Cha-cha-changes

So, less than 24 hours after I came up with my *brilliant* new blog, I decide to see what else is out there and I come across this bad boy. Nothing too bad until I scrolled down and found this little post. (Warning: XXX rated)

While I do love the gay boys, I don't need nor want my blog to be relatable. That's just not my cup of tea... and if I'm going to be perfectly honest, I have a huge issue with being comparable to anyone. I don't know if it was how I was raised or just some sort of gene defect, but I have an insatiable need to always feel incomparable. Not that I have to be better, just different.

For example, at some point in high school, BEFORE it was cool, I really like the idea of dying the under part of your hair dark. Then suddenly everyone was doing it! As much as I wanted to, I held out until the next hair phase came along and THEN I went ahead and dyed the underpart of my hair black. I must say, it was cute. I had red hair with black underneath and it was a short, flippy do. Totally worth the wait.

I buy what I like, I do what I like, I listen to the music I like. I happen to like pretty much everything, so sometimes it coincides with the latest trends in life... but I take comfort that there are OTHER things I like that are not trendy, and therefore I stay my own person. There is a wonderful quote from E.E. Cummings: "To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best day and night to make you everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight, and never stop fighting." The people who can't are either lazy or too worried about pleasing everyone. It takes someone who knows and is comfortable with who they are, all the bad and good, to be able to say: "This is who I am. Deal."

Anyway, I am going to stop myself now before this turns into a novel (I can talk for hours about individuality) and just say to Barrio Boy in Miami, Florida: you can have your stupid blog title. I came up with my own, damn it.