2009?

The last few days have been... hectic. I really don't know where to begin. Christmas day was like most years for me. I went over to my parents' house to open gifts in the morning. My 8 year old sister had a great time. I didn't get much, but that's ok. Christmas is not what it used to be anyway. Christmas is not about presents to me anymore. Besides, I got the one thing I asked for, an electric razor.

Mom, my stepfather, and I lounged around the house all Christmas day while my sister indulged in her new toys and the cat had a blast in the wrapping paper.

Everything was going great... until today. Every year on the weekend following Christmas, my mom's side of the family gets together in a small hillbilly town in southern Iowa. We make the one hour drive to simply get together, eat, and then everyone scatters. The whole process takes about two hours (so much for family time). The biggest event at our gathering is the "men" of the family whipping out rolls of quarters to play poker. Meanwhile I sit alone, because my mom's family is not tolerant of me because I'm gay. These two hours are literally the worst part of the holidays for me. Sometimes I wonder why I participate in my mom's family Christmas gathering. In fact, if it weren't for my mom asking me to go every year, I wouldn't. I could care less what my family thinks. One day I'll have my chance to throw it back in their face. That day will be a great day (to say the least).

I'm not doing anything for New Years. I'll most likely end up doing nothing. I thought about going to a gay friend's house and celebrating, but he's a horndog, and I don't feel like having sex (read my first blog post). I guess we'll just have to wait and see what New Years brings.

That's it for me. I'm off to bed.

Peace!