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Mar 31, 2006 in My Shout Outs
I’m gonna post something serious for once.
I am seriously considerin dumping my ditchdog identity once and for all. It may be a way out of what has happened inside of me. To begin anew. Everytime someone woofs at me I get reminded of how someone used to woof at me and all. It’s driving me nuts. Escape? I don’t know. Rebirth and renew perhaps.
I am juz gonna say this once here. I haven’t posted anything bout the origins of ditchdog at all. So let this be written for the record and when the thread dies, this will go along with it too.
ditchdog was born sometime in 1997. It was actually suggested by a friend. She associated me with a character that of a dog. I won’t say what attributes cuz it aint matter here. ditchdog wasn’t ditched. Nor was he such a bitch back then. Matter of fact it was a period of ‘coming out in progress’ then. She saw a pooch, in a ditch (hole). Not a very deep one, but one that is deep enough that the pooch couldn’t leap out of. He tried, hard. Came close, but never made it. Till one day he finally did. It took him a long time to do so. And when he finally did, he swore he will never return to that ditch, or any ditch for that matter, again.
For 9 years it didn’t happen again. I never allowed myself in. But late last year, I fell into one. Perhaps I was complacent. Or perhaps I was thrown in by someone. It doesn’t matter how I got back in but I did. I detest it. I don’t wanna be back in. But I got in. This time round. Even if someone comes by and tries to pull the ditchdog out, he snaps barks and growls at the person. He is resentful, and gave up on the entire human population because of one of them possibly. He wants to be out, yet he doesn’t want to be. At least within the ditch, no one could take him and throw him into another ditch. That is probably why he snaps at everyone who comes near. Who knows if the person ‘act kind’ take him out and throws the ditchdog into a ditch far wider and deeper?
And so he has been moving around in the ditch for a while now. Tired. Hungry. Thirsty. But still surviving. Takes a hell lot to kill a 5′10” 165 pound ditchdog. Not a painful bad breakup, nor a thick glass ashray smashed at the back of his head could take him down. Perhaps it has a lot to do with a physical and emotional armour that he wears. If anyone of you knows Ian, my dance diva, I’m probably just like him physically, but with a 10kg armour around me.
The point in all these is, after so many years, is it time to let ditchdog die a natural death. The person, the dog, the identity. And to be reborn. The transition has already begun since I agreed to step into a club. People who knows me will know how much I disliked clubbing, and more so, clubbing in an AJ club. If you ever have the chance to know a marcus, who posted a couple posts in the outing thread, he’ll tell you. I asked him once in Happy, if he ever thought I’ll turn out this way, he said no, never. He was quite visibly shocked how wild I could get.
I don’t deny transitions, I embrace them. Ian and my mei mei said the same thing. Doesn’t matter what I do, they just want me to be happy. I thought it was very sweet of them indeed. I woke up this morning, and pondered. And here I am, writing all these.
I sorta have an idea of what I intend to do. I don’t ask for replies on ‘what you were do if you were me and I were you and if you being me and I am you’, but rather, what do you gather from all that I have vomitted out?
Gosh I probably OD (overdosed).. and hence the vomit. Sorry fellas. I promise to clean it up sometime soon and as always, whatever happens in vegas, stays in vegas kay?