Awareness

Wow. It’s been a couple months that I have posted anything on here, and boy, so much as happened since my last post. I do have legitimate reasons for not spending much time typing or even spending much time with my journal and my favorite pen Lilly. As human beings we encounter so many challenges and obstacles, internally as well as externally. The past few months I have experienced and been aware of so many human emotions. It’s so weird because I feel the emotions I experience come from multiple stages of my life. Sometimes I find it difficult to process these emotions and project how I’m feeling, or how a certain situation makes me behave. I am getting better in being aware of how I feel, and then projecting those feeling out onto paper, or any other outlet I have at the time.

First and foremost, the one feeling that is most important that I have cultivated, accomplished, received, and still practicing is love. Love to me, will always be such a vital part of who I am, and forever be thankful to be a loved individual. I think learning how to love is one of the hardest challenges I have faced as a young adult. Learning to love yourself, your surroundings, what you do, and the people you have. It’s a definite crazy and interesting journey. These past few months, love, has definitely picked me up in dark times, which I am thankful for. I have given and received an abundant amount of love the past few months.

My family, shows me plenty of love, even though I don’t see them often, I know they always have my back like a juniper bug attaches itself onto adobe on a hot summer day in New Mexico.  They show their support through the love they have for me and in many different ways, much of those ways are different than other families. They will never give up on me, and I very happy that I never gave up on myself.

Second, my beautiful friends that I have made throughout my years in college and living in San Francisco. All the beautiful souls I have met in some way shown me love. I feel very lucky to have the friends I do, because I know they love me and would always support my decisions. I recently, just got back from Portland with some of my dearest friends I have made in San Francisco, they took care of all the expenses, and I felt so humbled by their generosity. I am so happy all the time for all they do for me and giving me the chance to experience so much to life.

Lastly, is the love I have been receiving from my boyfriend. We’ve been dating for about 5 months now, and he has proven to me how much he cares for me and loves me. We’ve done so much together in such little time, and we are growing and learning about each other every day. He is such a beautiful soul, that I care deeply for and will always give him my loyalty and commitment. He has been such a positive and significant character in my life and I can say he’s made my life 10x better.

Love is an emotion when a CONNECTION happens — connection with a person, with an object, with yourself. When there is love, there is the feeling of connection, of joy, of hope, of happiness. What is the flipside of love? It is loyalty, and without loyalty, there cannot be love. I am loyal to these people and am very happy to say that I feel like a very loved individual.

The second human emotion I have definitely experienced these past weeks, has been loss and pain. I lost a very special person to me last month. My beautiful grandma Carrie. She was so important to me. She always looked after me when I was younger, and always being there when my parents were. She was an individual who loved her family very much. I was looked up to her, i think she was the one who taught me how to love. She always taught me to give, give, give. Even if it’s the last thing you have. Give it away, because you will receive. I think I have learned that the past year living in a new big city. I have given so much back, trying to make a difference in a place that needs so much help. And I have definitely received. She was my role model. She instilled so much value and character into to me, and I feel like I wouldn’t be the human being I am today if it wasn’t for her. I feel very somber at the fact that I can’t just call her up and hear her say “Oh mi hito, I love you so much, are you being a good boy in San Francisco?” She always put a smile on my face no matter what. The loss of her will always shake me with tears and confusion and lead to questions like , “where did she go?” or “why did you leave us?” or “is she happy now?” But these are questions that I will never have the answers to. I just hope she knows that I am always with her like she is with me. I will always be by her side when she feels scared or doesn’t know what’s happening. Because I love her so much, she will always live within me. She was a strong woman who lived a very hard life. I hope to half of the human she was. Her ability to push through hard times was incredible, and I hope that I can befit the space and love she left to this universe. It’s been hard concept to understand that everyone dies. But i feel like death isn’t permanent, its just a transition into something new. I know my grandmother will always live within me because of my ability to LOVE. An ability that I learned from her.

Grandma: I love you so much and I miss your smile and your big wooden cross you would wear around your neck everyday. I miss your hugs and the smell of your perfume. You were always so warm. Please look out for us in this universe.

Being aware of your human emotions is such a hard thing to do. And experiencing so many emotions from different stages of your life is very weird and complicated. Having the ability to communicate feelings to yourself by writing or producing art or even a late night therapy session with some brews and joint with your bestie, will help you cope with all the emotions.   I feel like when life presents a lot of craziness and if handled wrongly, it can negatively affect people, putting them into depression, or isolating themselves where things blow up in sporadic amounts.

I  consider myself such a lucky individual because I have so many people in my life that I can turn, just knowing that  is very comforting. Now that the new year is coming, I want to dedicate myself to writing more and producing more spoken word pieces. I want to communicate healthily with all the important people in my life, and most importantly be aware of how my body, mind, and spirit feel. I want to apologize to all my unwritten thoughts and feelings. I love you.

Another Weekend

As another weekend is coming to an end, I can’t help but to think how lucky I am to have such wonderful people in my life that I get to experience things with. Yesterday I spent the whole day in Santa Cruz, CA and it was my first time going there. I was glad that I got to spend a day out of San Francisco and be away from the city. I never realize how much I appreciate time out of the city until I actually leave the city. Sometimes the city can be so suffocating, so with all my fresh air that I received in Santa Cruz, I had a great lunch, and was referred to as the drink queen because of all the drinks I ordered yesterday. My reasoning being that the sun was so scorching so I needed to have a thirst quencher in hand at all times. We went to the beach and the boardwalk and enjoyed the sun on roller coasters and just plain out having a great time. I enjoyed being with all my close friends just enjoying our saturday off together. On the trip back home, it was so scenic, the ocean and the breeze outside was so nice and it reminded me of just driving through the pecan fields back in Las Cruces, NM. Just jamming out to music and singing to the top of your lungs because the windows are rolled down. It was so refreshing and rejuvenating to just be able to be free. When we got back to the city we had a really nice dinner Lower Pac-Heights and it was delicious. Overall my saturday was amazing, and I just want to say how grateful I am to have the opportunity to have amazing friends and amazing times in California that are establishing my life here. Boyfriend comes home today. Super excited 🙂 what a great weekend.

I’m Not Really a Love Poet

I want you to bite my lip until I can no longer speak.
And then suck my ex-boyfriend’s name out of my mouth just to make sure he never comes up in our conversations.
I’m going to be honest, I’m not really a love poet. In fact, every time I try to write about love my hands cramp, just to show me how painful love can be. And sometimes my pencils break, just to prove to me that every now and then love takes a little more work than you planned.

See I heard that love is blind so I write all my poems in brail. And my poems are never actually finished because true love is endless. I always believed that real love is kind of like a super model before she’s air brushed; its pure and imperfect, just the way that God intended. See I’m going to be honest, I’m not a love poet. But if I was to wake up tomorrow morning and decide that I really wanted to write about love I swear that my first poem..it would be about you.

About how I loved you the same way that I learned how to ride a bike; scared..but reckless with no training wheels or elbow pads so my scars can tell the story how I fell for you. You see, I’m not really a love poet. But if I was, I’d write about how I see your face in every cloud and your reflections in every window, you see I’ve written like a million poems hoping that somehow maybe someway you’ll jump out of the page and be closer to me because if you were here, right now, I would massage your back until your skin sings songs that your lips don’t even know the words to.

Until your heartbeat sounds like my last name and you smile like the pacific ocean, I want to drink the sunlight in your skin. If I was a love poet, I’d write about how you have the audacity to be beautiful, even on days when everything around you is ugly, you see I’d write about your eyelashes and how they are like violin strings that play symphonies every time you blink.

If I was a love poet I’d write about how I melt in front of you like an ice sculpture every time I hear the vibration in your voice, so whenever I see your name on the caller ID, my heart, it plays hop scotch inside of my chest. It climbs on to my ribs like I was a child all over again.

I swear, I’m not a love poet. But if I was to wake up tomorrow and decide that I really wanted to write about love, my first poem it would be about you. And AFTER all of that he was like, “so how do you feel about me?” And I said, put it like this; I want to be your ex-boyfriend’s stunt man. I want to do everything that he never had the courage to do like…trust you.

I swear that when our lips touch I can taste the next sixty years of my life. And some days I want to swallow stacks of your pictures just so you an be a part of me for a little bit longer. If I could I would sample your smile and then I let my hear beat, do the bass line, we would create the greatest love song of all time. Whenever, we stand next to each other, love, I was the only one made for you and you can be at last my Marlon Brando. I’ll be oh child when you’re in pain or you could be candy coated drops of rain even though it never rains in Southern California. And together, we could be music.

And when my friends ask if you’re my boyfriend, I’ll say no. He is my musician. And me…I’m his favorite song.

Boyz Noize Records 10th Anniversary

Alex Ridha – better known to the world as Boys Noize – has been making electronic music and working as a DJ for over half of his life. His sets are equally uplifting, not only technically but also as a showman, leaving unforgettable experience for the witnesses.

That is exactly what Boys Noize plus many more did Friday night at Mezzanine. Before he actually hit the decks at 2am, his many openers such as Spank Rock hyped up the crowd. I was in the front right while Spank Rock was throwing down the beats. I think Spank Rock did a superb job in engaging the crowd with his deep tunes that can set anyone out of the world. And just like a rocketship that had people floating around in space, mezzanine was packed with noizy astronauts ready to party. The crowd at the party was just as great as the music. Usually some shows and DJs can attract a scene of people that are rude and drunk (douchy), however, the people in the crowd were just as hyped as the music waiting for good dance moves and tunes to decompress from the week. I really enjoyed the deep house/rap set Spank Rock gave us, definitely a great way to go into a set from Boyz Noize!

Boys Noize came on and to me it felt like he only spun for 20 minutes because I was so lost with his music. The sounds that captivated me were about mid set. He really set fire to my ears and I was so ecstatic that I was able to dance! I hadn’t seen Boys Noize since last August when he played at Outside Lands 2014 at one of their smaller stages. I remember he left me wanting more, and he definitely did the same to me Friday night. For his 10 year anniversary party, Boys Noize threw it down and I am excited for the next appearance!

Love Boys Noize!

//it’s all good//

Peace,

800 Words on Love…?

I feel like I have experienced so many things in my life that has made me a stronger person, however, I was thinking about love. Love is such a strong word, and sometimes I wonder if I have ever seen it. Sometimes i t sounds just like a fairy tale and love just doesn’t exist. i wonder how love looks like. The better question is how do I know when somebody loves me….?

I guess I will make a list….lets see…

Somebody loves you if they pick an eyelash off of your face or get a wet napkin and apply it to your dirty skin. You didn’t ask for these things, but this person went ahead and did anyway. They don’t want to see you looking like a fool with eyelashes and crumbs on your face. They notice these things. They really look at you and are the first to notice if something is amiss with your beautiful visage.

Somebody loves if they assume the role of a caretaker when you’re sick. Unsure if someone really gives a shit about you? Fake a case of food poisoning and text them being like, “oh my god, so sick, need water.” Depending on their response you’ll know where or not they REALLY love you. “That’s terrible. Fell better!” earns you a stay in friendship jail; “Do you need anything? I can come over and bring you get well remedies!” gets you a cozy friendship suite. It’s easy to care about someone when they don’t need you. It’s easy to love them when they’re healthy and don’t ask you for anything beyond change for parking meter. Being sick is different. Being sick means asking someone to hold your hair back when you vomit. Either love me with vomit in my hair or don’t love me at all.

Somebody loves you if they call you on your bullshit. They’re not passive, they don’t just let you get away with murder. They know you well enough and care about you enough to ask you to chill out, to bust your balls, to tell you to stop. They aren’t passive observers in your life, they are in the trenches. They have an opinion about your decisions and the things you say and do. They want to be a part of it; they want to be a part of you.

Somebody loves if you they don’t mind the quiet. They don’t mind running errands with you or cleaning your apartment/room while blasting some annoying music. There’s no pressure, no need to fill the silences. You know how with some of your friends there needs to be some sort of activity for you to hang out? You don’t feel comfortable just shooting the shit watching bad reality TV with them. You need something that will keep the both of you busy to ensure there won’t be void. That’s not love. That’s “hey baby! I like you okay. Do you wanna grab lunch? I think we have to talk about to fill two hours!” it’s a damn dream when you find someone you can do nothing with. Whether you’re skydiving together or sitting at home and doing different things, it’s always comfortable. That is fucking love.

Somebody loves you if they want you to be happy, even if that involves something that doesn’t benefit them. They realize the things you need to do in order to be content and come to terms with the fact that it might not include them. Never underestimate the gift of understanding. When there are so many people who are selfish and equate relationships as something that only must make them happy, having someone around who can take their need out of any given situation if they need to.

Somebody loves you if they can order you food without having to be told what you want. Somebody loves you if they rub your back at any given moment. Somebody loves you if they give you oral sex without expecting anything back. Somebody loves you if they don’t care about your job or how much money you make. It’s a relationship where no one is selling something to the other. No one is the prostitute. Somebody loves you if they’ll watch a movie starring Kate Hudson because you really really want to see it. Somebody loves you if they’re able to create their own separate world with you, away from the internet and your job, family, and friends.

Just you and them.

I think the important thing is although I have never seen love, I have felt love.
It’s scary.

But somebody will always love you and me. If you don’t think this is true, then you’re not paying close enough attention.
Maybe, I need to start paying more attention.

//it’s all good//

Peace,

I. Am. Cathectic.

Google definition:  
ca·thec·tic (adj): of or relating to cathexis
ca·thex·is (n): the concentration of mental energy on one particular person, idea, or object (especially to an unhealthy degree).

My name is Dillon Trujillo, I live in San Francisco, and I am cathectic. I concentrate on various energies in my life that make me laugh, happy, depressed, and nostalgic. But as a gay 23 year old, I think I am allowed to feel all these emotions and be psychoactive. Overthinking is a quality that I possess that has put me in very good situations and very bad situations. I always find myself getting crazy about certain topics/ people, and at other times I don’t give fuck or shit, and drink the night away. Even when I’m not overthinking and trying my hardest not to be concerned, there are still these little thoughts that drill through my head until I can’t think of anything except the situation I put myself in. Despite the overly concentration on my crazy experiences in this city, whether it be about friendships, family, or love interests, I can always rely on my cathectic-self to overcome and find the solutions….eventually….takes some time. Many people don’t like to overthink, but in all honesty, WE DO IT ALL THE TIME! For example, when I meet somebody I really like, I get fucking insane, on how to act with that person, am I texting them too much? do they like me? what happens after we fuck? more fucking? dinner? seriousness? Then I think, why can’t I just be myself, get lost in the energy that attracted us together in the first place? & that’s what I usually do in the end. But getting to that point is so annoying, and I’m sure everyone has been there before me and can relate.

Hence, this blog.

I am excited that I started this blog, so I am able to express my cathectic behaviors into words and publish sweet nothings on to the screen for my enjoyment and able to process my crazy overwhelming concentrations of mental energy on one particular person, idea, or object. (especially to an unhealthy degree). I invite all the cathectic people, to feel free to comment, and give advice. SO LOOKING FORWARD TO IT.

//its all good//

Peace,