• Poetry,  Speaking My Mind

    we’re not friends

    break it off yesterday because it’s not worth trudging through the dirt

    i am lazy i am crazy am i the reason that this doesn’t work

    i blame them and i hate them for all the hurt so much hurt

    but i don’t try because i remember that i always forget i

    am alone

    at the end of the day i don’t have a say in it

    i’m alone

    and a sucker

    take advantage just fuck her

    selectively choosing when to trust

    but i have proof that it was better before

    before it was shiny but it’s all turned to rust

    we’re not friends

    we’re not anything

    i opt out of seeing you anymore

    but i’m afraid i’m making the same mistake

    as before


    © Vic Romero

    Goodbye STC, AL


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    My Disappointing Lust Life

    I’ve included this video clip in the post I wrote when I turned nineteen…I hate repeating things but I felt that this was so appropriate for what I want to talk about: my lust life.  AKA my love life but there has been no love so…I’m going to refer to it as my lust life.

    Since school started in the fall, there have been four people I’ve toyed a little with.

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    Cloud 9

    On Thursday morning, April 3rd, at an ungodly hour (perhaps 2am), I told her I loved her.

    She had been wanting me to speak to her in Spanish for forever, and I was always reluctant to do so because speaking in Spanish makes me uncomfortable but I thought because I have been wanting to tell her that I love her it would be cute to say it in Spanish.

    I wasn’t planning to say it on Wednesday night when she FaceTimed me and we talked until we passed out on Thursday morning but I just…had to.  It took a long time to say it too because I felt so nervous…what if she didn’t love me back??

    But then considering how she had been calling me “her love” for the past month or so and then how she had sent me this text when I showed her some of my writing…

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    Kiss Me Again

    My girlfriend and I had our first date as girlfriends last Friday, March 14th.  We were supposed to have that date on March 7th, but instead I spent that day with her and a bunch of our friends.  March 6th was the day that I had been yelled at for dating her…I didn’t sleep much that night.  My girlfriend stayed up with me and texted me, trying to console me.  She’s been amazing and patient.

    Anyway, last Friday we went on our date.  I told my parents I was hanging out with my best friend.  In reality, Janice* took me to an Italian restaurant but the restaurant side was closed so we just got pizza and we ran into all of her old teachers and my current accounting teacher there.  Then she took me to her house, I briefly met her dad then was led to her room.  She shares a room with her twin sister.

    There was nowhere to sit except for the bed, so I opted for the floor, suddenly feeling very nervous.  I hadn’t been alone with my girlfriend for more than two hours for the past month…and the last time we hung out alone for more than two hours, we weren’t officially girlfriends.  As of that Friday, we have been girlfriends for two weeks and a day.

    Janice teased me for looking so uncomfortable, especially when she deemed it a good idea to change her shirt randomly.  I looked at the wall, my throat constricting.  Then we decided to put on Perks of Being A Wallflower.  I had lent her the book awhile ago and she had just finished it, so we were going to watch the movie.  She suggested I sit on her bed so I nervously took off my shoes and flopped myself down on her tiny twin-size bed.

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    A little after four pm on February 27th, she asked me to be her girlfriend. 

    Janice* had told me that she had something important to tell me on the Tuesday before.  For a minute it had went through my mind that maybe she was going to ask me to be hers, but then I began to wonder if it had to do with work..maybe she got that promotion or was moving to a new store.  Janice said it had nothing to do with work and that it was good news.  She said she hoped I would be happy hearing it and that a few people know, except for her best friend and her sister doesn’t officially know either.

    After two days of pestering her to just tell me already, I picked her up and went to Starbucks with her.  Janice was really weird though, she was all nervous and wouldn’t look at me…we spent half the time in awkward silence, her refusing to make eye contact with me, and the other half of the time I was babbling.

    We only could spend forty-five minutes together before she had to go back home for her grandma’s birthday, so as the time approached four pm, I was like: Janice, when are you going to tell me your secret?  Is it bad?

    And then she was all: No, I’m just really nervous to tell you.

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    My Humpy Hump Day

    I wanted to ask my girl, Janice*, if she wanted to be my girlfriend on Valentine’s Day.  We both ended up working that night and although we were alone for a little bit when she drove me home afterwards, I didn’t want to ask her in her car.  But lately I’ve been thinking if I want to ask her to be my girlfriend at all.

    I haven’t been hesitant to ask her to be my girlfriend because I don’t like her as much as I thought I would; I actually like her even more everyday.

    I’m hesitant to ask her if she wants to be my girlfriend because of all the complications that it would entail, because I’m not sure if I rely on her for happiness or not, and because being in a relationship terrifies me.

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    This is a reflective essay I wrote for my English class. Thought I should post it on my blog…

    Growing up as a Christian has drastically influenced my self-discovery and self-acceptance process. Up until freshman year, I attended church every Sunday, was involved in four youth groups, attended the VBS programs and when I was too old to attend, I volunteered at them. My first concert was even at a church featuring a famous Christian band. I loved the morals and values that Christianity upholds and I also loved the Christian community. However, I never felt as if I truly belonged in it. The conflicts that I felt within myself caused me to feel miserable and disconnected to God. Christianity did little to offer support and acceptance for what I was feeling; in fact, Christianity led me to hate myself.

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    Why am I looking at the Facebook of a dead girl?

    I ignore my mind and continue perusing through her photos and her statuses.  Photos of her in Manhattan with Phantom of the Opera posters, statuses of her latest relationships and of her nearing fourteenth birthday party…

    Guys, I have a confession: I’m bi.

    I close my eyes as the scene plays behind my eyelids.  The images are a little dark and blurry, but I am still able to make out all their faces.

    “You’re what?” I asked, intrigued.

    “I like girls and I like boys,” she explained.

    “You like-like girls?” my friend Jess asked to clarify.

    She nodded her head and smiled.  I made a face.  “I don’t believe you,” I said.

    “My first kiss was with a girl,” she recalled.

    I laid my head back against the wall, mulling over her declaration and envying her for having had her first kiss already.

    “Do you guys believe in ghosts?” she asked, changing the topic.

    I shook my head ‘no’ as she pulled out the Weird NJ book.

    “I see my grandfather sometimes.” She began to flip through the pages of the book.  “It’s freaky.  Okay, here.  I like this story…”

    I opened my eyes and looked back at the computer screen, frowning.  Her face was scowling back at me.

    I wish I could have…

    I shook my head, unwilling myself to regret.  There was no point, it was too late.  I had made my decisions many years ago, and now I had to deal with them.  Besides, I shouldn’t be pitying the deceased, I should be honoring them.

    After staring into her pixelated, brown eyes for a minute, I sighed and logged out of Facebook.

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    Peanuts and Chocolate

    Hello, everyone, hope you all are doing well and you have been having a good new year so far.

    My new year has been pretty incredible. I came out to some of my friends and my sister, I found out that the girl that I have been crushing on likes me back (we’ve been talking nonstop for almost three weeks now, it’s been established that we like each other…) and…oh yeah! I went on a date with her! Yesterday, January 20, I had my first official date with anyone, and my first date with her…it was amazing. I’m still in shock that she likes me back, that she has liked me since I started working in July, that we went on a date and that she had a nice time and wants to see me again, that most of her friends know about me and her best friend wants to meet me…it’s all crazy exciting and overwhelming.

    Anyway…I have intended to write everyday in 2014, but that didn’t happen once I started talking to her. I was too happy to write, or too…I just couldn’t write.

    But I do want to catalog (mostly for me) all that happened between me and her for the past two weeks so…I transferred the texts I sent to my cousin about all my problems/concerns/events onto here because I don’t feel like typing it all again lol. The following texts are only my half of the textversation (texting conversation).

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    Loving Life Right Now…

    I came out to my friend and my sister yesterday, January 8th.  They both took it really well, which was awesome.

    I told my friend, Melissa, first.  I picked her up at her house during lunch and I told her that I wasn’t completely straight, that I liked girls and that I had a crush on a girl that I work with who also happens to be my boss.

    My friend didn’t miss a beat and after I told her the entire situation she gave me all this love advice.  She’s amazing.

    I told my sister when I was driving to Walgreens (talking while driving is the best thing ever because you don’t have to look at them while you’re confessing your soul/heart).

    My sister was amazing as well.  She thought I was silly for thinking that she wouldn’t accept me, considering that her friend is gay and that she is extremely supportive of the LGBTQ community.  Then in the parking lot at Starbucks we had a long discussion about feminism and sexuality and it was so liberating and amazing to be honest with my sister, who is also my best friend.  I felt like we connected more.  Like we’re closer.