Tag Archives: Douchebag


Saturday, a “friend” on Facebook posted a status update that he was jonesing for a tattoo. This is the “conversation” that followed:

Eric is also a stuck-up, arrogant bastard. Who never chooses to answer a message, or reply to a comment. I hate people like that.

For some reason this really, really bothered me. Enough that I keep thinking about it. So I’m writing my thoughts down in an attempt to get it out of my head.

As for the bastard bit, that’s likely technically true since I am adopted. Although I know that’s not in the sense of what he meant.

But stuck-up and arrogant? I know I’m a lot of things, but I really don’t perceive myself to be either stuck-up or arrogant. I don’t know if those are qualities one would actually notice about oneself if they were. But I’m fairly certain the people who choose to be around me aren’t the type of people who would put up with either of those qualities in the people they surround themselves with.

Then there’s the whole “never chooses to answer a message, or reply to a comment” bit. Maybe that’s his beef with me, although I don’t know why it would make me stuck-up and arrogant. I do get around to answering my messages/emails, albeit at a slow pace some of the time. But I do reply to most emails. Eventually.

And as far as replying to Facebook comments, that’s a different story. If someone asks a direct question, I’ll comment, but other than that, I see Facebook as a message board. Not every comment needs a matching reply. If that was the case, I’d never get anything else done. Ever. And I’m not on Facebook 24×7 to see what’s going on with everyone all the time. So I can’t comment that I’m proud that you drove your truck and delivered your trailer full of stuff somewhere.

After thinking about this for the last 30+ hours, I unfriended the “friend” today. I told myself I wasn’t going to at first, but I don’t need that kind of crap in my life.

Until next time...

I’m “Least Douchey”?

I was made aware by Mr. Reaser that the iPhone photo I took of myself a while back made it onto the Manhunt Daily blog today website [NSFW].

They have a poll going over who has the best tattoos. Which, I think is oddly ironic considering it’s what I do for a living. I wouldn’t say I have the best tattoos on the planet, but I do love the tattoos I have so far.

I’ve refrained from commenting on the blog so far, but it’s nice to know my wedding band is a turn off, and I’m apparently “the least douchey”… which still implies I’m a douche. For my choice in phone technology, no less.

I am actually curious what other ink Mr. “D” has on his arm. It’s sadly blocked by his forearm, but I see just a hint of it.

Update, 10/05/2010 @ 7:40 PM: I just had a realization: I’m 37 years old. I’m betting the other three are probably 21? Can you tell this is weird to me?

Until next time...

Forced Out

“I’ve always lived a very private life. … To come out and disclose stuff is very antithetical to who I am.” —Meredith Baxter.

I don’t know if you’ve heard yet, but Meredith Baxter has come out of the closet on the “Today” show. More like drop-kicked out of the closet. “Baxter says she was finally forced to officially come out after Perez Hilton yesterday posted photos of her and her girlfriend.”

How sad. I think everyone should be allowed the choice of when, how, and IF they come out to the general public. Perez Hilton, yet again proving (s)he’s a black eye to the gay community.

I had a hard enough time coming out to my family and those friends close to me. I’m not a celebrity. I can’t imagine the thought of my career dangling on whatever misconception people have about me have because all they can see now is my sexual orientation.

Yet strangely, I do.

I have a career and client base that is very traditionally not accepting of being gay. After all, how many tattoo artists do you know who are gay? Add living in Arkansas to that, and you can maybe understand why there are times and places I do not discuss my personal life around people I don’t know.

Does this mean I’m not out? That depends. Being out means a lot of things depending on who you’re talking with. As people get to know me, most figure out that I’m gay on their own. Being gay is just one piece of the puzzle that makes me me. If people won’t accept me as a person for the example I live by, then why bother adding anything else they obviously won’t be able to deal with?

I’ve been outed to total strangers by non-gay friends a few times in social settings which has made me more than a little uncomfortable each time it’s happened.

I’m not of the personality type that goes running around shouting “I’m gay” to the world from the rooftops or have a big pink triangle tattooed on my forehead. I personally think being “in-your-face” gay is just as bad as being a total closet case. But I am open-minded enough to accept that there is a time and a place for everything. Just let me choose the when, how, and IF I come out to the general public.

Am I wrong for thinking this? What do you think?

This is how I look when I’m not amused.

Until next time...