These Shades Of Grey

Denton, Tx.

Gay.

Aspiring Writer.

Hardcore Nerd.

Sci Fi Fan.

Tattooed.

Comic Book Addict.

Veg.


i also run FuckYeahJeanGreyPhoenix.tumblr.com
Lucky #7!

Not just any cock. One drawn by Keith Haring in his early days. Huge thanks to @j_ayala for the appointment today! 

I feel like I’ve leveled up in the homo world with this one :)

Lucky #7!

Not just any cock. One drawn by Keith Haring in his early days. Huge thanks to @j_ayala for the appointment today!

I feel like I’ve leveled up in the homo world with this one :)

About to get tattooed.

No idea where the stuff I just added to my journal came from. The buzz of the tattoo guns is unlocking something in me. Might need to move in here.

Going through my little journal. The last time I write a poem was February 13, 2012.

*sigh*

and this one for our tropical fruit display #adventuretime

and this one for our tropical fruit display #adventuretime

so I made a thing at work today for my new chiles display #adventuretime

so I made a thing at work today for my new chiles display #adventuretime

fellow readers, writers, and poets:

do you have any LGBT/queer poets worth checking out?  why limit myself to LGBT perspectives?  simple.  i’m tired of hetero everything.  their perspectives are not my own.

so yeah, if you know of anyone i should look into, please send me a fan mail or ask.  :-)

much love,
Josh

while at Recycled yesterday before work with Cary, we browsed the poetry section.  back in college, when i got my creative writing degree, i focused on poetry.  it was fun.  i read tons.  i fell in love with my favorite poet, Anne Sexton.  but since i graduated, i’ve written maybe three poems.  after writing multiple pieces each week, maybe three since May 2006.  but yesterday, that old passion was sparked a little bit.  i bought a random book of poetry from John Giorno.  what drew me to it, aside from being conveniently shelved near the Ginsberg, were the references to his knowing Warhol and apparently hooking up with Keith Haring back in the 80s.  (i LOVE Keith Haring…and happened to find a new book of his subway art, too, yesterday.)  

i cannot seem to focus on Endsong.  all i’ve done over the past few months with it is daydream and jot down a few notes and save pictures on my computer from around tumblr that somewhat inspired me.  perhaps it’s time to put it on the back burner again until i’m reinsured.  i cannot keep wasting my time giving all my creative time to a project i’m not actively pursuing.  i’ll never completely give up on this project, but i feel it’s time to back away from it for a bit because i can no longer hear those characters’ voices in my head.  

is poetry the answer again?  who knows.  maybe i need to focus on shorter works until i get my writing footing again.  or maybe it’s just another phase for me.  i cannot juggle multiple interests well.  before, i was trying to do Endsong and study astronomy and my newest passion of archaeoastronomy.  hell, i’ve bought so many books on archaeoastronomy and archaeology recently but haven’t read a single one.  just started a couple of them.  i love reading and books so much, but i cannot focus on them.  and that fact frustrates me to no end.  i can (and do) blame work and the new apartment.  i blame the stress and my inability to full relax.  but in the end, it’s all a bunch of excuses.  always excuses; rarely action.

i’m *this close* to ordering a super cheap book of poetry off amazon right now.  do i need it?  probably not.  do i want it?  hell yes.  will i read it?  i sure as hell hope so.  books are a dangerous and fun addiction.  

so there’s that.  my mind is all over the place.  i find myself more down than up these days.  i am not in complete control of my thoughts, and my body feels broken and restless.  what next?

Listening to ARTPOP and writing.

The secret is not to write about what you love best, but about what you, alone, love at all.

—Annie Dillard (via maxkirin)

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