Sometimes really tasty ones can be hard to find. (quicktime movie)

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Following the example of others, I scanned in my driver’s license and a few other cards from my wallet so you can see how badly I take photos.

Exhibit A: Missouri Driver’s License
I look like a freaking giraffe. And why can’t I smile?

Exhibit B: Truman State University Faculty/Staff ID
My head looks like it weighs 12 pounds and I’ve got the same exact smirk – the angle is the same and everything.

Exhibit C: My old Indiana University ID
This photo is the only id photo I’ve ever liked – probably the reason I still carry it in my wallet. Somehow, as an entering grad student, I got the idea that I’d be dressing up for class everyday (hence the tie in the photo), but I quickly realized grad school (for me) was just like undergrad (tshirts and jeans).

Bonus images from my wallet: my business card and (side 1 of) my homemade Library of Congress classification card (old habits die hard).

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In which Matt reflects on suicide. I came very close to committing suicide in high school. One day in the middle of class I couldn’t take the teasing anymore and I called my mom at work and got permission to check out because I was “sick.” I drove towards home and pulled into the parking lot of the drug store, sitting there for 30 minutes — tears streaming down my face — as I tried to work up the courage to go inside and buy some sleeping pills or something else to kill myself. Eventually I gave up and drove home and never told a soul about it.

I came very close to committing suicide in college. One day I was eating dinner with some fraternity brothers and I couldn’t take the teasing anymore and walked out of the McDonald’s back towards campus, where I holed myself up in my room. Later, the brothers tried to force my door open to check on me, and I lashed out at them through my tears, pushing my way through them and escaping into the dark. I spent that night in the campus chapel, fortunately left open 24 hours a day, praying to God to make the teasing stop, but also praying for the strength to find some rope and just stop everything. Later, my brothers and I never spoke of that night again.

I came very close to committing suicide, but I didn’t. I don’t know how I managed to survive, when so many gay teenagers don’t.

Growing up in Alabama and attending a conservative college in Indiana, I didn’t think I had anyone to talk to. I was wrong, but I didn’t see that at the time.

Fortunately today, people have the internet to turn to. If you yourself are thinking about suicide, please read this page.

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What’s happening on Matt’s campus? (Part 2) On a much more serious note, a Student Advisor committed suicide here at Truman.

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What’s happening on Matt’s campus? (Part 1) Childish student pranks result in destruction, hassle.

Feces. Yes, feces were found in my building.

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How did I spend my Valentine’s Day alone? Coding a new Recently Updated Gay Weblogs page and watching blaxploitation films with lesbian undertones.

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So ureach.com is no longer going to be free. Make a call to my free voice mail box before March 15th and give me what for.

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Happy Singles Awareness Day. I was going to link to my favorite set of Valentine’s Day Cards from the Onion, but they went all soft and redesigned them this year and they’re nowhere near as offensive as before. Fortunately I saved my favorite card last year:

What Valentine’s Day cards am I handing out on campus this year? Crocodile Hunter cards, of course!

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