As much as I admire his ability to be friendly with foreign leaders I don't think obama should have the nobel prize

My title expresses my pretty controversial opinion but I am feeling soooo much less fearful these days after my awful experience with my ex.


I was nesting( men "nest" too --it's not just for the gay laydeez) with my man and just wasn't into blogging. We broke up and here I am blogging again. Le Sigh. Actually, me and my man broke up a while ago and I just was too in the dumps to bathe much less blog. It happened for a really petty reason and I am still REELING from the HURT. Okay, so my guy and me were compatible on so many levels- we both wanted to be upwordly mobile, fit, and able to get in season new religion jeans etc and we both loooooved barebacking and spooning. Match made in heaven?? Ya'd think! But, noooo. He was one of those, " I've been thinking it over types" and it destroyed US. He'd get this idea of how I should behave vs how I act and it often made him see red flags in me. The peeve that broke the camels back(LOL) was that I didn't say bless you after he sneezed or others did. I am of the mind that when someone sneezes I immediately keep all my orifices closed( in this instance- nostrils and mouth)so as not to be exposed to germs. Opening my mouth to express some weird religious sentiment is just not me and would up my chances of catching cold( or worse though I'm HIV - thank goodness(see I don't say thank god as I am an atheist.)
One day he gets home from the gym, sneezes, and as usual I just wonder if it's a sign of him having contracting an illness and then me thinking, " My poor baby." This time he just finished sneezing( a series of three- which is normal for him) and I put my turtle neck neck part over my face and he just goes, " It's Over, Zack, please get the fuck out of my life." After getting over the initial shock of his rudeness I asked him what was wrong and he told me that I was a germ fearing fag and he had grown to loathe me. " After, 3 hours at the boxing gym and 2 at my regular gym I still felt hurt and angry but by the time I got home he had changed the locks etc, and now he won't take my calls and I was really hurt by his rudeness and insults as to me being a fag and whatnot. I called the police and they were very anxious to have him arrested for terroristic threats and a hate crime and to get restraining order issues greenlighted, so that's in progress and I feel safe at least. I have more assets than him so I can't see him responding in any effective way.
Damn, he was hot. Whatever. I am moving on!

I've put on 5 pounds of rock hard muscle since our breakup and so I'm doing Zach's make the best of it magic trick once again. Great to see my blog still here. I have a lot of things to express and I even think I have some wisdom to share and that it might be wisdom that I alone am in possession of. I can't be sure, of course.

Pics of our pre breakup romp at the Gay Games in Escondido, CA