Devon Hunter

Well, after a year I thought it was time to completely redo the site. I hope you enjoy navigating around and getting familiar with the new layout. All the same content is here, just placed better. I’m excited about it, because with each incarnation of the blog I feel it becomes more convenient to explore. The first version of the site (December 2007 - February 2009) was built on a fun, red velvet theme with an animated header bar, but there got to be so many ads for non-profits on it that it would be necessary to scroll past the content of an entry to see all of them. CLUTTER!

It was time to change up.

For the second format (February 2009 - February 2010) the content was always accessible on the sides, but the images, although randomized, were cropped awkwardly, and the content was sometimes hard to read. There was a general darkness to the template that was (at first) calming, but ultimately seemed too austere. I was happy with it for a little while, but I’d been wanting a change for some time. It was a good, simplified template compared to DH.info.1.0, but DH.info.2.0 made me feel a bit claustrophobic. It was intended to be Zen, but it really just seemed scrunched.

And so, here is DH.info.3.0, and I think I’ve gotten the spaciousness of 1.0 with the organization of 2.0, but now everything is just… easier/freer/lighter. When I look at this version of the site I feel like I’ve walked into a large, clean, clear room. I am also glad to get the video interview in a place where more people can be introduced to me. Of course I say all this while viewing it on an immaculate 27-inch iMac. Everything is beautiful on a nice, new Apple.

I hope you enjoy the changes, and that you are having a safe weekend. Happy Valentine’s Day!

PS

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I suppose it’s about time you guys finally caught up to the New Year Us heathens had ours way back on November 1, so I would like to finally welcome you all to the “new” year. HA!

At any rate, I danced in Nashville, TN at a club called Play on the night of December 31, and I had a great time. It was very nice to be away from the troubles here at home, and to be floating in an ocean of people who were feeling happiness and excitement. I was baptised in their optimism, and it has helped me come into this entry with a lighter heart (though I am still prone to flashes of panic and sadness within a greater context of “pretty good”).

Something I am remembering is that we can be only who we are. And it really is that simple (and yet that complicated). I recognize that I am just as liable to wound as be wounded, and going forward I feel a bit more acceptance for myself. In placing “Randy and Matt” as an entry on my Favorites list I had to reread some that were already there, and “…in the end” has helped me, too. (Wait, you guys thought I wrote all these blogs for others?? Nooooo! I need to go back and see my own thoughts from time to time…)

Here is a little piece of brilliant pop confection by Natasha Bedingfield that I want to put out here right now, because it is exactly what it is. Please remember to speak and feel honestly in this “new” year, even if it makes you vulnerable. Oh, and keep it simple. As the lyrics of this song say: “These words are my own, from my heart flow: ‘I love you.’ There’s no other way to better say, ‘I love you.’” And that is the beauty of honesty - poetry can be a wonderful robe, but often it’s better to be naked.

Okay, I gave it a good college try, but Matt’s just not that into me. Part 1 to this scenario is here, and part 2 is here. My career isn’t the issue. His career is the issue. He would make time to hook up with me for those first 6 weeks, but he (for two weeks now since I told him about my work) can’t make the time to talk to me with any consistency or maturity. He’s always “at work.” The day that I told him about my profession I went to see him after he left the restaurant he manages (at his request), but he was drunk when I got there and dropped the “L-bomb” on me. He is acting like he doesn’t remember it, but everything changed, not when I told him I’m an escort, but when he was talking through the alcohol. He evidently embarrassed himself beyond his comfort zone. And I have to be honest about that. He’s not coming back. And that fucking sucks, because I’m willing to shrug it off and continue on. But sometimes it’s hard to take my own advice, and I have to hear it from someone else:

So I FINALLY got home from D.C. I was caught in the blizzard this past weekend. I was supposed to leave Sunday at noon, but I left today at noon and got home about 45 minutes ago (about 8 pm EST). I love D.C., but I was ready to be home with my kitty! At any rate, by the time I was at the North Carolina/Virginia line I had had enough of the 18-wheelers and SUV’s muscling me around in my Miata. This is about how I started to feel:

Well… normally I am the one asking the questions, but here is a video interview where it is I who is answering.

NOT SAFE FOR WORK!

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