I think I sort of almost blacked out from the shock of hitting it so far, at first, so I was sort of stunned. The only home run I ever had was an inside-the-park one.

Stop looking at love from both sides now...

What are you studying in school anyway?

I just want to be accepted in Psicosis's inner circle of friends... Have you heard how damned exclusive it is! It sure beats trying to get into Keg's circle.

um... Keg's circle of friends!

My intents are purely platonic!

NTTIATWWWTFBBQ!

Wow, Taco's on drugs. This could be worse than the last KCJohnny incident.

Okay, plunging back into the depths, despite the already-pounding headache.

It's not really a big deal. I'd rate my basketball skills as "okay to bleh," and I'm not a terrible shooter, but I lose focus really easily when playing basketball, which makes my shooting get pretty pants. I can dribble between my legs, if that makes me a good ballhandler. ROFL

I was just a bit more "settled in" with these people, especially my two best friends at the time, and I was actually fairly popular despite my aforementioned lack of offering anything really notable aside from general niceness. I had sort of gotten worn out by the end of fifth grade, regardless, and the only people I've even talked to in the past, say, five years that I know from that time are my best friend and about five others, not counting the ones I went to school with in tenth grade.

If I hadn't gone the "eat whatever and don't do a damn thing because I don't care" route, I suspect I'd be fairly close to the aforementioned numbers. I may be 5'11" though, not sure. Or maybe that's just what I hope. Closer to 260 than 160 at this point.

I never knew what everybody meant
By endless, hopeless, bleak despair
Until one day when I found out
The first time I ever left my house
It saw me and followed me home
And stayed with me for my whole life
-- TMBG, "Hopeless Bleak Despair"

I don't think I totally started grasping what it really meant until I was twelve or so, and then I think I finally "woke up" once I was around 15. From there it's been sort of a waiting game.

He doesn't know, actually. He may suspect something, because I'm sure he's seen tons of signs in the large amount of time we've spent together, and I think his response when he does find out will probably be something like, "Oh. That explains a lot," but I haven't actually said anything about it to him yet.

We're pretty close despite fairly divergent interests, though, and the amount of times we "mind-meld" and one of us blurts out something only to have the other one say, "I was thinking the same thing," be it a bit of music or a word or a reference, or something, is pretty amusing, so I wouldn't at all be surprised if he had already known something was off.

Actually, I'm on deadline!

Psi, pics?

Who's gonna buy the pie?

You said you worked in PR. What do you do?

Actually, I don't really take many pictures. I really hate the way I look in photos (and the mirror), so I try to avoid them. Always have.

Wow I may have achieved immortality via a Johnson, gochiefs will be sooooo envious.

Hey Psi,

While part of me is still trying to figure out what the joke is (I have it half figured for an elaborate trap with a genius punchline, or the honest to God truth), the best compliment you'll get from me on the matter is that I'll treat you the exact same way as I did before you "came out of the closet" or whatever cliche will eventually be ascribed to this.

I guess your brave for facing the truth of your existence, but I'm of the opinion that everyone who is honest with themselves and the people around them is brave, regardless of what walk in life they're on.

As far as the confidence thing, that comes from an honest connection with who you are. A therapist or counselor of some type would be a great way to start. You've got too much going for you upstairs not to be confident about who you are.

How is your family going to react?