Shit. So many options, so little of me to spread around. It’s nostalgia that brings me back, a little something, tinged with remembrance.

Bme was my first internet community, the first place I vomited my words out onto screen, the first place that united me and a bunch of strangers via a common thread: tattoos and piercings.

Now I have not so many piercings, and many more tattoos. I have no friends with tattoos anymore. None I see, anyways. My friends seem to be all gone, just about all of them save a few. A few others. But we have all been separated through time and various other adventures, some wild, some not so much.

I have done the whole net route back and forth and back again. I have a livejournal site. I’m on myspace, friendster, and I have another place on blogger.com too. All of them under different names, all serving different purposes.

I came back tonight. Nostalgia. Breathe. Friends long gone. Lovers, some had, some not.

I wonder if anyone is still around? I am in ten different places all at once *just like I left*.

I still model. Write of course. Still bitter, still searching. My path has crossed and come to a forked road, I think. I am choosing a direction now.

Before I was in denial. Now I just cannot accept. Ferg called me last night, reminded me of my little place. Everyone I talk to from here, my boys. I love them all to death for different reasons. Amado. Brent. Ferg. Jerome. Matt. Shit. What happened to all of us?

This is like growing up, I think. One day you look around and everything is different. The sun. The stars. Your friend’s faces. Your futures.

That’s it for now.