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the state of hawaii stands on the brink of history. barring unforeseen disaster, the legislature will pass same-sex marriage by the end of the week. for those loving couples and their families it will mean for the first time, at least in our state, they will be equal in the eyes of the law. it will be a victory that can never fully be quantified. sure, we talk about tax benefits, health benefits, retirement benefits, and so on, but the word “marriage” in our society means so much more than just these tangible benefits. being able to point to the person they love and say, “this is my husband” or “this is my wife,” to be able to say that, without qualifiers or explanations… well, i can’t even imagine the sense of relief and joy that benefit will bring to so many.

and still, in this day and age, they will still be looked upon by some, by too many in our community as evil, or dirty, or an abomination. despite the passage of this landmark legislation, too many couples, too many individuals will still face discrimination and hatred. you need search no farther than the tens of thousands of pieces of testimony given, in writing and in person, over this past week to find unequivocal evidence of that discrimination and hatred. yes folks, i’m sorry to say, bigotry is alive and well in the aloha state.

of course, those fighting for this victory for nearly 20 years, the couples, their families, their friends, their allies in the search for justice know this all too well. we’ve been witness to it every step along the way, every time we pushed for just a little bit more. religious zealots, bigots who claim theirs to be the side of righteousness because their faith claims to be the only one that counts. and if these people don’t think they’re bigots, i’m sorry, but they’re just fooling themselves.

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it’s not “official” official yet, but it will be in a matter of weeks; i’m surgery bound.

after a flair-up earlier this year resulted in a bowel obstruction which laid me up in a hospital bed for nearly a week, the news came that sooner or later surgery would be a necessity.

i’m assuming most of you have never had a bowel obstruction before, so let me tell you; it’s no fun. the symptoms are (or at least for me) were a loss of appetite and vomiting every few hours for no apparent reason. after the fourth or fifth time, i took a trip to the emergency room. the worst part of the whole ordeal was the NG tube they shoved down my nose and throat (to drain the fluid building up in my stomach) and kept there for three days.

initially, the impression i was given was that if i waited to have surgery, another obstruction would force me to have surgery under emergency circumstances, though that was clarified by a surgeon a couple of months ago. that correction made me rethink my plans and i, if only briefly, opted to “take my chances” and hold off on surgery. at the time, i was feeling good and there wasn’t anything looming that made me think there was any urgency.

then my brother told me the approximate date he’d be getting married and i started to second thoughts about my current strategy. if i wait, take my chances, and put off surgery until it is absolutely necessary, my fear is that another obstruction will occur at the worst possible time: just a few days before the wedding. under those circumstances, i would not only be unable to see him walk down the isle, but i’d also potentially put my parents in the uncomfortable situation of having to choose, between attending his wedding, or being here for my surgery. neither of those sounds good to me, so i’ve decided to preempt that situation by having the surgery at a time of my choosing. i won’t be leaving this to fate.

as it stands now (i don’t see the surgeon for about a month) i’m thinking the surgery will be either early december or early january, in attempt to be out of the hospital and recovered before the 2014 legislative session starts and before the election season (and convention season) kicks off. ultimately, i won’t really know when this is all happening until i meet with the surgeon.

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just a few weeks ago certain circumstances of my life caused me to feel defeated. something i was optimistic and hopeful about had turned out to be a facade, or at least that’s how it appeared. i was beat down and lost. i felt worse than i had in a long time. i was having trouble sleeping, focusing, and trouble not cursing at random people i saw on the street. i was ready to dig in and retreat from the world. for about a week, “fuck it” was my theme.

in the old days, this could have gone on for weeks or months. i would have let this feeling fester and infect nearly every aspect of my life. i wouldn’t say wallowing in self-pity is fun, but in some ways, it’s like a drug for me. it’s really easy and serves as an escape from the world that seems to disappoint on a regular basis. i’m a recovering self-pity addict. instead of giving myself up to a higher power, instead of a 12-step program, i decided that i wouldn’t be defeated by disappointment. that feeling wouldn’t consume me and i devised a plan; improve. i’m attempting to refocus.

while i tend not to subscribe to an over-developed sense of a polished outward appearance (you only need glance at my beard to know that), for a long time i haven’t been thrilled about how badly out of shape i am. it does bother me and it does contribute what little bit remains of a deep-seeded self-loathing. so instead of letting myself get washed away in a wave of self-pity, i’ve decided to get in shape. i’m just at the beginning of what will almost certainly prove to be a huge challenge, but so far i’m determined to see it through.

and i’ve set a goal: lose 40-50 (this is, by medical standards, roughly how overweight i am) pounds by the end of the 2014 legislative session.

earlier this week i met with a personal trainer to help me develop a workout routine that would get me in shape; not beefy, but lean and hopefully with just the right amount of tone. however, according to the trainer, exercise will only get me about a third of the way to my goal. so next week i’ll be meeting with a dietician who will, hopefully, help me develop a diet that doesn’t totally suck, that works with in the limits of my crohn’s disease. hopefully it will be something i can stick with. sure, i know its just a matter of will power, but i’ve never particularly like the idea of a diet and i’m not known for having strong will power.

still, if i want to reach this goal, i’ve got to not only give it a try, i’ve got to stick with it. i’ve got to commit to weeks and months of a regular (and difficult) workout routine and i’ll have to commit to whatever diet is created for me. we’ll see how it works out in the long-term.

for now, it’s done the trick. while there’s still a thin current of frustration flowing just under the surface, this plan has lifted me out of the doldrums and given me something to shoot for, something completely up to me and under my control. barring illness, life can’t kick this plan in the balls.

i feel energized, as three blog posts in less than a month can attest. and there’s more to come….

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content
lost
proud
clueless
lonely
attentive
tearful
angry
kind
lazy
spiteful
helpless
generous
happy
listless
empty
gentle
afraid
resentful
tired
defeated

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so, about a month ago i broke down and signed up for a six-month subscription to match.com. they had a sale on and i thought it was about time i tried my hand at dating (or at least thinking about it). admittedly, i haven’t actually contacted anyone on the site, though there are a few girls that have caught my eye.

the thing is, i haven’t quite managed to get past the idea of it; how can you judge a person based on a premeditatedly-created profile? they all are “outgoing,” “adventurous,” “love life,” and “like to try new things.” and the like. is it possible all these people have the same outlook on life? i find it a bit hard to believe, though understand they may have been “chosen” to match my profile. who knows. all i know is that i’m not sure how to relate to people using this format. i’m all for technology, but may be just slightly too old to embrace this way of “meeting” women.

there’s another hurdle as well…. i’m terrible at starting up a conversation with a stranger in person. i don’t like cold-calling people and i’m not sure how to craft an email to someone whose picture i like and whose profile intrigues me. i just don’t know how to do it. i’ve tried to start writing such an email in my brain, but haven’t gotten very far. i don’t know where to being and when i try, i think it sounds stupid, or contrived, or fake. maybe that’s not actually the case, but my self-conscious nature make it sound that way to me. it’s hard to say. i know i want to give it a try, if for no other reason than i spent the money, but for other reasons as well…. i just haven’t been able to proceed without a feel that the whole online dating process is completely absurd. i haven’t given up. not yet. and continue to try crafting an introductory email. i guess i’m just expressing my difficulty and frustration with the process.

what’s more, it seems i’ve stumbled across a real-world hiccup, which i’m hesitant to spell out here, for fear of who might see the post (a constant and troubling consideration every time i sit down to write a post). what i think i can say is that this “hiccup” is making me think there might be value in putting the online dating attempt on hold for a bit.

all in all, my frustration level is on the rise.

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