Hi, 
You wouldn't believe the fucking insanity that goes along with working in a boys home. WHEW!
Lemme tell ya. I can't name name, but this is some funny and touching stuff. For instance, one kid told me that he couldn't use the internet because he "has a problem with porn." That was probably the sweetest thing I've ever heard one of them admit so far.
If you think about it, isn't childhood about being devious? I certainly thought that it was, but these kids had no real homes or good family lives and that's a real problem for them.
The unfortunate aspect about working here is that they are constantly being watched in one way or another. They're expected to conform, and I'm not certain about that aspect of the home, but it is one of the best homes in Amerikkka, and it does offer them a functional home with a structured life.
I'm now working three jobs and trying to keep my homelife alright. I think that this is positive, but I would like more time.
OH! CPK came to pick me up, being my roommate/gf and all, although we're less enamoured with each other than we ever had been before, I think, and CAME INTO THE BOYS HOME!
Something wasseriously wrong about that. Not only did I have to introduce her to them, but they also know a little more about my personal life, which is NOT good for my being a teaching parent. She's a large part of my life, so I hope that they don't bother me with questions about her. They were all gauking at her, and I felt like a lamb walked into a den of wolves.
Remember that level of fucked uppedness I was talking about? They seem normal and nice enough, but they already know where I live because ZACK worked there, and now they know my roommate. It just leaves me uneasy, but I'm done, now.
Umm, I like this movie I saw, Pumpkin, with Christina Ricci. It's like But I'm a Cheerleader and Harold and Maude.
I realize that I haven't put down some of my other favorite movies on my favorites list: BAISE MOI or the Seventh Seal, an' stuff. I need to update that list so that Thursday will go on a movie date with me.
...
Never gonna happen, but I'll keep the hope alive.
I layed yet another brick sidewalk today in this god-awful midday sun. Man that's tough. I'm good at it though, plus I'm paid well, and I like the guy.
Oh- I've decided Phil's not so bad. Saw him interact with Doug Bell, a black guy, and he was cool about it. I'm sure Phil's just one quirky motherfucker, but even if he isn't, he hides his bigotry well. I think he's just been immersed in a culture/history that I won't understand.
Emaild an old friend/flame of mine. I'd toss everything away to see her, but she's happy, so I can't stir up trouble. I just let her know that I care and think about, and miss her.
It's the best I can do.
Then, I'll move in for the kill when she's done with this dude.
Anyhow, that's the best update that I can give for now.
For all of you who read and posted on my journal, THANKS! I was really happy about it.
Love, mangled babies, and bloody lawn-mowers,
Ian
You wouldn't believe the fucking insanity that goes along with working in a boys home. WHEW!
Lemme tell ya. I can't name name, but this is some funny and touching stuff. For instance, one kid told me that he couldn't use the internet because he "has a problem with porn." That was probably the sweetest thing I've ever heard one of them admit so far.
If you think about it, isn't childhood about being devious? I certainly thought that it was, but these kids had no real homes or good family lives and that's a real problem for them.
The unfortunate aspect about working here is that they are constantly being watched in one way or another. They're expected to conform, and I'm not certain about that aspect of the home, but it is one of the best homes in Amerikkka, and it does offer them a functional home with a structured life.
I'm now working three jobs and trying to keep my homelife alright. I think that this is positive, but I would like more time.
OH!
CPK came to pick me up, being my roommate/gf and all, although we're less enamoured with each other than we ever had been before, I think, and CAME INTO THE BOYS HOME!
Something wasseriously wrong about that. Not only did I have to introduce her to them, but they also know a little more about my personal life, which is NOT good for my being a teaching parent. She's a large part of my life, so I hope that they don't bother me with questions about her. They were all gauking at her, and I felt like a lamb walked into a den of wolves.
Remember that level of fucked uppedness I was talking about? They seem normal and nice enough, but they already know where I live because ZACK worked there, and now they know my roommate. It just leaves me uneasy, but I'm done, now.
Umm, I like this movie I saw, Pumpkin, with Christina Ricci. It's like But I'm a Cheerleader and Harold and Maude.
I realize that I haven't put down some of my other favorite movies on my favorites list: BAISE MOI or the Seventh Seal, an' stuff. I need to update that list so that Thursday will go on a movie date with me.
...
Never gonna happen, but I'll keep the hope alive.
I layed yet another brick sidewalk today in this god-awful midday sun. Man that's tough. I'm good at it though, plus I'm paid well, and I like the guy.
Oh- I've decided Phil's not so bad. Saw him interact with Doug Bell, a black guy, and he was cool about it. I'm sure Phil's just one quirky motherfucker, but even if he isn't, he hides his bigotry well. I think he's just been immersed in a culture/history that I won't understand.
Emaild an old friend/flame of mine. I'd toss everything away to see her, but she's happy, so I can't stir up trouble. I just let her know that I care and think about, and miss her.
It's the best I can do.
Then, I'll move in for the kill when she's done with this dude.
Anyhow, that's the best update that I can give for now.
For all of you who read and posted on my journal, THANKS! I was really happy about it.
Love, mangled babies, and bloody lawn-mowers,
Ian
I saw your post to my bi-curious enquiry-Want to Fuck?? Hahahahaha... Later Mang.