Everyone is doing it! I will do it! You will read! You will be barely enriched! Read now!<\/p>\n
One favorite post from each month:<\/p>\n
January<\/strong> Feburary<\/strong> March<\/strong> April<\/strong> May<\/strong> June<\/strong> July<\/strong> August<\/strong> Honourable mention: I also recount our trip to Disneyland\/California with more pictures<\/a>.<\/p>\n September<\/strong> October<\/strong> November<\/strong>
\nI post my own text version of “It’s Gets Better”<\/a>, purely because my voice sounds weird to me.<\/p>\n
\nEven though I recap our Disney cruise and parks visit, I think my three stories for BigGayCloset.com “coming out stories” were more interesting. Here’s my story of coming out to my Dad<\/a><\/p>\n
\nOkay so I do talk about our Disney trip. Here I relate a magical gay moment with Josh and Sean at the Liberty Tree Diner.<\/a><\/p>\n
\nI’m tasked by Nice To See Stevie B to try the Blog 64 Topics challenge. I don’t make it. But I do manage to like #6: A happy picture.<\/a><\/p>\n
\nProbably the best surprise gift I’ve ever accomplished. SharkBoy gets a trip to Disney World and finds out the day we leave.<\/a> I’ll probably never have kids and this was the next best thing to it. I will never forget his face that morning. Honourable mention<\/a><\/p>\n
\nWhile away, postbear usually watches over our two feline treasures, which we’re eternally grateful for. When we get home, the apartment usually has some… new decorations… that take us a few weeks to find. He tells us we still haven’t found them all<\/a>.<\/p>\n
\nI start my AIDS Walk Stormtrooper fundrasing<\/a>. In the end I made $2500 and wound up with blisters on my feet. I’d do it again in a second.<\/p>\n
\nI mark the one year anniversary of my father’s passing, but I liked this day better.
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\nFuzzbelly sends on prints<\/a> of SharkBoy and I in our troop suits in honour of my AIDS Walk fundraising. I go all verklempt. He really is a great man!<\/p>\n
\nSteve Jobs passes. I gush just a bit.<\/a><\/p>\n
\nI notice that I’m writing less. Maybe 2 times a week. Is blogging dead? Or am I frustrated that this sort of shit can happen without me knowing?<\/a><\/p>\n