Conscious Catholicism

I’m a big guy. I’m 6 foot tall and weigh 244 as of this morning. I work-out semi-reguarly and I walk everywhere (about 4-5 miles a day). I think about my weight like most guys think about sex pretty much constantly. I signed on to and was asking everyone in the Seattle Bear chat room about gyms. Rather than offering something constructive, someone commented that I needed to find a different gym because at 244 my current one wasn’t working. While I do find this very tongue in cheek funny, it did hurt my feelings. I don’t recall a time I’ve ever been called fat before. I’ve been called a lot of things but fat hasn’t ever been one of them. gay – yes faggot – yes sinner-yes … its these little things these examples of small shallow meanness I dislike the most.

I can hardly believe today is already Thursday.. the days have been just flying by lately. last night I got my other nipple pierced. The guy who did it wasn’t as experienced as the guy that did my left one. I have barbells, 14 gage in my left one however the gal who gets him all of this, despite inspecting my left one several times grabbed the wrong size. So I get in the room were the piercing takes place, he puts on music (house), which I like. He gets everything ready, swabs my nipple down with anti-bactierial. He puts the dots on either side to make sure he knows were to pierce. This is were the fun begins, he can’t use the clamps for some reason and decides he’s going to have to do the piercing manually. this isn’t a huge deal. He pushes the needle in, mind you I said in not through. It takes him two shoves to it the needle through my tit. You’d think I’m made of metal or something. Anyway so there I am with this hollow needle sticking through me and he then realizes that the girl who pulled the barbell for him pulled the wrong size, he apologizes goes and gets the new one comes back and realizes that the length of the barbell was wrong to, so he has to take it out and put the needle back through me while he goes and gets the right length one. Finally, he gets the right everything and puts it all together. I notice at this point that I’m bleeding below my nipple, apparently he nicked me with the piercing needle when he was trying to shove the needle through my steel tits. He kept apologizing and I’m like its not like you punctured my lung guy, its fine. So everything is in place and the most important thing everything looks balanced and good. I’m pleased with the piercings I have. Now I have to wait for the healing, which is about 4 months according to them. Tonight I have to check in with the guy doing my next tattoo oh yeah and Survivor begins tonight.


Born in New York, Educated in the Berkshires, Became an adult in CA and found my Soul in Seattle. I'm a bearish middle aged, happy man who lives w my husbear in the OC.