1 month ago · 7 notes
Guys, my mother is fantastic.
1 month ago · 5 notes
My dad’s live-in nanny/maid is quitting and my dad is stupidly annoyed about it. Look, the woman’s two year old daughter is sick as fuck, she doesn’t have time to help raise some random white dude’s baby because he’s too busy to do it himself.
2 months ago · 0 notes
So, maybe you wanted to read my book but didn’t want to pay the seven dollars to do so. Now’s the time for you. My publisher is having an anniversary, and is celebrating by marking ebooks 25% down.
If you’re interested, click the link. Hell, even if you aren’t interested in mine, there are plenty of other stories on that website (especially m/m romance).
2 months ago · 2 notes
2 months ago · 6 notes
I have spent most of today planning things in Beijing and Hong Kong for when my girlfriend is here (including Hong Kong adventures for her actual birthday) and now I am somehow even more excited for her to arrive Sunday.
2 months ago · 3 notes
…to the internet.
It has always been long distance. First it was 20 miles plus an added bonus of needing to keep our relationship quiet, then 320 miles, and now a pleasurable 10,500 miles and exactly the opposite time zone. And for all of that time, Sara and I have relied on the internet to help keep us close. We flirt over instant message, we post on Tumblr about our shared interests in television shows, places we’d like to travel, and awesome women in history, we send countless email messages to keep each other updated on our families, work, and play, we use Twitter’s DMs because we currently can’t text without an exorbitant expense, we store the recipes we’re going to make when we move in together using Pinterest, we stream movies at the same time for “dates,” and share photographs, the music we’re listening to, and video through Dropbox.
I can’t imagine what my life would be like—or whether remaining in a committed relationship would even be feasible—without technology. So, thanks, Internet. I’m grateful to you and all of the very smart, geeky people who made you possible, for making it easier to hold on to the woman I love.
So the man who murdered my aunt was set to face sentencing within the next few weeks. However, thanks to a car wreck, he’s dead and has therefore avoided any punishment for all the shit he did.
3 months ago · 2 notes
Jacquelynn recently made a post about the bracelet I gave her for Christmas, and I thought it’s about time I showed you what she gave me.
This is one of three known copies of L’esprit de la doctrine ce´leste de s. Tere`se et ses sentimens divins reu¨nis pour le plus grande commodite´ des lecteurs or, “The spirit of the doctrine of Saint Teresa of Avila and divine sentiments gathered for the greater convenience of readers.” While I know many people wouldn’t give a fuck about a book about Saint Teresa of Ávila published in 1707, there might have been tears in my eyes when I first examined the beautiful engraving of one of my favorite religious women on this page. However, the book’s story is almost as amazing as its simple existence.
In 1792, the Benedictine nuns who owned this book were forced to flee France to escape the French Revolution’s desire to liberate church property. Eventually, these nuns settled in England where they established a new priory in Princethorpe. To know I now own a book they felt was valuable enough to carry with them on their voyage is absolutely incredible - to know the woman I am dating understands me enough to get something like this for me is even more so.
4 months ago · 6 notes
…about not having been around for the last few days but I really can’t muster up the motivation to care. I’ve spent every blissful moment of those days with Sara and it’s been amazing.
Look, reblogging this is just easier than telling you the exact same thing only with “Jacquelynn” in place of “Sara”.
Sara sent me this photograph yesterday after we’d been talking recently about how Starbucks’ seasonal offerings are so different in the United States versus the ones in China. I have caramel brulées and gingerbread lattes while she has toffee nut lattes and cranberry white chocolate mochas. We talk to each other in the morning and in the evening, twelve hours apart—well, thirteen now thanks to Daylight Saving Time—constantly relating our current existence to the other’s previous day. We live parallel to one another. Always reaching, never touching. We can’t. Even something schmaltzy like looking at the moon at the same time is impossible. So I take solace in the ritual, the coffee in the morning, the photograph I take each day for her, the moment I get home after work and can shed my work clothing for one of her sweatshirts. Marking time, counting minutes, little-by-little stepping forward.
It’s down to almost a month now and the end cannot come quickly enough.
