Covid Is Killing Me

I wasn't sure where to start, and this seemed like the most logical place. It's the record of my life for the past 20 years more or less - longer than that when you add in my journals from the 90s which were transcribed here.
September 13 was the 6 month mark for being off work and home-isolating because of Covid-19. Those six months have amplified the issues I've been struggling with for over a year but It's gotten worse as I've been isolating myself.
I really have started to wonder what I'm doing it all for.
I'm not suicidal, exactly, but I really don't see why I'm living. I don't see why I should bother. Read More...
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October 1995

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October 20, 1995
I really suck at this thing. So much for chronicling a life in progress. More like a eulogy for a life that has died. I wanted to touch in here before bed tonight to start off the morning on the right track. I am fat. I am well on my way to being very fat and very unhappy. So before I get to that point I want to explore why I am hurting myself by letting myself get fat. Why do I allow myself to give in to the desire to go to 7-11 for ice cream every day? Why do I let myself be tempted by brownies and candy bars? Do I really hate myself that much? And if so, what can I do about it? Money is tight. No, not tight, non-existent. I quit my job a month ago and have made almost no money since. I have, however, spent over a thousand dollars on clothes and almost another three-thousand on trips to NYC . I must be fucking insane. Read More...
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August 1995

August 10, 1995, sometime after midnight
Its been a while since I have written. One thing, more than any other prompted me to write at this time. I just ran my horoscope. Most of it is relatively mundane and not at all original. One section, however, has some very heavy insight (coincidence or irony?) -
CONFLICTS:
Saturn in the Seventh House brings an air of seriousness to all your dealings with partners. Also, you are concerned more about the future of business and romantic associates now than at any other time. This is the most ephemeral of transits, and depends greatly on other aspects in the daily chart.
Saturn opposite Pluto marks a time when you may have serious doubts about the direction your life is proceeding, either in relationships or career. This is the time for you either to set aside these doubts or initiate the necessary change. Read More...
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July 1995, Part 3

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July 15, 1995
A fantasy come true. Wait until you hear about this. Remember "My So-Called Life"? Remember how one night I phoned that coffee house called Insomnia in Burbank to track Wilson Cruz down and just say hello? So, last night I meet him at Revolver! "Meet" isn't exactly the right word. I had Wilson naked in my bed. I made him cum twice. So I guess "meet" is kind of a polite word for what I did. It was a total trip. Read More...
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July 1995, Part 2

July 9, 1995
A few days off from writing. And from reading my Miracles work. And from anything remotely social. The good news is that business seems back on track, for what that is worth. I am feeling a bit more secure that the money will keep rolling in and that I don't have to worry yet about homelessness and starvation. On the more personal front, I have a few feelings about which I wish to write. Something happened yesterday that really upset me. I was up on the roof with Scott most of the afternoon getting to know Michael and John a bit better through idle chit-chat poolside over cocktails. Then, as I had a 6:00 client in Toluca Lake, I had to leave, Scott appeared to be leaving on my heels, but said I should go and he would be fine. I later found out that he and Michael spent almost three hours chatting in Michael’s apartment. Read More...
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July 1995

July 1, 1995
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The Second Half Begins
So, six months down, six to go in the year. Time keeps on slipping, slipping, slipping into the future.... As a benchmark, or a milestone, or one of those “You Are Here” indicators, I am making new resolutions to improve my life. There is not much I can do about the job situation at present, but there is much I can do for my body and soul - things I have neglected or forgotten during the previous six months. I commit now, then, to healthy eating plan to be as low in fat and as low in calories as possible. At the same time, I must eat enough to maintain my gym workouts (at least one a day barring any major mishaps). I am going once in the day for aerobics and once in the afternoon for free weights. I will also do a second aerobic workout if time permits. Spiritually I have been remiss in my upkeep as well. I am therefore beginning my work in “A Course in Miracles” once again with today as day one. I will work on that each morning, and will write in here my goal for the day. I will also spend today coming up with some kind of budget for the month of July. I still maintain that I can survive with one client per day at $60 per client. Now I have to keep myself on track enough to get to the paper in time to make advertising deadlines so that I don't have another three week dry spell. All would be pretty good right now if I hadn’t missed that deadline last month. Obviously that was some sort of psychological sabotage on myself from my subconscious. I know that tricking isn’t the most glamorous life, but it IS at least a life. Better than a great deal of options open to me such as sharing this tiny apartment or living in the back of my truck. So, with positive attitude and improved mental and physical states, I begin this second half of 1995 refreshed, renewed and newly committed to self improvement. Read More...
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May 1995

May 21, 1995
The Real World
So, I am sitting here watching the MTV Real World Marathon - you know, when people stop acting polite and start being real. And I am about to do the same thing. This whole week has been a situation where I have allowed myself to be repeatedly hurt by Scott and I am really sick of it. All week long, he has said “Let’s go out tonight” and then, after I turn down clients or turn down hookups with BBS guys, I get a phone call saying “I am too tired” or some similar story. And I fell for it time and again. On the one hand, I have filled the time with clients and whatnot, but when push came to shove and he Changed His Mind on Friday about going out for coffee, then decided that he didn’t want to tackle traffic and meet me on Saturday night, when he kept me waiting in a bar for an hour and a half, and then today, knowing that I wanted to LEAVE for the Long Beach Gay Pride Festival by noon - he calls today at 1:00 to say that he hasn’t had a shower, hasn’t had lunch and he doesn’t know how he feels about going to the festival. Its like I am not important enough to be on time or not important enough to keep an agreement, date, whatever. I don't care for that feeling at all. So, how to bring it up? Read More...
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February 1995, Part 2

February 28, 1995
Mardi Gras Night
Yes, I’m back.
With yet another get rich quick scheme.
No, wait, that’s not right...with another weight loss/lifestyle improvement course, yeah, THAT’s it.
I, Mathew James Anthony Watkins, do hereby solemnly swear to do an aerobics class tomorrow morning. I will also eat a balanced meal plan for the day. I will also either do an aerobics class in the evening or a workout. This is, after all, the beginning of Lent. And, being a good Catholic (sorry to the gods for that one) I am going to make the above pledge daily. I mean, here it is - Mardi Gras - and I can’t fit into my skirt!
I really do need to do something to keep me focused. I have lost my job due to my own negligence and lack of concern for it. I am in a relatively unhappy relationship with Dorian and am doing nothing to really change that. I need to get back on track so that I can be in shape for the pride season (not THAT song again!) I also have an ad to be run in mid-March for a masseur and need to be presentable for my clients, what? So, at 9:24 as I drink my vodka & coffee and prepare myself for streetwalking, I write my hopes here. Help me to keep them and to mean them - one day at a time for the next 40 days at least. After all, I might be tempted to go to that White Party in the desert after all... Read More...
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February 1995, Part 1

February 1, 1995
EVER WONDER HOW THINGS GET DONE?
I sometimes wonder how I have managed to do anything in my life. Ah, but that sounds awfully self-deprecating. Perhaps I should instead wonder why I let the little things in life get me down. I refer, of course, to whatever little thing is bothering me at the moment. I do not as yet even have a name for it. It remains “that thing”.... it has caused me to avoid work, avoid calling all but the closest of friends, avoid even eating the right foods at the right times, avoid doing those things that I “should” be doing on a day off since I have decided not to work. I have quite literally spent three days doing nothing. I have no progress to show for it, short of one load of laundry that I did at Scott’s house one night to save two bucks in change. The crazy thing is that I feel not unlike some sort of demented vampyre. I do nothing - literally nothing - all day long. At 4:30 I wake from the sleep of the undead to go to the gym, progress along with my day, groceries, laundry, renting videos, that sort of thing. I then stay awake masturbating until all hours only to sleep through the following day. I did go to the doctor to check on a cut on my thumb that I have had for quite some time - 7 weeks by my count - and that can count for half a day off, maybe one full day if the clinic was exceptionally busy. But to make three days out of it...what is wrong with me? I talk about it and say that if I was in a more structured job I wouldn't be getting away with this. I should say that I wouldn’t be trying to get away with it. After all, my major in school really was all about getting by on the minimum input of effort. And that backfired to a certain degree. It is perversely funny but I do find myself wishing in some corner of my mind that my HIV results had come back differently. Somehow, wishing that I could derive the courage from a positive result to go out and DO something that I want to do. Is that what this is about? Feeling guilty because I am not dying? Feeling guilty because I live, paycheck to paycheck, with so little inconvenience in my life that I have to cause some drama to make up for that which nature deprives me? Richard calls and complains, but the reality is that he has given each employee 5 sick days. No one else is “on call” during their sick time. I am not doing anything technically wrong. Will that technicality hold? Why do I insist on testing it? I saw Dorian tonight. It was either a judgment on his part or else a projection of my own judgment onto him, but I swear I felt disappointment from him at my rather cavalier attitude toward work. In my mind’s games, I saw him rescinding any potential offer of the two of us going back to Michigan to open that little antique mall together living blissfully at home on the range. Would I be happier if I did chuck it all and head to Paris for an indefinite period of time? Would that be running to something or just running? Read More...
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A Break from the Past

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I'm taking a break from the journals of the 90s to reflect on the now.
It isn't good.
I turned 50 a few months ago, and I have realized some pretty depressing things since then. I don't have a life. I am slowly losing the passion for photography that I once had. Part of that is a difficulty in finding guys to pose for me (now that Craigslist and Backpage have been shut down by the government) and part of that is lacking any energy or desire to go out and do anything that would be worth photographing.
And I started peeling at that onion. I'm not just losing my passion for photography - my one and only hobby - I've lost my passion for life. This became extremely evident during the two weeks I had off for spring break. I did nothing. Nothing. I barely left the house. I napped for hours each day to pass the time. I went to bed early each night. There were days I literally did not open my front door at all, sometimes two or three of them in a row. Other days I only opened it for the pizza delivery. Read More...
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July 1991

July 26, 1991
Rather appropriate that I should begin to write again on the two month anniversary of my last entry. This one is called, "I Had a Dream."
In the dream, I was driving along a rather deserted highway across a sparse landscape. I am crying and wearing sunglasses. I get pulled over by a cop who asks for my ID. He then asks me to take off my sunglasses and when I do, I realize that my eyes are closed and have been the whole time. In fact, I can not open them. I think this was some sort of warning that I ought to be more careful in my search for witchcraft. I was given a Statement by a witch recently and have not yet read it. I am still reading Drawing Down the Moon. More later. Read More...
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May 1991

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May 1, 1991
New day, new month, same old shit.
Separation is now only 30 days away - the end of my marriage. The end of all I have invested in and worked at for 3 full years. Gone in a whimper; not even the courtesy of a flash! The janitor at AVED told me I looked fat tonight. My own wife couldn't tell me, but a stranger can. I do weight 249 - I caught myself just before hitting an eighth of a ton.
An eighth of a ton!
I talked with Lisa tonight for an hour or so. There is someone who, though co-dependent, can be a real friend. Hell, I went out for the first time in 6 months because of her. And this Angie thing… She is rewarded at work for being a bitch and I am punished by being made to work until 10:30 because I am dedicated. What a crock of shit! I have therapy tomorrow and am looking forward to the chance toga some insight. Liz also didn't know until Tuesday that I had asked for a separation in formal terms so we have yet to talk about that. I miss the friendship Carolyn and I used to have. I may be entering a grieving process over the loss. I just don' know what is real anymore and what I want… Read More...
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April 1991

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April 7, 1991
Well, I just did what must be the last act of a desperate man. I bought a friend. To be entirely correct, I bought a rat, Herman, to be my friend. I figure I rent a friend once a week in therapy, why no buy one for the home? I am using the old snake cage for his home; I hope he will be happy, though in this house, I doubt it is possible. Carolyn has the people at work, she has the dog, she has her folks, and I have nothing. Even Andrew is no longer a companion. I wonder if Herman can smell all the mice fed to the snake over the years…? I am going to ACA again tonight. Take 3. I talked with Liz about my not having friends and she thinks that ACA is a great place to start. The problem is that when I begin to make friends, I close them off to keep them from getting closer. I also started reading Bradshaw's book Homecoming again. This time I will do the meditations and exercises. Along with ACA and Liz, I hope to speed up my recovery. That way I will know sooner if I want to stay married or not. And then I can do something about it instead of living in this zombie state of apathy and indifference. Read More...
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March 1991

March 10, 1991
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My weekly encryptions seem to be waning in their happenings. C'est la guerre! Last week was a terribly depressing one. My therapy last Thursday was shared with Carolyn, and wasted, I fear. Neither she nor I have opened the conversation that should have evaluated the session for its good and bad points. In fact, we have scarcely spoken since. Liz did ask me about the origin of my depression and as near as I can tell, it is now a frenzied numbness as a result of too much internalized hatred. She opened the subject of anti-depressant drug therapy, something worth thinking about. I am reminded of the Patty Duke movie Call Me Anna. I was going to ask if she meant Lithium, but didn't want to appear too eager for a drug fix. She told me to call if I begin to feel suicidal. I don't know if it counts but I have been fantasizing that I die in surgery on Friday. I am having my wisdom teeth pulled and have heard such wonderful stories of how quick and total an anesthetic it is. I keep thinking that if I should die during the surgery, I will not feel any more pain. I fear that I do not want to be married anymore. I long for romance & excitement & passion, but I think Carolyn knows me all too well for any mysterious liaison such as I am seeking. Perhaps I should really seek my true self and in that discovery I will come to realize what the real "I" wants from life. I am, however, a rather impatient chap and not familiar with the waiting game. Read More...
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More Background

January 16, 1991
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It is 9:00 pm as I write, which is means that the US strike against Iraq began 5 1./2 hours ago and ended some three hours ago. My heart is heavy having witnessed the first armed conflict of this scale since Vietnam. All other things seem to pale by comparison. Carolyn and I have had many long talks, the details of which I shall outline later. Christopher seems to be out and Dan seems to be in. More on that later, as well. I recall three men in a Baghdad hotel reporting on the air raid and I am proud of them.
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Pushing Back

January 10, 1991
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Well, I went to my second of 14 straight ACA meetings last night. This time I really think that it will help me. For starters, I verbalized for the first time what a mistake my marriage was at the time. I married the first person who said, "I love you." More and more I am comparing her to my mother and father as far as how I feel she treats me. I told Carolyn that I had questioned my sexuality and she still loved me. So I felt safe and grabbed onto her "forever." I told her that I no longer questions my sexuality, which is true, but I never told her what I had decided. The truth seems to be that I am a 4 on a Kinsey 6 scale. I just got off the phone with Christopher who has not called all week long so I had to find out if I had done something wrong. I guess that must be similar to how I make Carolyn feel when I ignore her and don't compliment her. But, that is how sex makes me feel when she refuses to compliment me… even when I ask her to. I am caught up in writing letters to guys who have advertised in a gay men's mag. I have written 6 or so and have envelopes addressed to 4 more. I wish I knew who I really was and what I really want. I finished Homecoming and now plan to re-read it and do all the exercises and meditations. I pray I succeed. Read More...
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Looking Back to Move Forward

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I'm no Anne Frank. Let's begin there. I'm not trying to be famous after I die (what's the value in that?)
I'm not exactly sure why I keep these in the first place.
But what I do believe is that the diaries of my youth have no value if I never go back and read them. And since I'm going back to read them, I may as well share them here as weekly-ish blog posts.
Let's begin where I can begin: January 1, 1991… literally half my life ago. Read More...
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Switching Gears

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I don't know how I feel about putting this all out here yet, but since it is something that frightens me, I feel like maybe I should just do it and get over it.
It's a step in dealing with my constant anxiety.
What I am saying in public is that I am a compulsive overeater and have a very negative relationship with food.
I am an emotional binger and my triggers are anxiety and panic. Read More...
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Non-Reactive

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I haven't talked to anyone in 3 days.
I mean, I've gone to work, I've done my job, I've taught. But I haven't engaged with any adults on the topic of Tuesday's election.
I haven't made a Facebook post or commented on any other posts on the topic.
I haven't been texting my friends for our daily bullshit like I used to do.
I'm not shocked. I'm not stunned… Read More...
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Beach Blanket Bummer

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So I've been obsessing about something for the past 24 hours and I figured that if I wrote about it, maybe I could exorcise it from my brain pan.
Last night I totally got ditched by 20 people at a party.
Let me back up and explain. Read More...
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