Tuesday, March 29, 2011


Funny thing happened Thursday. So the love of my life,  Angela (who I would totally hook up with if I was straight), and I went on an adventure. We went somewhere neither of us had ever gone before. I was so nervous! After backing out 20 times and contemplating to go or not all afternoon, I decided “what the hell” let’s do it!

Yes boys and girls, I went to my first gay club!!!

It was also coincidentally our friend’s birthday that night, so it was a double celebration. I really felt gay though because I went with four girls. Haha Two of the four knew I was gay. We told them I was only going to be their ‘bodyguard’ if lesbians tried to hit on them. Before the other two girls came to pick us up at Angela’s apartment, we had to loosen up, duhhh.

Angela’s roommate killed a third of a bottle of Skinny Girl while Angela and I did damage on watermelon Smirnoff. That stuff is so delicious and hits you like a ton of bricks after 20 minutes. I called it quits after 5 shots and by that time the other girls were downstairs.

As we’re waiting in line to get IDed, one of the bartenders inside dropped his pants, pressed his cheeks against the window and mooned us. What a warm welcoming. Lol

Once we made our way inside of the club, it was pretty cool looking. There were fake trees 'growing' from the ground and into the ceiling, giving the illusion we we’re outside. We went through this tunnel, past the restrooms, that led outside to the back porch area . Angela and I awkwardly glanced over and saw a really weird kid who’s in our Speech class so we turned around, went back inside and hit the dance floor. Ok so you’re probably thinking…

1) Did he dance with any guys?

2) Did he get any numbers?

3) Did he get offered any drinks?

4) Did he hook up with any guys?

5) Did he leave with some random guy?

Nope to all 5. Haha I am not ready to start hooking up with guys. I went to scope things out and see what a gay club was like. Plus, I wasn’t attracted to the majority of the guys, but there we’re a few cute ones I was eyeing. One of them actually followed me into the bathroom and said something to me, but I was too drunk to converse with a cute guy and pretended that I didn't hear him over the hand blower.

Once I got out of the bathroom, I lost the other girls, so I went back outside thinking they were out there. Immediately some guy came up to me but I got really shy and walked away. Haha In the middle of texting Angela an SOS, another guy came up to me asking me what my name was. Looking back I really do feel awful for saying this, but I responded with “I don’t know” and walked back inside. Poor guy. haha

Luckily I spotted Angela and her roommate at the bar, not that they needed more alcohol. We were LOOSE and we danced for like two straight (no pun intended) hours before heading back to campus! It was so fun!!

So there you have it, my first experience at a gay club!

Sunday, March 27, 2011


Coming home to SoFlo definitely has its perks, especially for Spring Break! The weather is a consistent 78 and sunny, just the way I like it!

Atlantic Ave with Angel

The second night, I went to a party for my neighbor’s 60th birthday. I was feeling good after a couple rum and cokes. I got to catch up with people I hadn’t seen in years and everyone was so surprised by how much I had grown up. Ha There was also a DJ set up on the back porch and everyone was pretty drunk as the night progressed.


The next day I hung out with one of my sister’s really close childhood friends. Her and her boyfriend recently bought a house next to the beach in Delray, so I drove up and helped her paint the front porch all afternoon. I also came out to her! I have known her since I was born so she’s practically a big sister to me. She wasn’t shocked with the news and she told me she always knew I was gay. She was so supportive of it and everything was the same after that. We just kept on laughing about past times and it felt so good to get that off my chest.

One afternoon I went to a park with Patty and Julia to smoke hookah and play with pastels.

Another night Michelle and I got blazed in a retirement neighborhood and than drove down to Ft. Lauderdale and saw Rebelution!

I spent a lot of time hanging out with Patty. I have known this betch since 4th grade, after her family moved into the neighborhood. We had the same 4th grade class, rode our bikes to school together and we would play in the neighborhood together all the time. In 5th grade, out of all the safety patrols in our grade, the two of us got the same patrol station. Haha it was legit. After 4th grade, we never had another class together until drivers ed in 10th grade, but we always had each other’s backs.

Anyways, back to my spring break story. She would get off work at midnight almost every night and we would meet up at my house and hot box my car. I have never laughed so much in my life. We we’re reminiscing stories from our 12 year friendship and some of the shit was so funny. #TeamAries

Then there was St. Patrick’s Day! Ohh my God, what a night. Patty and I went to Mizner, programed in my car with a bottle of wine and saw so many familiar faces throughout the night.

I sold my first drawing the last day of my spring break as well!!! Ahh I was so excited!

So that was my Spring Break 2011 in a nutshell. It was so much fun and I enjoyed every second of it!

As a going back to school gift, Patty drew me a piece of art! I'm in love!! And look how tan I got! Ha

Thursday, March 24, 2011


“Right now, there are people all over the world who are just like you. They’re lonely. They’re missing somebody. They’re in love with someone they probably shouldn’t be in love with. They have secrets you wouldn’t believe. They wish and they dream and they hope, and they look out the window whenever they’re in the car or on a bus or a train and they watch the people on the streets and wonder what they’ve been through. They wonder if there are people out there like them. They’re like you, and you could tell them everything and they would understand. And right now, they’re sitting here reading these words, and I’m writing this for you so you don’t feel alone anymore.” -Unknown

Monday, March 7, 2011


I love Mary Jane.

Colors become enhanced, doing artwork is so much better, anything and everything becomes funny and your mind starts to think on a different wavelength. It all started Winter break of 10th grade in high school. All my neighborhood friends started smoking around that exact same time. I was pretty much the last one to finally give in and smoke. 

The first time I attempted to get high was with my buddies Patty, Tess, Christian, Sean and Ricky. We all lived in the same neighborhood, except Tess, who lived a few minutes down the road.  We have a canal behind our houses, where everything is really dark and vacant at night, so it immediately became the spot we anonymously decided to go. We felt safe being in the neighborhood and it was extremely hidden. We had people's fences, backyards foliage and houses blocking us from the street. Beyond the canal behind us was a HUGE 50 foot hedge that hid a golf course in a gated community, so it was perfect.

We all walked back together and everyone was dying for me to smoke, since I was the last one from the group to do it. Everyone else started smoking a few weeks prior, some longer. I was told I had to smoke 'the greens' aka take the first hit. I was so nervous, knowing I was about to experience something so different, that I asked Tess to hold the bowl and light the weed for me. Everyone was standing around me in a circle, providing directions.

I literally had my mouth to the bowl to take my first hit, when all of a sudden we hear "IT'S THE POLICE!" about 30 feet behind us. Flashlights began hitting us as two figures sprinted in our direction.

My heart DROPPED!

We all started bolting down the canal when all of a sudden, Tess steps in a pothole and face plants into the ground. No one helped her. Haha We all kept running. By the time I made it to the street, Christian was already on his bike and at the end of Sean's driveway. Patty and I were the second and third fastest runners, so we stayed together and blitzed into Sean's house. His Aunt was so confused when we stormed in, but we played it off well and Patty told her we were playing Manhunt. Sean and Ricky came flying into the house about 20 seconds later, hysterically LAUGHING.

So apparently, a few of the other neighborhood kids caught wind that we were going back by the canal to get high, so they waited on the side of the house to scare us. They got us so good!! Tess was covered in grass stains and dirt bahahaha

I was too traumatized to try smoking again that night...

So about a week later, Patty, Sean and myself made our way to the backyard and Sean packed up the first bowl. We sat in a circle behind the fence of an abandoned house. Sean and Patty had already been smoking for a about two months and they were so excited to see me high for the first time. We lit up Sean’s blue bubbler and the THC surged my body and the feeling of sublime melted me for the first time. I'm just kidding, it didn't kick in that quickly.

We packed up a second bowl, smoked it and that's when things started to change. Each second got slower and slower. I watched in confusion as Patty and Sean started standing up. When I asked them why, they erupted into laughter because for the last five minutes, Patty was bitching about how she had to go home because of her shitty curfew. I wasn't aware of that conversation. Haha Once I comprehended the information, I felt such utter sadness. We watched as Patty walked out to the street and around the corner to her house. Sean asked how I was feeling and I told him I felt pretty normal (lies), but things felt like they were moving at a slower pace. He told me his Aunt (who was the only other person who lived in his house), was asleep and encouraged me to smoke another bowl with him.  We ripped through a third bowl and by this time I had taken about a dozen hits.

I was thinking and feeling my thoughts in a way I had never experienced in my life. I remember staring down at the floor, watching an ant crawl underneath my legs for what felt like hours, so I popped my head up and asked Sean if he was high. He smiled from ear to ear and bobbed his head up and down. At that moment, I officially knew what it felt like to be high.

He started packing his bowl AGAIN and I stared at him like he was crazy. We ripped through bowl #4 and I had taken about 16 hits at this point and FEELING IT. I began going in and out of different rooms in my head and traveling from thought to thought like they were physical places. Everything around me had become ten times cooler, especially the plants! Sean and I walked back into his house and sat on his couch and started watching TV.

Sean rested his head on my shoulder and placed his hand on my leg. I stared down at his hand for a second and immediately froze.

Two thoughts shot into my head:
1) Is Sean gay, somehow sensed I am too, and this is his attempt to hook up with me? Or
2) Is Sean just extremely stoned and passed out/fell asleep on me?

I couldn’t see his face and whether his eyes were open or not because he was wearing a hoodie. I said his name a couple times to see if he was awake and he gave me a noise back. I have no idea what could have happened because I JUMPED off the couch and told him I was going outside. Where was I going, I had no idea. Haha He jumped up and followed me out of the house. As I ran out, I remembered thinking to myself how cool running felt, so I just kept running. Sean was screaming for me to slow down as I hurled down the street like a gazelle. I ran down the street to Christian's house, trampled his bushes and started banging on his bedroom window. As soon as he pushed back the blinds, I yelled "I just smoked pot for the first time!"

Christian came outside at pretty much the same moment that Sean finally caught up to me. We laughed with Christian on his driveway for like twenty minutes. Christian started walking up to Sean and sticking his ass checks on his face. Sean would just sit there, giggle and smile.

I couldn't breathe I was laughing so hard. I was rolling on his driveway in tears. Christian must have stuck his butt hole in Sean’s face at least five times, before Sean stood up and started complaining. Christian then went back inside before his parents could catch him outside (it was like three in the morning by this point).

Sean and I started walking back and I just remember admiring the street lights and the colors reflecting onto the cars were amazing. Everything was so shiny and colors almost appeared three-dimensional. We reached his house and I continued down the road to mi casa. That ladies and gentleman, was my first encounter with Marijuana…