C.B. Potts's Blog, page 40

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I dreamt last night - or didn't sleep, but thought of heavily, Jesus and Freddie Mercury and how, for me, the two are much like each other. Not the Jesus you find in Sunday School; I have no scripture to show you here, but the man I've been told of; he who would love you no matter what you'd done, what taint you bore, what foul thing you are in the eyes of the world. That kind of love is a ferocious thing. It is no easy burden.

Not to say you love - any moron can do that, and far too many do...

Friday

I can not believe the audacity of some people. The nerve to go and write a book with my title before I had a chance to do it myself. And to get it out on the market and win an award and sell bunches of copies, all in the specific genre where I'd planned to do exactly that with a book with that title.

*stompy feet*

Of course, she doesn't know me from anyone, and I don't know her, so I'm willing to entertain the possibility that she arrived at her title independently. Once again, I have been ho...

Today I Feel Like This

And it is glorious!

Here is something nifty and important to know

It is okay to say, "No, I'm sorry. I can't listen to you right now." It is okay to say, "No, I'm sorry. I can't talk about that right now."  You are under no obligation to be perpetually prepared for whatever conversation people want to have with you, and it is sometimes smart and right and prudent to avoid conversations you are not prepared for.

From the "File of Things I Wish I Knew A Long Time Ago" (Cross reference: "Things I Really Need To Remember" File)

Good Morning, My Freaky Darlings!

I want to thank *everyone* who sent me emails and messages yesterday with their personal experiences of diabetes & weight loss surgeries. I haven't even been able to read all of them yet and already there's such a wide range of experiences. Thank you for sharing them.

One topic that keeps cropping up is the need for more research of the long term impacts of weight loss surgeries. I'm beginning to think I really don't know all that much about how medical things (procedures, medications, devices...

So Here We Go

Here we go, rise and shine, up and at 'em. I'm on a tear, a tear for Tuesdays, and it begins with diabetes.

By now you've heard, if you follow, obsessively, the type of news that I follow obsessively, that there is a study saying weight loss surgery can cure diabetes - or more accurately, put some patients with Type 2 diabetes into remission, where they exhibit no symptoms of the disease. Here's a link to a story in the Boston Globe about it. Not a great story, really, and I'll have better lin...

That's How The Light Gets In

When I grow up, I want to write like Leonard Cohen.

It's Hard. I Know It's Hard.

Here we are, Monday morning. We don't have to be. We live in a world of infinite choices; our existence comes available in a million permutations, and we, we, little old us, with faults and foibles and deep dark secrets jam-packed away in hidden closets, we are the only effective agent of change in the system.

We don't have to be.

But here we are. That is a good beginning.

Greet the sun. It's out there, now. Look at her; she's had a rough time of it lately, storms and flares and grand explosions...

Ah, Friday

Are you ready for Friday? I surely am.

I've just now finished reading this Lambda Literary interview with Edmund White, and I'm frustrated with it; not that it's not a good piece, but it is not filled with the questions I would have asked, and the interviewer left a lot of low-hanging fruit there. I do like this bit: Actually A Boy’s Own Story only loosely echoes my own life.  I was precocious intellectually and sexually, won prizes, published stories and poems and slept with 500 people...

Thursday Morning, Here We Go!

Sometimes people do things, even when there's no percentage in it. Sometimes, but don't count on it. And you'd like to think that on those rare occasions when the numbers don't matter that the cause would be something noble, a high virtue, maybe even love. That may, in fact, be the case. The problem is that it's terribly easy to confuse this rare bird with another creature entirely; the means to an end, the subtle agenda, the grooming station on the way to fuck you central.

We should write a...