“Buried By Desires and Weakness”

I slept about 6 hours last night. I felt rested. When I got up I started working on a Marvel multiverse viewing order for my website but it’s slow going as I’m having to do the art and fill in information that I didn’t have before. I made a lot of progress though. But I’m struggling with something that has been bothering me for awhile, trying to figure out how to highlight essential elements vs. items included strictly for completionism. I’m also including (or want to include) supplemental materials for a more enriched experience, but I don’t know how to list those things in a cohesive manner. So, unlike other lists and entries I don’t have the pay off of publishing it because I’m not even close to being finished, so it’s just a saved draft for now.

And that sucked up hours of my day, which I hadn’t planned for. It seems beautiful out but I’m struggling with a migraine now, and the energy I had yesterday seems completely depleted. My own weaknesses are cropping up and I hate it. I’m not sure what’s going on with me today exactly, except that one of my new medications tends to stay in my system longer than I think it should. But it’s also helping me to not take Ambien every night and I only have 4 more doses so this problem will pass in time.

In the last 24 hours I’ve also tried to make notes about a possible third entry in my Sex Essays. I have tons of material to write about but I haven’t yet found a framework for the next entry; there’s no contextual outline or structure that might eventually entrap the next tale into a consistently harmonious telling. Once I find something, I’ll know, and it will likely flow relatively quickly. That’s how the first two entries worked, even if I did write them almost 10 years apart. I definitely want to get more written in the coming weeks and months.

Also, my conversations with Michael yesterday left me feeling a bit confused. There are elements of that relationship that have stayed with me ever since. Some of that is PTSD, which I have failed to conquer, although I have identified most of that and explained it to Aaron and my friends and family, so they can understand my reactions to things that seem like red flags, and they are, but they are warning signs for something that actually happened about 15 years ago, rather than anything that’s happening now. Part of me is stuck back there and despite my best efforts I just can’t free myself from that mess. The other part is a complicated sexual component that predates my 2 year relationship with Michael, but was greatly amplified by my experiences with him and then continued on long after we parted. It’s something that I’ve tried very hard to explore and understand, and sometimes I feel that I do. I feel like the work of understanding these things is important and that had I not tried I would have suffered more. I wish I had the foresight to have explored these elements of my personality years before, but I can only try my best. I will continue to explore this topic. Just talking about it here, it’s clear that there is much to write about, and perhaps that could help as well. I’m just not sure if I have any concrete conclusions to highlight in such a piece. But maybe that could be the whole point?

I miss Aaron. I’ve not had any meaningful conversations with him since Monday. I know that he’s very busy so I’m not too distressed about it, but when we spoke on the phone yesterday he seemed odd? I don’t know what that’s about and I’m not sure I will until we can talk about it a bit more.

Glenn sent me a message awhile ago. He said that he really likes Christian a lot, and that they had some fun conversations about me. But he didn’t explain. And I’m not sure what a conversation about me would entail. Glenn did say that my history would make a great play, and he also thought I should do standup, and I do genuinely love Christian, so I’m sure it was all innocent fun, but I’m left wondering what it all means.

I need to order some groceries.



“I Could Forget About Everything”

I just watched Daredevil: Born Again S02E06 “Requiem”. SPOILERS

I wish I hadn’t known that Jessica would show up, or that she had a kid, because those would have been great surprises. In the comics, Jessica is married to Luke Cage, who is likely the father of her daughter – something else that was spoiled for me – and all of that by a friend who thought he would share something cool. I was not amused.

Having said all of that, the seeming reference to the events of “Thunderbolts*” places this episode after that film, and likely this whole season though it pains me to say it. There’s a slight time jump in the new episode (from Vanessa’s death to her funeral) so it could happen just before this episode but then explaining why none of these characters turned up in that movie becomes even more difficult to explain. So 2027 and beyond for the M.C.U. seems to go like this:

Daredevil: Born Again Season 1 (9 episodes)
Captain America: Brave New World
The Fantastic Four: First Steps
Thunderbolts*
Daredevil: Born Again Season 2 (8 episodes)
Spider-Man: Brand New Day
Avengers: Doomsday
Avengers: Secret Wars


I look forward to seeing how “The Punisher: One Last Kill” and “VisionQuest” tie into these final stories. And possibly “Born Again: Season 3” which should arrive between “Doomsday” & “Secret Wars”.

Yesterday I had therapy. I also spoke to Michael, but not about his lies; not directly. I played some Zelda. I briefly spoke to Aaron. I might be running an errand for him tomorrow; I volunteered but I’m waiting to see what he says. Either way, the weather is supposed to improve tomorrow so I want to get outside after not being out since Monday night.

I should be asleep but this is another of my non-Ambien nights so it could take awhile. Still, I should try.

“Just Invisible Men in the Emperor’s New Clothes”

I had a really illuminating chat with someone who I don’t know that well, but who I have known since early 2012. We are both ex-boyfriends of the same man, who lied to us both and cheated on both of us as well. It makes sense. But what I didn’t know, was that my ex had lied to this person and told him that I had cheated on the ex, which is obscene, when the truth is I was totally loyal to him and he cheated on me constantly, often with multiple men throughout any given week! Truly. I’ve dated men that cheated but never anything like the way this guy did. It was so fucking horrible. But really, the problem with him was that he couldn’t be honest with me. I had suggested an open relationship where we were both free to see or fuck whoever we chose, and that he and I would go back to using condoms, and the only rule was that we needed to be honest with each other, but he just couldn’t do it. He lied over and over despite that being the only thing I didn’t want him to do. And it never stopped, no matter how many chances I gave him. And it was killing me, so I cut off all contact with him – which was terrible but likely saved me, on many levels. I ran into him 8 months later, I think it was, and that was also the night that I met Aaron Sanko, who I went out with later that day, and we’ve been partners ever since. I don’t hate the ex. I think he has mental problems. I think he is deeply insecure and that the lying fulfilled some need within him that I couldn’t break through, but as long as we aren’t a couple, he can’t hurt me anymore. I speak to him sometimes. I texted him this morning, before this conversation happened. I’m friends with nearly everyone I’ve ever dated. That’s one thing I’m really good at. I rarely hold grudges and when I do, I try to get over them. I’m over this. Hearing that he lied doesn’t shock me, but hearing that he lied about me is a different thing. Given what I already knew, that’s just who he is. And that makes me sad for him.

But I’m over it. Really. I’m already smiling. And he’ll probably text me back later and it won’t hurt me at all. Time has made just about everything better. I have some scars but they are not – and will not be – the end of me. 🙂

THE WRITING

What it’s all about
is there on the wall…

Each letter I type
is a tear that won’t fall…

Each tear is a story;
Each word is a blessing…

Do I really see them
or am I just guessing?

The visions I see:
a man singing sweetly…

With talent that shakes you
and takes you completely…

The man is singing
his beautiful pain…

In my own quiet way
I’m doing the same…

And it heals me to see
that such pain can convict him…

Screaming through poetry;
I’m not a victim.

I write about life,
of sex and of death…

The darkness inside
is what I love the best…

For Michael
and my horrible choices…

For David
and his beautiful voices…

For people I meet at random
while watching…

The writing is back
and shows no signs of stopping.

Written by Jason Wright
September 24, 2011

For the record, the art was supposed to be view from my heart, looking down, seeing my ribcage and such. It was clearly based more on a feeling than any anatomy or science! lol

“I’ll Never Touch Your Body Again”

I started watching ‘Nikita’ the other day. I’ve watched 11
episodes; there are 5 more before I’m caught up. I’m
enjoying it. Parts of it are derivative of other shows
(mostly ALIAS) but there are enough twists to keep it
fresh, and 2 things I had major problems with were
resolved in the last episode I watched.

I still haven’t finished ‘Son of a Witch’; I have about 60
pages left.

Mark left for a business trip yesterday; he took the train to
Chicago and will return on Wednesday. I miss him.

We went to Jeremy’s going away party on Saturday; he’s
moving to Israel. It was great to see him and several other
friends (Tom, Jeff, Marc) and I met a cute guy (Richard)
that gave me his phone #. And Mark got the number of a
really cool girl (Nicole). Fun.

Yesterday Michael’s lies and the pain they have caused me
came to a head. He wanted to know if he could come out
here to Ann Arbor, just a few blocks from me, fuck some
guy, shower and then fuck me. I thought he was going to
ask if he could come visit with me so that hit hard. I knew
he’d been lying to me for days. I knew he’d lied to me
almost every day that I’d known him. I thought I could
make it work but I can’t. I left him a message (I knew he
wouldn’t answer while he was fucking the guy up the road)
telling him all that I’d done to secure the truth and how I
knew that he’d been lying to me the whole time…and I
BEGGED HIM to never contact me again. No e-mails. No
phone calls. I’m done. I don’t want to see him. I don’t want
to talk to him. I don’t want to fuck him. I don’t want to
think about him. I’ve let him treat me like crap for nearly 2
years now. He had moments of amazing generosity but
that just made the more outlandishly painful moments
hurt worse. He’s a master manipulater as more than one
observer has told me in the past. And I can’t be around
him and be at peace. I can’t find the right balance or crack
the right code. I’ve given it my all. And I’m done. I admit
defeat. And it feels good. It feels like the healthiest choice
I’ve made in ages.

After Michael called me and I finally had the courage to
leave him the message I felt afraid. I knew he was just
blocks away and I didn’t want to see him. Mark wasn’t
here. I called my friend Carrie but she was on a date. I
called Mark and he suggested I go to Jeremy’s. I left the
house and parked at Aut Bar. I deduced that all my family
was at their church and I wanted to leave town so I went
there. I sat with my family while the pastor droned on
about stuff that I’m completely opposed to. It reminded
me of my upbringing and how far I’ve come from that
horrible environment – though there was some comfort to
be found in that group of people who’s beliefs I have
never truly shared. I went to see Janice’s new house
afterwards. Then I came home. Watched some shows. And
slept.

I slept very well. I’ve not had the urge to contact Michael at
all. He left me a voicemail yesterday and I deleted it
without listening to it. I deleted his photos from my
facebook and I blocked his profiles on Facebook and
Manhunt. I want zero contact with him. I’m keeping my
phone off as much as possible. I’m contemplating
changing my phone number. I just don’t want any contact
with him because I’m afraid he’ll find someway to
manipulate me in some way and I’m not ready to face that.
Not yet. I know I don’t have that strength yet but I have
enough to stay away from him. If I can do that for a
month…a year…maybe I can see him and not hurt. It’s
worked with other ex-bfs but none of them have hurt me
to the degree that he has. If I could just avoid him forever
that would be great. I doubt it will be easy…the gay
community in MI is small and he’s slept with most of it.
Thankfully he’s mostly a top and I’m mostly a bottom so
that helps limit the contact I’m likely to have….

On another note…it’s come to my attention that I ingest a
shocking amount of butter…so I’m trying to reduce my
intake. I’d like to start drinking more tea as well as I have
a cabinet FILLED with tea that’s just sitting there.

There will be a mini-Doctor Who episode on March 18th.
It’s too early to know if it will fit within continuity, but it
would be nice if it did. We’ll see.

Edit – April 2026 Notes:
I never finished “Nikita”.
I did finish “Son of a Witch” (several times).
I never saw Jeremy in person again,
although we sometimes chat online.

And although we had broken up several times in the two years that we had dated, this was the final time and I didn’t see Michael in person again until October 21, by which time I had healed considerably. I saw him a couple of times in 2012, and then briefly in 2021 but this was the end of seeing him on a regular basis.

Michael’s offer to fuck someone else and then join me after might have gone over differently if he’d only just been honest with me up to that point; this might even have been his attempt at doing so, but it was just too late. The years of lying were too much for my heart to take and I needed to call it quits. This was a difficult decision for me and was certainly not an easy one, but in the end it was the right call. Being with Michael taught me what I did and did not want in a relationship. I wanted honesty. I wanted to laugh. And I did not want anything resembling the lies and jealousy that Michael gave me.

Still, I sometimes wonder if I could have helped this relationship work if I had been able to express myself a little better, knowing what I know now. It’s hard to say. Probably not. But it’s a nice thought.

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