NEWS: Refurbishing my Heart

Have you ever met someone who made your heart pound just thinking about them? Someone who’s lips captivate you? Someone you’re drawn to, even against your better judgment? Someone who makes you laugh harder, smile bigger and feel more alive than ever before? I have. That’s passion. It can’t be faked. And it’s rare.

Sadly, it goes both ways. Anyone who can truly make you happy can also make you truly sad. And sometimes, a passionate relationship isn’t actually a good relationship (I’m pretty sure Pammy and Tommy video taped this very phenomenon).

The thing is, you can’t fake that passion… either it’s there, or it’s not. It’s not going to grow out of thin air somewhere down the line. But if it’s there to begin with, when the time IS right, if you want to, you can can forge a good relationship. A passionate one. A sexy, fun, adventurous one.

Lately, I’ve been pining for my passionate past. And annoying those around me by saying things like:

“She’s the strongest willed woman I’ve ever met though… it’s a trait I admired when we were together, but now it worries me. I think she’s too frightened to open herself up again.”

Time to snap out of it; Really, I’m starting to annoy even myself…

But how you ask? I’ve come up with a three-point plan guaranteed get me over the hump:

STEP 1: NEW ORLEANS
That’s right; idol hands are the devils playground, so I’m heading out and getting busy. Sunday I go to the Katrina-zone where I’ll be spending the next week or so volunteering my time (and EMT know-how if need be) helping out. Its good karma. It’s good time management. It’s good for the world. And I think it’s good for me.

STEP 2: 50 DATES in 50 STATES
At last, the wait is over. I’ve got my first two set up. I’m starting with Alabama cause, well, it’s the first state alphabetically. And it’s near the hurricane zone… remember, homeboy is on a budget.

LASTLY, STEP 3: FIX THE HEART




That’s right, I know it’s something of a pun (so was idol hands, I guess), but why the hell not. The tat in my inner lip’s been fading for years. Occasional upkeep is part of life. And while I love getting tattoos, I’m not all that into having them, so going over an old one makes sense. Plus, a shot of adrenalin is always a good thing.

I brought my camera to share the fun.























I’m not gonna lie, I’m a little worried; last time I had this done it bled a ton. I hope this guy went deep enough for it to take…

Anyway, there you have it, I’m off to do some good in the south. I’ve made another post though, it’s a fun one, and I’ve left it in the fridge for while I’m gone. Then we’re right into our dates. Hope you’re as excited as I am.

Random notes:

Frequent commenter cum real-life-friend Trixie Bedlam asked me to take some snap-shots for the aggression issue of her on-line magazine BitchingandMoaning.org. Then she asked me to plug it for her. Done and done. Wanna see? CLICK HERE.

In related news, Sync Magazine’s Tony Romando (don’t ask how or why, but this guy is like my mentor, bestowing such gems on me as, “its not a drug problem if you can still pay rent” and “I was young and in love once… she had the sweetest ass… you know what happened next? I met a girl with perfect tits. Are you following? There’s a moral here”) forced me to take a 12-hour shower for the magazine. Next he had me field test a camera by documenting every second of my day. Its hard to explain, but sometimes I can’t tell if he loves me or hates me. Check it out. It’s on stands now.

He made me say that last bit.

Having plugged such high-end reading, I also feel compelled to point out the piece I wrote for Scientific American on the future of lubricants (see, I’m no dumb-dumb). Traditional lubes don’t work in space. Did you know that? And soon all petroleum-based greases will be a thing of the past. So what’s going to keep the pistons pumping in the future? Air! There’s food for thought. Discuss amongst yourselves…