Austin's Lesbo BBQ

Again, another attention getting title...it's nobody's fault...and I'm probably not done...well, for now anyway...I hate making such bold, definite statements and then turning around and doing something contradictory....so, I'm not saying I won't EVER come back here, just not for a while.

The next post you will probably see up here will be a link for my new blog that I'm, um, "building" for my temporary move to the east coast...I'll be leaving in less than a week and maybe something interesting will happen and I'll post post-haste...or not. Maybe my plane will be hijacked and blown up into a fiery ball of twisted metal and honey-roasted peanuts...that made me shutter...I hate flying.

Maybe I won't ever post because I still can't think of a name for this new blog. I really don't feel that it is appropriate for me to keep posting on Austin's Lesbo BBQ for several reasons:

1. The most obvious...I won't be in Austin! Wow. What a concept.

2. BBQ - fits Texas, but not so much Massachusetts. When I think of Massachusetts, I'm more inclined to think of shellfish, Puritans, and Kennedys....not brisket and pork sausage.

3. Lesbo - such a great word. I feel like I need to keep it in my title although I've recently been wishing that the term did not apply to me. Also, I have to go back to closeting myself this summer as I'll be staying with family for three months. This is the most amount of time I've spent with ANY of my family since I was probably 19 years old...and, no, I haven't gotten up the proverbial "balls" to casually mention to my entire conservative, Roman Catholic family that I happen to be gay. SO...with that said, back to the proverbial "closet" with me for a few months. It shouldn't be too hard...

That's it. I've got the title for the new blog: Cape Cod's Puritan Lesbo Shellfish Experience.

Is that too much?

I'm also hoping to steer the tone of my blog in a different direction...I'm going to try,again, to bite my fucking tounge on some more personal issues...so that maybe, JUST MAYBE...I can refrain from showing people I care about that I'm just as much an asshole as the next person.

I want to be nice...puppies....kittens....flowers...sign my yearbook...here's a hug....NICE. Right...who am I kidding? After several drinks one night, it'll all be down the drain.

SO, if you're ever interested in hurting my feelings in return for any emotional distress I've EVER caused you in real life or in the cyber-life, feel free to shoot me an email and I'll link to YOUR blog on my new blog's space.

Watch out now! I can bitch-swipe with words like the paw of a de-clawed cat fruitlessly wallops a housefly ....meow.

That's about it.

Oh yeah...I had some thoughts about TomKat that I wanted to share, but I think I got that out earlier today on Tiny Robot's blog...

And...I'd like to end it right: God? Life is a mystery....everyone must stand alone. I hear you call my name...and it feels like....home.