Life is pain, Princess. Anyone who tells you otherwise is selling something.

Introduction to me and mine:

Cast of Characters:

Me: Male, homeless and adrift, gay, freelance writer, internet marketer, overweight-but-losing, stage manager, retail manager, sometimes-playwright.

The BF: My SO. Well, not so much anymore. We're in the process of ending that relationship. As far as I'm concerned, it's over, pending certain changes he probably won't make for me (that I have to have). But he keeps emailing me, and I keep responding, so we'll see what comes of that. I'm not holding my breath, though.

Kevin: My child. He is 25, has Asperger's Syndrome, bipolar disorder, among other things. He plays video and computer games all day. He does not work. This is sometimes a very big issue between us. Update September 2010: He is in jail for being stupid trying to sell pot. It's up in the air how long he'll be there, but it could be 2 years up to seven (with the overcrowded prison system in California, I doubt it'll be all that long). UPDATE: He may be getting out in May 2011.

No longer an active part of daily life, but here for your reference:

Sharon: The lady I used to live with. In an RV. In a campground. I hated it, but it was better than nothing. She is married; her husband works about 50 miles away and lives near his work. She is the pastor of the church for which I am no longer the business manager.

Dorothy: My mother-in-law. Have not spoken to her since I moved out at the end of September, 2007. Last I heard, she has moved to Arkansas.

Ed: (1944-2006) Dorothy's husband, Cindy's stepfather. Computer and video game enthusiast.

Cindy: (1963-1998) My late wife, my first true love. I miss her. I don't tend to talk much about her; but she comes up on certain occasions. We were married for 16 years.

Rancho Raviri: The place where I spent many, many waking hours. It wasstill is an almond and gourmet candy store. (Yes, my Cast of Characters includes non-humans. Shoot me.)

Dave & Marianne: The trustees for Rancho Raviri and my bosses for a year. See Chris Hingley, below. Relatively minor characters in the grand scheme of things.

Chris Hingley: (1952-2006) My boss and friend. She was the owner of Rancho Raviri until she suddenly passed away in December of 2006. After that, her trust owned the business and I ran it.

More miscellany:

I'm moving away from writing plays and slowly moving toward writing screenplays. Back to writing plays. And a novel. Literary. (Pray for me.)

I'm lending money at www.Prosper.com (as soon as I pay off some bills). I'm broke.

I'm trying to grow more comfortable in the skin I'm in. It's a very long, slow, arduous process, though; not sure if I'll ever *really* be comfortable with my size. In addition, I'm trying very much to be healthier and move into better health.



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Manhattan: "...that overpacked island, bordered between silver slivers of polluted rivers, a frail vein just waiting to burst like a cerebral hemorrhage, havoc in miniature." -- from Manhattan Loverboy, Arthur Nersesian

"...New york was an awful place for sleep. ...But sleep was the seat of man's power. His prophesies, his fantasies, his visitations to death, his real confrontations, his magical strength -- all arose from sleep." -- from Manhattan Loverboy, Arthur Nersesian

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