I love Atlanta. It was my home for 5 years, and every time I go for a visit, I return to NYC feeling extremely depressed because I miss Atlanta so much. I guess I love it so much because it’s the city where I came out. The friends I made there were the first friends who knew the REAL me. They say that the best friends you make are the ones you make in college, probably because you discover yourself in college. I think for a gay man, the best friends you make are the ones you make when you come out. Atlanta feels like home to me. I know all the streets, and all the back roads. I know the gay bars, and it seems everywhere I go there is a familiar face. People in general are just more polite and have manners. I have not been able to make New York feel the way Atlanta feels to me. Ultimately, I know that I am probably going to end up there again. Just not sure when....because just as I always get homesick for Atlanta, once the homesickness passes, I get all excited about living in such an amazing and busy city like New York. Its like being a kid going away to camp. The first day I'm on the verge of tears missing home, but once the activities begin I forget about home and start to enjoy camp!
I know that this blog is called Out N About New York, but Atlanta is one of my homes and so I'm going to blog about it. One of the first Gay places that I encountered when I first came to Atlanta almost 10 years ago, was a tiny coffee shop and bookstore on the corner of Piedmont and 10th Street in Midtown.
Now let me tell you the Barista there is sort of an Idiot. Blond girl who insisted on trying to speak Spanish to Tyler and me though neither of us speaks Spanish. Not only did she mistake us for being Spanish, she was just bad at speaking Spanish saying things like “pour fay-vor”. We told her to speak English but she continued to try to speak in Spanish. She was completely deaf to our orders. "May I have a vanilla latte with soy milk please" I ordered. "And what kind of milk would you like" she replied. "SOY" I answered. "And would you like a flavored syrup?" she asked. "ah yes, VANILLA!" I replied "Hence a soy vanilla Latte". "Per dona me.. oops there I go in spanish again" she laughed.
The atmosphere is very lively and friendly, somewhat cruisy I guess. It's a lot of fun. They sell fun knick knack items like sin soap,Jesus Dashboard statues, and even CD's and Movies. Tyler and I don't remember why we didn't hang out here as much as we had liked. One thing about OutWrite is that everyone is welcome. I use to get annoyed because a lot of high school students would hang out there after school. But I realized that other than gay bars (where students are too young to go), what other place do young gay people have? I'm glad they have OutWrite.

My friends who live in Atlanta think its such a boring place that has no night life. I don't see it that way. Sure if I moved back I'd probably bored out of my mind since New York always has something going on, but still, Atlanta feels like home. I think that sometimes in order for you to truly realize how special something is, you have to give it up. Now that I live in NYC, I'm homesick for Atlanta. Give me two weeks, and I will realize why I am still in NYC. Oh, and in two weeks.. my friends Tyler and Catherine from Atlanta are coming to visit me here!
Learn Spanish: Casa - House, Home
Congratulations - Felicidades
Felicidades to my friend Theresa and the new addtion to her Casa: her new baby Annie Masae Pualanikai'imiponoinameaapauloa Kuehu (Hawaiian meaning The royal child who strives for righteousness in all things)- thats 31 letters folks!
