My one year.

I love hiking. I went by myself yesterday and did Lower Palisades, it was delightful.

The appeal of hiking for me is that no matter how many times you have done a particular hike, it always seems like a new one, and at the same time, one you've done a million times. I love that a hike always seem longer, and shorter than when you've done it before. I love that when you're walking, you forget that you are, and suddenly you are somewhere else, overlooking a beautiful panorama, or a trail sneaking through a thick patch of willows. And you try to retrace the steps that got you there in your mind, but you've already forgotten them.

There are bad parts of hiking, too. The sweat on your back where your pack rides. The chafing between your legs by the end. The sunburn on your nose the next day that makes you regret not bringing sunscreen. And by the end of the hike, tiny rocks press through the soles of your shoes and feel like glass shards threatening to pop your blisters. And even when you walk on smooth ground, the bones in your feet feel like rusty cables rubbing against each other.

It always seems that you can't take another step. Then when you get to the end you think, "I could have done another mile."

Yesterday, when I was hiking, there was a lot of time for thinking and retrospect-ing. And I thought a lot about the last year.

It's been a year since I met Nathan; a year since my life changed forever. It's been unbelievable. I wish I wouldn't have been afraid to keep a journal about what it felt like to hold a boy's hand for the first time. How giddy and undeserving I felt. How nauseous thoughts of leading the Church made me feel. Yet how liberated I became. And how hesitant I was, at times, to embrace that liberation.

And later, how painful it was to come out to my parents. How painful it is, still, to know that they're disappointed. How wonderful all of you were on the day I came out to the world.

How there have been 365 days in the last year that I woke up without a conflicted cloud over my thoughts.

So now I'm writing down how it feels. So I won't forget any more. How it feels to know that despite what anyone says, it is my life, and I'm the chief navigator.

God (if he's out there) made me just the way I am. And he made me capable of making decisions about whether or not he exists. I am capable of finding a spiritual path that makes sense and feels right for me.

I thought (before all of this happened) that it would all feel like a massive self-betrayal. That I would lose my moral compass and I would drift slowly into sadness. But it's been just the opposite. I've felt curious about the world, about issues that matter in the world, about being kind to those around me. I've felt compelled to be honest, even when it's hard (still working on this one). Most of all, I am steady and I am happy.

And though I've already forgotten a lot of the steps that have gotten me to where I am, the view from here is pretty damn good.

Top 6 poorly punctuated things I'm loving right now in the 5 minutes before I go to bed.

1. Hedwig.
2. The weather (summer? are you really there or are you teasing me?).
3. My plans for the future (the future, the future, the future is ours... right now! 10 points if you catch that allusion)
4. My $5 hoodie from Target clearance.
5. Club sandwiches.
6. My friends who come to the rescue on broken heart days.

San Fran, here I come...

So for those of you who don't know, I'm going to San Fran with my friend Kayte at the end of the month... I can't wait.

Well, I was using Google Street View and saw the following thing and just had to share. What a find! Click on the pic to make it larger if you need to.

How I know I'm a homo.

You know what? I don't even know if girls check me out. I've noticed once or twice in my lifetime.

And I've noticed guys checking me out about the same number of times (excepting, of course, gay bars, NYC, San Francisco, and the Gateway, which are smorgasbords).

And it's funny how much different it is. Sure it's nice to feel attractive (as a gay man) to members of the opposite sex. But today when I saw a cute gay boy at Great Harvest, made eyes and had eyes made in return... let's just say I'm in dreamland (I'll refrain from describing here his cerulean eyes, his cute hat and perfect arms... oh those arms!).

And that's how I know.

Potpourri!

I've had a ton of things I wanted to post on my blog lately. So here they are. First, a song. Beware of the F-bomb in this one. And look for the cuteness at 1:56. News to Jay Brannan... I want to be YOUR housewife.

Next, a picture. This is from Saturday night when I attended the Kinsey Sicks (A drag show in Idaho Falls! And at the Colonial Theatre! And sponsored by the Arts Council!). The premise of the show was a bunch of women (played by men, duh) who were hosts of a morning show similar to the view called, "Wake the Hell Up America." It was hilarious. And embarassingly, I was guest #3. River City Weekly sponsored the event, so I got to go to the after party. Here's my boss Melody and I with the girls! It was so fun. And so great to have an event like this in Idaho Falls. And so well-supported!
And third, some stories. I went to Utah to visit a friend this past weekend. I stayed with him in Logan and we drove to Salt Lake and went to the art walk and dancing at a gay club. It was so fun. It was busy, and I even saw a person I know.

And on Sunday, I went to my first PFLAG (Parents and Friends of Lesbians and Gays) meeting (Idaho Falls chapter). It was a delight. Lots of good people there, and something I wasn't expecting... gay couples with children. It was fantastic to see gay people living so normally, so happily, with their children. Not a large chapter, I'm guessing, but they were so supportive. We even played gay bingo (that means instead of saying Bingo! you say Fabulous! - that's the only difference); I won three times.

And also, Rachel and I are going to the U2 concert in Las Vegas on October 23! Dream of my life.

And another also... did you notice I'm on Twitter?

OK, enough rambling, and especially, enough gay rambling. Mmmm... bye.

Top 6 things that make me weepy.

Me and my friends have a few words that seem to describe feelings we often have. The most often used one is weepy (not that this is THAT unique of a word... but it seems to describe how I feel A LOT). Weepy (adj.) - Swelling of emotion within one's chest. Approaching, but not achieving tears. Often accompanied by a lurch to control sudden onset. Not an unpleasant emotion.

So, without further ado, here's the top 6 things that make me weepy. Some serious, some ridiculous. And in no particular order...

6. Planet Earth. Have you seen it? There's this part where they are filming flying down a river, and suddenly the river drops from below them to create the most breathtaking waterfall (the tallest in the world, I think). It makes me dizzy. And weepy.

5. Infant cuddling. Soren before bedtime. Gareth drooling on my shirt. I'd be more eager to have children of my own some day if it involved more cuddling.

4. AIDS. Every time I read an account of someone dying from AIDS, a movie about AIDS, or anything else regarding suffering because of the disease...

3. The Newsies soundtrack. "Pulitzer and Hearst, they think we're nothin'. Are we nothin'? No!"

2. People stuck in the closet.

1. This American Life. Ira Glass and that pregnant pause. Oh the stories! Love.

I'm coming out, I'm a gastrosexual...

I was listening to a food show on NPR today, and they were talking about a new breed of man, a gastrosexual. This means you prepare food to seduce lovers (the host said that it was sexist to say that only men could be gastrosexuals). Well, I can't say I've ever used food in that way, exactly, but I do love sharing a good meal. Miss Catherine was in town this weekend; what a delightful weekend we've had! (Mostly, this post is to show off the fancy presentation I did on the steak quesadilla we shared!)