It's time for a little update.
Employment is still not including me and this leaves me waiting for September. Lately I seem to be forgetting a lot of shit, some important shit too. I need rhythm in life... So anyway, scouting, the red cross, SIGMA, and life at large has been going on regardless.
I'm working on the textbook for the big theory exam coming thursday, I already did a test exam, a kind of preview; which was really easy. So I'm confident about passing this test, I'm just afraid I turn out too critical or cautious during the test - something which happens a lot - and start to undermine the questionnaire itself. That has to do with insecurity on my part, I think. I'm either too bad or too thorough, or a mix, about theoretic questions. But seen the general intellect of the fellow students for SIGMA, and the material so far - the theory I need to learn - is nothing to worry about. The only downside is that it is very dry stuff, nothing exciting, certainly nothing medical about it. But of course, this is still critical stuff so I have to study. I think our group is growing nice and tight, there are about three guys moving toward the leader position, so to speak. In every social setting, there is this hierarchy, so far we've been able to keep the domination race away and maintain social control under three guys. I prefer keeping social power decentralized.
On another matter, there is this incredibly cute guy among them. I think he's a crossing between red and blond (perfect), he has the most amazing smile and an excellent personality. He is shorter than I am and a fellow scout. He's a cubscout leader, in the SIGMA, about to study nursing, drinks his coffee black and strong (like me) and he's a blood donor. Our similarities are stunning. But, he smokes and donates blood. Now I don't really mind smokers, but it is unhealthy - and by being a smoker I don't mean an occasional cigar, I mean cigarettes on a daily basis. And the blood donor thing, I recently caught myself making an excellent parallel: I compared donating blood as a gay man with Don't Ask Don't Tell. Gosh, these little sparks of brilliance... Anyway, the fact that he's a blood donor can mean three things: he's straight (or bi), exactly like me and a DADT donor, or a virgin (gay men are not excluded from donation, men who have sex with other men are). But anyway, I really like him, I'm so looking forward to this year's Whitsun Camp, where we're bound to meet up.
Talking of which, we're getting in full swing for the preparations. One of the meetings of those preparations and a meeting about our scouting website, are two of the things I failed to remember going to. But another meeting has been simplified enormously last saturday. The meeting is about our scouts group and what it will look like next year (after the summer break). There are many subjects to discuss, but one of them has vanished: who will be the new scoutmaster? Right now there's a woman at the head of our leader's team, but she'll quite next season. The immediate person to jump in as replacement did not please me and my fellow male scoutsleader, our solution is me. Fortunately that (female) instant replacement has told us last saturday that she will resign as a scoutsleader next season. While avoiding an unpleasant talk during the planned meeting, we are now short one scoutsleader next seasons. We already found replacement for the current scoutmaster, but this new break is leaving us one scoutsleader short. Volunteers are short everywhere, so I hope we'll find someone before next season.
My 12th donation of half a litre of blood is a fact since last thursday evening. And I'm not sleeping around so I don't see any problem. Apart from the lack of men in my life. And of course the stupid regulations. But those are really just a matter of time and condoms, or rather the use of condoms.
Recently family has brought some more of 'those' problems to my door. I've recently been cut off from mobile phone traffic (I'm having a fight with my abusive capitalist provider) and, coincidentally, from mail traffic (changing from one provider to a better provider). In response to my lack of response, my mom went ballistic. I've spent a weekend with my older friends (the preacher and his husband, who never married) helping them out with an internal move, their master bedroom moved downstairs, after another grand evening with their company. During this ordeal I was not at home and so not capable of responding to email. I decided to stay an extra day to help them out with that move, I was also eager to see a very distinct figure come 'round, a kind of heterosexual queen, who is into the outdoors and whom I have a great connection with. Apart from him, there was this relation of theirs working around the house, an incredibly attractive man, who must be around 40, 45 years old. He helped with the move and some other stuff too. Anyway, it boils down to my mom not being able to get in touch with me for about five days and therefore going into a state of alert similar to the US after Al Qa'ida farts in their direction. She called the COC, the Red Cross and the two men I had been with that weekend. I only realized what had been going on when my dad arrived on tuesday, to see if I was still alive. My dad has his moments of brightness where he is just as dry and direct as I am, so I was surprised to see him turn up like that just because of the antics of my mother. Shortly after his visit my new modem arrived and I hooked my PC back up to the internet. I read through quite the collection of worried e-mails from my mother and some e-mail from the affiliations she had been calling to see if they knew whether I was still here. The issue has been resolved, I've had a healthy chat with her last weekend and have spent last saturday's morning with the two guys again, fixing the last few things after the move of the master bedroom - with whom I always have wonderful talks.
That's all for today. I'll just include a boy because it has been a while. Tomorrow I have to get up early for a class I have to teach about homosexuality. Jokingly I've started calling our branch of the COC organization the 'recruitment team'. Not all teachers at schools we visit seem to get the joke, or find it offensive. Fortunately I don't care about hurting their feelings: they are wrong and adult, so they shouldn't be closed minded about such things - it's not like I am shaking their established foundation of belief, like a deity... Anyway, goodnight to you all.
I can not thank you enough for the attention, but especially the care, you give me. I show my appreciation far too little...
Employment is still not including me and this leaves me waiting for September. Lately I seem to be forgetting a lot of shit, some important shit too. I need rhythm in life... So anyway, scouting, the red cross, SIGMA, and life at large has been going on regardless.
I'm working on the textbook for the big theory exam coming thursday, I already did a test exam, a kind of preview; which was really easy. So I'm confident about passing this test, I'm just afraid I turn out too critical or cautious during the test - something which happens a lot - and start to undermine the questionnaire itself. That has to do with insecurity on my part, I think. I'm either too bad or too thorough, or a mix, about theoretic questions. But seen the general intellect of the fellow students for SIGMA, and the material so far - the theory I need to learn - is nothing to worry about. The only downside is that it is very dry stuff, nothing exciting, certainly nothing medical about it. But of course, this is still critical stuff so I have to study. I think our group is growing nice and tight, there are about three guys moving toward the leader position, so to speak. In every social setting, there is this hierarchy, so far we've been able to keep the domination race away and maintain social control under three guys. I prefer keeping social power decentralized.
On another matter, there is this incredibly cute guy among them. I think he's a crossing between red and blond (perfect), he has the most amazing smile and an excellent personality. He is shorter than I am and a fellow scout. He's a cubscout leader, in the SIGMA, about to study nursing, drinks his coffee black and strong (like me) and he's a blood donor. Our similarities are stunning. But, he smokes and donates blood. Now I don't really mind smokers, but it is unhealthy - and by being a smoker I don't mean an occasional cigar, I mean cigarettes on a daily basis. And the blood donor thing, I recently caught myself making an excellent parallel: I compared donating blood as a gay man with Don't Ask Don't Tell. Gosh, these little sparks of brilliance... Anyway, the fact that he's a blood donor can mean three things: he's straight (or bi), exactly like me and a DADT donor, or a virgin (gay men are not excluded from donation, men who have sex with other men are). But anyway, I really like him, I'm so looking forward to this year's Whitsun Camp, where we're bound to meet up.
Talking of which, we're getting in full swing for the preparations. One of the meetings of those preparations and a meeting about our scouting website, are two of the things I failed to remember going to. But another meeting has been simplified enormously last saturday. The meeting is about our scouts group and what it will look like next year (after the summer break). There are many subjects to discuss, but one of them has vanished: who will be the new scoutmaster? Right now there's a woman at the head of our leader's team, but she'll quite next season. The immediate person to jump in as replacement did not please me and my fellow male scoutsleader, our solution is me. Fortunately that (female) instant replacement has told us last saturday that she will resign as a scoutsleader next season. While avoiding an unpleasant talk during the planned meeting, we are now short one scoutsleader next seasons. We already found replacement for the current scoutmaster, but this new break is leaving us one scoutsleader short. Volunteers are short everywhere, so I hope we'll find someone before next season.
My 12th donation of half a litre of blood is a fact since last thursday evening. And I'm not sleeping around so I don't see any problem. Apart from the lack of men in my life. And of course the stupid regulations. But those are really just a matter of time and condoms, or rather the use of condoms.
Recently family has brought some more of 'those' problems to my door. I've recently been cut off from mobile phone traffic (I'm having a fight with my abusive capitalist provider) and, coincidentally, from mail traffic (changing from one provider to a better provider). In response to my lack of response, my mom went ballistic. I've spent a weekend with my older friends (the preacher and his husband, who never married) helping them out with an internal move, their master bedroom moved downstairs, after another grand evening with their company. During this ordeal I was not at home and so not capable of responding to email. I decided to stay an extra day to help them out with that move, I was also eager to see a very distinct figure come 'round, a kind of heterosexual queen, who is into the outdoors and whom I have a great connection with. Apart from him, there was this relation of theirs working around the house, an incredibly attractive man, who must be around 40, 45 years old. He helped with the move and some other stuff too. Anyway, it boils down to my mom not being able to get in touch with me for about five days and therefore going into a state of alert similar to the US after Al Qa'ida farts in their direction. She called the COC, the Red Cross and the two men I had been with that weekend. I only realized what had been going on when my dad arrived on tuesday, to see if I was still alive. My dad has his moments of brightness where he is just as dry and direct as I am, so I was surprised to see him turn up like that just because of the antics of my mother. Shortly after his visit my new modem arrived and I hooked my PC back up to the internet. I read through quite the collection of worried e-mails from my mother and some e-mail from the affiliations she had been calling to see if they knew whether I was still here. The issue has been resolved, I've had a healthy chat with her last weekend and have spent last saturday's morning with the two guys again, fixing the last few things after the move of the master bedroom - with whom I always have wonderful talks.
That's all for today. I'll just include a boy because it has been a while. Tomorrow I have to get up early for a class I have to teach about homosexuality. Jokingly I've started calling our branch of the COC organization the 'recruitment team'. Not all teachers at schools we visit seem to get the joke, or find it offensive. Fortunately I don't care about hurting their feelings: they are wrong and adult, so they shouldn't be closed minded about such things - it's not like I am shaking their established foundation of belief, like a deity... Anyway, goodnight to you all.
I can not thank you enough for the attention, but especially the care, you give me. I show my appreciation far too little...
1 comments:
Thanks for the update, Diederick.
I don't have anything happy to report. I'm in mourning because my "daughter", a 12-year-old Pit Bull mix, died yesterday :(
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