Who Knows? (The Witty Labels Pressure Me)

There is a reason one should be in BED ASLEEP at 8:13 am (the time I started writing this musing) and not awake.

It was both a great and odd night.

Certain topics are NOT for public consumption, but for close friends. Ha.

Sometimes vodka brings out the truth within you that you never knew existed.

Hmmmm....

I love Quin.
I love the Clarks.
I love Jer Bear.
I love Jojo.
I love creativity.

I don't love the ludicrous sound reverberating from some type of MASSACRE SAW, making my joints implode instantaneously... somewhere in my neighborhood several cats are being castrated... at least that is what it sounds like. And on a Saturday... For shame, for shame.

At 8 am, even the morning birds are saying,

"Dude, what the eff?"

For some reason birds have a contemporary spin/ghetto vibe to them.

I blame modern technology. :-)

The following two random phrases I have used recently make me literally "laugh out loud" as opposed to the "lol" that others use as a contemporary filler. If you do not giggle, you possess poor taste in wit and also in footwear. I don't know why on the second, but you do, trust me. I shan't lie.

"It smells like death on a bun in here."

"At night, I like to google myself until I YAHOO!"

And with that, I shall let you move onto other sources of entertainment. Might I suggest a quiet art film with popcorn?

Ha,
Dustin

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Loving the Squiggly

I was typing the other day and instead of hitting the ! key I hit the ~ key. Two odd altercations happened between two friends and me via facebook so I have deactivated my account for a bit. It was hurtful and unexpected. So when I hit the ~ key it made me smile and forget all that nonsense. ~ ~~~~~~~~ ~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~ ~~~~ ~~~~~~~~ ~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dustin

And With This, Farewell

This blog has been a dear friend to me. I am not good at farewells, but truly this is anything but. I look at it like this - I love the phoenix, the symbolism of it all, the power of rebirth. Hence why I named my blog/musing screen after one. :-) So, I am leaving this particular blog to start another one, one that fits me NOW, the one that I can share in a new way. So this feels right. Thanks to those who have read my musings throughout the years. I hope you follow me to my new musing home entitled THE TWELVE THAT IS DUSTIN BAYLAN. Yes, I am changing the name, the story of that is on the new blog for you to read. Here is the link: http://dustinbaylan.wordpress.com/ Much love, much hope and joy again, much potential... Winks and smiles of the Cat that is Cheshire, Dustin Baylan

Call to Action

This past Saturday I, with thousands of others across the country, attended a protest/rally of Proposition 8 and Act I (the adoption ban in Arkansas). My dear allies in this battle were Jay, Karen, their joyous son Quin, our mutual friend Greg, Amanda, Carter, Sarah Jane, Liz, and the brave Arkansans that showed up for the rally on the steps of our Capitol. It was bitterly cold and grey, but within I was ignited with passion and newfound purpose. As I listened to the stories of my fellow brothers and sisters, gay, straight, bisexual, transgendered, I was struck by the power of the many speaking as one. Then I began to visit my own story and was struck at how far I have come... to think back fourteen years ago when I had my brother tell my parents that I happened to be gay because I was so frightened as to what they would think, say, how they could ever love me, this abomination.... To now, a man standing with his friends and proclaiming "This is our right, What you have done is ...

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