I’ve been reading the newly released survey titled “The Economic Self-Sufficiency and Security of Women in San Diego County: Exploring Opportunities for Impact”, it is the first-ever, wide ranging study of the financial health of San Diego females.
Wanting to focus on each individual as well as the GLBT group, I began my talk by introducing myself. Moments into this introduction, however, I was interrupted by a question wanting to know what my PGP is. I had never heard of this before.
Why did I do it? Because I wanted things to be different and it had become a habit (albeit a bad one and one that I am ashamed of... but that’s why I'm working through it here). The whole thing got me to thinking, do old habits die hard?
“No, but I’ve always wondered, dude. How can these gay people, like, find other gay people to date and stuff, you know? Like, do they just come up to someone and ask whether they’re gay and want to date like that? That’s just so weird.”
After receiving a fairly clean a bill of health from my doctor, with no underlying health issues, the diagnosis was stress. Not necessarily all the bad kind of stress, but a variety of things, including forgetting about my own self-care.
Flag football may not sound like an intense sport, but people that say this have never witnessed one of the games, where men and even a few women give it their all in a sport that - more often than not - involves full contact. Dirt, sweat, and occasionally, blood and tears accompany many of the games.
If you’re completely crazy about another person then their positive traits can start to diminish your negative ones. In honor of the recent Valentine’s Day, I’d like to acknowledge several key ways in which the owner of your heart can make the crazy little world inside yourself a better place.
Sure he has a cool name - but beyond the moniker is a brilliant techno-geek who has basked in the wonder of all things technology since he was just a kid. “I took my mom’s television apart when I was four,” Suydam said, laughing. A curious child, he wanted to look inside and see what made the magical box tick. Mom, needless to say, was not amused.
I hadn’t planned to spend four hours on Saturday morning at the field learning how to pass, pull, and punt (and I’m not sure if I actually learned these things, but they are football terms that I heard thrown around), but I got talked into it. It was an incredibly well-organized event and a very positive experience that has changed my perception of our LGBT sports community.