch, ice trays, incense, insurance, jackets, koozies, lamps, laundry basket, leather bag, light bulbs, lighters, loafers, lotion, magazines, magnets, marbles, markers, massage oil, meetings, music, nail clippers, nails, nasal spray, necklaces, nightstand, notebooks, pans, pants, paper towels, paper, pencils, pens, phone, pillows, plastic yard glass, plates, pliers, postcards,posters, pots, power strip, printer, q-tips, razors, recliner, rent, retired bong, rings, rugs, sandals, scarves, scissors, screw drivers, screws, shampoo, shave gel, sheets, shirts, shoes, shorts, shower curtains, silverware, socks, sofa-sleeper, speakers, stereo, sunblock, sweaters, tea lights, tennis shoes, thumbtacks, ties, toilet cover, toilet paper, toothbrush, toothpaste, towels, trash cans, tupperware, tv, tweezers, vases, vcr, video tapes, wallet, washer, watches, wireless router, wrenches, xmas lights, yo-yo